Poetry
"I Miss You" by Channel Beckett
You made my days brighter
So how will I enjoy my days?
You put love in my heart
So how will I live without my heart?
You gave my words meaning
So how will I speak?
You showed me feelings, never thought I had
So how will I care for another?
You give my spirit life
So how will I be happy?
You were the better half that I will miss
You have given me what I couldn’t
obtain from anyone else
So how will I not miss you?
"Why" by Channel Beckett
Why do I go through these mixed emotions?
I don’t understand what’s going on, I feel so different
Why do I feel this way?
Why do every night I cry?
What wrong with me?
I’m not crazy, nor am I depress
What could it be?
Maybe it’s because I’m alone
Yeah that’s it I’m alone in the world
No one knows me, nor speak my name
I sit in a room with nothing in it, just an empty room
Maybe I don’t exist
But why?
"How Too" by Aaron Maxwell
Too many times I wrote these rhymes
Too many takes to get this break
Too many rejections to get acceptance
How I ache to finish this take
How many gasps, could be my last?
How seeing birds can influence my words
How a tear can be my cheer
How being the best can be a quest
Take your time to write the rhyme
Because the quest to be the best is simply quite divine
"The Bright Side" by Aaron Maxwell
When you feel lonely
A time of despair
You find someone to turn to
But nobody's there
What should you live for
If nobody cares?
Then you write your thoughts out
It all becomes clear.
You manage to turn a smile
From a frown.
Your life is like a poem so....
Write it all down.
"In This Real World!" Shapel LaBorde
To run and never have to stop and catch your breath sounds absolutely raving
But in the real world your chest will cave in
Visualize a world apart from the one we suffer in today
Something like a Utopia that desired no fray would peace we continuous play
Why do we debate and not share?
At this rate, no wonder why we live in a constant fear.
Worry is our dearest friend.
We all go astray from the problems at hand
Big and small
Simple and complex
Sacrificing and damaging?
...Risky
But hey, that’s just in this real world.
"Does He Really Notice?" - By Rayneice Coleman
My eyes touch his figure
Like the sunrising at the crack of dawn
But then, as his rise at me like looking at shining marbles
Then my eyes go down like my grades falling
But still, I wonder. Does he really notice?
It's like he's the algebraic equation
He's the unknown # that is waiting to be substituted
Does he really notice?
That's nothing in my mind
Is thought about is him?
Does he really notice?