poetry

marielle, 8 june 2015

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it feels like i’m drowning.
like i’m being sucked down by an
undertow
and the weight of the waves
becomes too heavy to stay afloat,
and continue fighting.
my head was once filled with
smiles and laughter
and has now been consumed
by darkness,
and no matter how hard
i fight,
the current is stronger.
i can feel myself getting pulled
down
faster and faster,
but no longer resist it.
i let it take me down
because i’m not sure what’s worse;
The current below me or my inability to swim.

angelique, 8 june 2015

You shall cry for the little boy

You shall cry for the little boy
Who was all alone
You shall cry for the little boy
Who’s small and on his own
 
You shall cry for the little boy
He had nowhere to go
You shall cry for the little boy
He saw you as his own
 
You shall cry for the little boy
That wound up in your home
You shall cry for the little boy
Was stronger than you known
 
You shall cry for the little boy
Who you’d hit and beat
You shall cry for the little boy
Who had no ends to meet
 
 
You shall cry for the little boy
Who walked on coals of fire
You shall cry for the little boy
Whose heart was barbed by wire
 
You shall cry for the little boy
For the love that was denied
You should cry for the little boy
Emotions kept inside
 
You shall cry for the little boy
That went through hell and back
You shall cry for the little boy
Brave enough to come back
 
You shall cry for the little boy
For your many hateful words
You shall cry for the little boy
His sight with tears was blurred
 
You shall cry for the little boy
The boy who cries inside
You shall cry for the little boy
The boy who is grown and no longer hides
 
You shall cry for the little boy
Who fell helpless to your hands
You shall cry for the little boy
 For he became a great man
 
You shall cry for the little boy
For he will thrive in life
You shall cry for the little boy
But you shall die in the night
 
You shall cry for the little boy
And he will think of you, not
You shall cry for the little boy
For you will be in the ground,
Beginning to rot

Danielle Perez, 8 june 2015

Farewell School Poem

 
Tick tock… tick tock… tick tock…
We count down our time here on this internal clock.
Our days here are quickly coming to their ends.
As it is almost time to say good bye to all of our friends.
 
Memories that feel as if
they were yesterday.
Quickly turning to flashes of moments
that seem to fade away.
 
People we once knew
we may look at in ten years
without the slightest clue.
And we may even think to ourselves who.
 
The times here we once shared,
may feel as if they were never there.
 
Years fly.
People die.
ANs you never know when could be your last
good bye.
 
I sometimes wish I could turn back time.
And cherish what is rightfully mine.
 
Or go back even more.
To those childhood memories which lure.
 
We’re gonna miss the way school can
make one feel.
We’ll miss the friends
and memories that felt so real.
 
We’ll move ahead and not look back.
We won’t worry about past slack.
 
Reality will start today.
Our past mistakes will fade away.
 
Looking in the mirror,
It may come as a surprise,
the completely different
people we see in each other’s eyes.
 
We will rise
to reach any prize.
And we will fall.
But that can only help us to grow tall.
 
We’ll enter the world,
With smiles on our faces.
Ready to make this world
a better place.
 
Although our time here at gami is done,
We’ll take the life lessons we’ve learned and run.
We may forget the little things.
But never ever will we forget all that life can bring.
 
And if we’re ever caught in a slum,
We must never forget where we come from.
Absegami will always be here.
A home to us that is always near.

marielle, 8 june 2015

i am now who i want to be

it's funny
how empty you can feel
even when
everything's going the way you want.
it's funny how sometimes
no matter how hard you try,
you just can't bring yourself to smile
and mean it.
it’s funny how i feel a heartbeat
but sometimes
when i looked in the mirror;
my eyes were dead,
and no amount of makeup could conceal that.
no amount of drugs,
alcohol,
or sex
could override that emptiness.
it’s incredible how much can change
over the course of just one year.
it’s beautiful what i’ve found.
what i found gave me hope
when i was sure there was none left.
its something that makes me feel alive.
it consumes me
and angers me
and mostly scares me beyond compare,
but it’s real.
it’s a feeling.
it’s a thousand feelings morphed into
one single word.
it’s the most empowering thing i’ve ever felt.
it brought me out of such a dark abyss
that i had presumed i’d stay in
for many more years to come.
it was the one thing that
kept me going
when i was ready to give up.
it’s the feeling of home
without a house,
because my house was never a home.
it’s what made me believe in myself.
it’s what gave me the power to control
each and every one of my feelings,
while at the same time
giving that power to someone else.
it’s what i know will destroy me with time,
but for now it all seems worth it.
it was falling in love for the first time,
and not knowing what to expect.
it’s writing shitty poems for people who
couldn’t care less,
but writing them anyway
to acknowledge that change is possible;
to acknowledge how much i’ve grown,
and to acknowledge that i am ten times better
than who i was just last year.
i have filled the holes that resided
throughout my soul,
and regained the life in my eyes.
i am now who i want to be.

