If I Were a Poem..

If I were a poem
the words would fly off the paper

like a caged bird that has just been freed

and take you along for the journey.

If I were a poem
my words would combine to form an ambient rhythm
as smooth as ocean waves
and be as soft as the buzzing of humming bird wings.
The beats would pulse right through you
and take over your body.

If I were a poem
I would flow like lyrics
and spread through the vacant air
in the form of synesthetic images

in every color of the rainbow

i am what i am

I am what I am
A crazy smart lil girl
Born & raised in Mexico
Where people like to chill out.

I am a sweet nice girl
Who’s nice but I can get
my indigent sometimes
I’m a hard person to under

stand but easy to get along.

I am what I am
With my innocent look
And my angel face
But never believes in
My innocent face.

I am what I am
I just like to be me
No one else
I am who I am
No matter what people
Said about me.

I am what I am
Unique & one of a
Kind that’s the difference
Between you & me.

It Is What It is.....

It Is What It is…

I am who I am
I cant change
Matter of fact
I wont change

I’m a kind-hearted person
Who loves to love
I love being who I am
Tall, athletic built with cinnamon brown skin
And easy on the eyes

It is what it is
As simple as it gets
I’m a simple girl
I’m not clingy or crazy
I’m just me!
Original, quiet and soft spoken

You can try to make me or break me
You can even try to tear me down with
Your blood shot eyes or
Better yet stab me behind my back
With your painful sharp words
But I guarantee you after its all said and done
Its only going to make me STRONGER, SMARTER, AND WISER
And full of revenge!!!!

Lol! Jk!
Lucky for you am not a spiteful person
I wasn’t raised that way
But word to the wise I wouldn’t take my kindness
For weakness
Best believe Am not gullible
I know some wolves like to dress in sheep clothing

Like soulful singer Mary J Blige says
“Take me as I am or get nothing as all”
I couldn’t have said it better
I am who I am!

hi everyone :)

show not tell..it was a hot day

it was freekin hot my body entirely melted. My mind became dull with a huge tumor in my head,yelling leave your school. It was so hot that i became grumpy and old, waiting for alaskas fresh air to cool me off. It was so hot that the saharas dessert was nothing compared to being stuck in a boring class full of lava air. It was so hot that it made me want to be cold as the glaciers icy pad.

Janet

my name is

my name that was given to me was pain
i had lied to myself for years
trying to fight the truth
hated everyone for what happened
knowing no one can change it
only i can move forward
tomorrow my name will be change
looking forward
to depart from the past
to take a new look on life
to change my name from shy
to show i can be brave
to not hide behind the wall
today my name will change to outgoing
to spring and be me
even though people think my name is self centered
that doesn't care about her family
but that's not me and never will be
what they don't know is i want to care for
them but they didn't treat me as their own child
so how am i suppose to
my name is secretly fear
of everyday that heads my way
to wake up in the morning and say hello to them again
to see the horrors of the world itself
inside all of my names
i am called hope to break free from everything
i am called strength to carry through everyday
i am called love towards everyone no matter what

My Name…

There was a time when my heart meant nothing,
Shattered I was.
Yesterday; lost and torn,
Waking from my dreams and curtsied by an angel
Taken by storm.
Her words dance on my heart,
Her breath lingers on my fingertips,
And with an exchange of words
Loved and amazed, I am.
Wrapped in my arms, she remains,
Secured in her wings, I will stay.
Enraptured by her eyes and
In love with her smile,
I feel it all over again,
Smitten will be tomorrow.
Intensify once again.
She’s in my dreams,
With her nights live on forever,
And this dream will last a lifetime.
She’s forever in my heart.
Forever in love, I am,
Forever happy I will be.

~Jon Martin

My real name is Africa
Don’t be fooled by the colors you
see on me
The hazels and golds and yellows
reflect my name to be Europe
But if you listen to my heart,
you can hear the drums of the motherland

Yesterday, my name was South Africa
Separated from all who had a
different color of skin
I was beaten to one side
of life
Not able to look at all the
colorful races
Taught to hate all who didn’t have
Melanin in their skin

Today my name is Egypt
Exotic as a gemstone
Tall as the pyramids
Welcome arms and doors for
All to explore my intricate, artistic styles

The world thinks my name is Africa and Europe
With my biracial features and proper
use of English
Brittany is a beautiful lake in France
Larraine is a state east of the Eiffel Tower
Ciccotti comes from the land of spaghettis and pastas

But my name is Nigeria
With my hair as thick as molasses
And my nose wide as the elephants
Stomping around Madagascar

A Nubian Queen with a European shadow
An African spirit with a bright outer shell
A proud black woman is what I am

My Name is Africa

My Name Is..