Danielle Perez, 8 june 2015

Haunted House

 
 
For so long no one knew,
 
About the little house that was blue.
 
It had been there, lonely for years.
 
Now all I hear about are the fears.
 
 
 
My brother told me someone died.
 
But I really hope he had lied.
 
Because that would mean there’s a ghost.
 
And if that’s true and I go in, I’m toast!
 
 
 
And mommy and daddy would miss me lots.
 
Because me and my brother are all they gots.
 
I think it’s worth a try.
 
But what if I’m next to die?
 
 
 
Off to heaven,
 
With my old dog, Kevin.
 
Where we could play all day,
 
Have fun and lay.
 
 
 
Off to the house I go.
 
Will I make it out? Who knows!
 
I approach the great big gate,
 
Now awaiting my life’s fate.
 
 
 
Creek!
 
The gate opens as I sneak a quick peek.
 
And slowly approached the doors,
 
Waiting to see what lures.
 
 
 
I walked in very slow.
 
Not making the slightest crow.
 
There was still furniture in every room.
 
I heard noise behind me that sounded like a boom.
 
 
 
Closer and closer the sound came.
 
I’m beginning to see why this house has a lot of fame.
 
I did not move or twitch.
 
Not even when I had the slightest itch.
 
 
 
The sound felt as if it were next to me.
 
I was so afraid to try and flee.
 
Should I try and peek around and see?
 
All that the noise could be.
 
 
 
I followed, scared as ever.
 
Wondering if I’d come back? Maybe never.
 
The noise was coming from behind a closet door.
 
My fear began to grow a little more.
 
 
 
I opened it really slow.
 
Only to feel from behind a great big blow.
 
I go crashing down to the floor.
 
I feel like my life will be no more.

angelique, 8 june 2015

Untitled poem 1

 
I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life
You came in like a storm
Dark at first
Full of energy
Exciting and new
This lasted for only a little while
For u soon became dark
Mean and standoffish
For what felt like forever
We were at odds
Yet we were not
It took eternity for the
Calm to come
Peacetime arrived
And all was good
However; this small peace
Proved not to last
For soon the darkness came
Once again
And once again the damage was done
And all that was left
Was the little house on the hill
Strong enough to face the darkness
But hurt and somewhat empty by
The storms leaving
For its outer walls may have been strong
Against the storms forces
But inside the house is where the true
Damage was done
And can be found

marielle, 8 june 2015

who i am

I reject the idea that you learn who
you are in high school.
I've been here for three damn years
and I've never been further from truly
knowing who I am.
I lost my best friend,
I'm afraid to talk to my mom,
and my grades have become more important than my mental stability
(something in which has grown
entirely too frail over the years.)
I hate people,
but I want fiends.
I'm an ass of a person
with a conscience that rains over me.
I don't need anyone,
but I need him.
I'm going insane,
but I'd never speak a word of it.
I'm a god damn storm cloud
rolling over in hopes of creating
a rainbow.
I reject this concept of loving yourself
before you can love anyone else.
I've despised myself for years,
but when he looks at me,
I forget why hating myself was ever like.
I reject the fact that adults
possess the power to minimize
my feelings.
every
damn
thing I feel is valid.
don't tell me I'm not in love.
don't tell me I'm not stressed,
and don't you dare tell me I have
nothing to be sad about.
my scars are not proof of survival,
my riddle body is not so poetic,
but the fact that they exist
proves that I was once very sad and
very sick.
i reject the belief that high school
is the best 4 years of your life.
I see a future,
and I know it will be better.
I have crumbled under the weight of the world
far too many times,
but I have the strength of a thousand mountains
inside of me
and I will do whatever it takes
to make my future a hell of a lot
better than this.

Danielle Perez, 8 june 2015

The Woods

The woods are scary.
The wood is where it happened.
So quiet and dark.
 
Why did I go in?
I was warned about these woods.
Some don’t make it out.
 
I approached the path.
Trees screaming for me to leave.
I went any way.
 
I walked quietly.
They didn’t hear my loud screams.
No way to turn back.
 
I opened my eyes.
Those never found were with me.
Never to be free

Danielle Perez, 8 june 2015

Best Day

I’m really hungry for some yummy cake.
 
It is going to be a happy day.
 
The baker better not make it taste fake.
 
All of my friends and I down by the bay.
 
 
 
I can’t wait to get on the floor and dance.
 
I’m bouncing to the beat of the music.
 
I really hope that I don’t lose my pants.
 
Dancing so much I might even lose it.
 
 
 
It’s finally time to open the gifts.
 
Anticipation is building in me.
 
Hopefully I will not miss my work shift.
 
Yahoo! I got a brace for my bad knee.
 
 
 
And so my big day is sadly over.
 
Now back to work with my big lawn mower.

Danielle Perez, 8 june 2015

Best Day