My Name Is…

By Ivett Pascual

Yesterday my name was sadness
Lost in tears
Lost in the earth
Lost every where I went
Trying to figure my way out
Nobody could make me change
I was in my depress bubble
My heart broken in millions of pieces
Because of the good memories we had together

Today my name is hope and happiness
Hope towards love and everything
Happiness towards mean people
Thanks to my special person
That might be the love of my life
The one that help me feel confident
Confident about ME nobody else but ME

Tomorrow my name will be success
Success towards everything and everyone
Peace and happiness
And depth inside me pride, liberty and emotion
No matter what I go though
My name will be ME and only ME…

If I Were A Poem

If I were a poem
I would love to be traveling
into everyone's soul.

For my words to
translate into each and
every mind that read me
and to inspire them.

Inspire them to grow
and fly and be free
like a canary.
To let their thoughts
come out and be heard
by the universe.

If I were a poem
I'd search for a
better tomorrow.
A tomorrow that
would not bring any tears
to anybody's eyes, but
that would bring a
smile to everyone's face.

If I were a poem
I wouldn't correct
my mistakes.

I would leave them
there so people could
see that not even
the most beautiful
of things are
perfect.

If I were a poem
everyone that read me
would leave with
an understanding
of love and respect.

My name is

My name is Carla

C for courageous, ready to take on the world and

obstacles that come my way.

A for accomplash, for completing my goals.

R for reliable, because i have enough to give.

L loveable, because i have enough to give.

A for armor, armor that i provide for my daughter to

protect her from danger.

Yesterday my name was sensitive

if you thouched me i would shatter like glass.

Touch me and my heart will cry, crying salt water

from the ocean in my eyes.

Tomorrow my name will be speak able

heard by every person who thinks that

immigrants come here to take away.

People who think teen parents cant graduate.

Who's opinoins are the kids that come from a

broken family become as their parents once

did.

In my dreams my name was strong

powerful enough to make me rise

over the crowd of people and be notice.

To warn the crowd that i've reached my goal

and make space for my proud ness.

Secretly i know my name is unstep able,

unable for people to step on the roots of

my family tree.

To let the worldknow that Carla Oliva

stands with her head up high and wont

see her with it down.

my name is...

My name is..
By Maricruz Tierrablanca

Today my name is lost
Lost in a maze
Lost in the fog
Trying to find myself
Dazed and confused about the future
Should I go to college?
Should I work?
I don’t know.

Yesterday my name was lonely
The only star left in a vast sky
The only fish on a wide pond.
Invisible to everyone around me

My name was once pain
Grieving from a loved one’s death
Suffering from my family falling apart
Injured by the words of others
Hurt when things go bad.

My teachers think my name is
White earth when they see my last name.
They think my name is Maria, my last name Cruz.

Other people think my name is delicate
like a crystal glass about to shatter.
A Eeyore timid and quiet
A Piglet who doesn’t know how to talk
Some think I’m the kindest person alive.

Inside I know I’m a dreamer.
An imaginative person who loves to create her own world
I fantasize of one day having the perfect home
A husband who as time passes, grows old with me
But fear that this dreams will never come true

But no matter if it’s now or tomorrow
the past or the future.
My name will always and forever be
Maricruz

Role Model

Stop asking questions
before you get the truth.
Kill the problem
before you get to the root.
Run away like you always do
role model.

Live through me
try to fix my mistakes
that you made in your past history.
Gee thanks
as if I didn't have enough pressure.
But then again,
nothing can measure to just how hard your life is.

Ruin my life
before it even really starts.
Leave me aloneon a shelf
for the world to see
as if I was a piece of art.
Now that wasn't nice,
where is your heart
role model?

Drink up another bottle of vodka or wine
and wipe my tears away
as you say "this is the last time"
when you know you said that the time before this.
Yeah, go and drink some more alcohol
drink your heart away
so you won't feel at all.

Smoke another cigarette
and kill what's left of your lungs
slowly taking your life away
leaving your conscience hung
next to your soul in your closet of sins
falling under the influence again.

Let us alone to hit the brick wall
as you back away and fall
off the bridge
leaving us to lick out wounds again.

I won't tell them your name.
I have too much shame
to admit that your mine.
But I will say goodbye to you one last time.

One day soon
you'll feel the guilt and the pain
because I didn't do anything
and all I did was love you

my little role model.

My Name:

My Name:
By Mad Hatter Mana-san


I had a dream, but my name was different:
At peace
No care in the world
No worries to feel
Why couldn't I stay there?
Because it was only a dream


I woke up, with a name I did no recognize:
What the hell?
What was going on around me?
What am I doing here?
I was so confused!
Why did I feel so closed in?


Maybe tomorrow I will have another name:
Pleasant
I'll not worry so much
I'll enjoy what I have left
The world will seem less mean
School will go smoothly


But secretly I know my name will be:
Content
Despite it all
I feel fine in the end
I'm still living on
So something must be going good