Love Falls Like Rain

Love Falls Like Rain

rain outside

driving alone

on the way to nowhere

trying to feel something

like love

(Inspired by listening to

Barber's Adagio for Stings)

In a Well-Ordered Universe

In a Well-Ordered Universe...

In a well-ordered universe

I wouldn't be myself

I wouldn't be so messed up

wouldn't need mental help

I wouldn't hurt people

or lose the ones I love

I wouldn't hate myself so much

my family would think I'm enough

Suicide would never happen

at funerals we wouldn't cry

no more people killing themselves

not having to wonder why they wanted to die

In a well-ordered universe

no one would be handicapped

there wouldn't be insecurities

the innocent wouldn't be attacked

There would be no rape

no more PTSD

there wouldn't be victims

survivors are all we'd see

There would be no racism

no more discrimination

we wouldn't hear or say racial slurs

only love across all nations

In a well-ordered universe

everyone has hope

there would still be tragic accidents

but everyone could cope

There wouldn't ever be a miscarriage

all parents would stay with and love their children

Mommies or daddies wouldn't just up and leave

no child would look at themself as a sin

Police brutality wouldn't exist

no one would have ever made any drugs

these foreign substances wouldn't enter our bodies

addicts would be addicted to hugs

In a well-ordered universe

I would be myself

everyone would have self-love

and instead of degrading

we'd give each other help

Poetry Guy

Poetry Guy

Poetry guy comes every other Sunday.

When it's that week we can hardly wait.

We are grateful for what you do for us.

You teach us how to express ourselves

and how to write.

We get so excited to hear the words

"Can somebody go get the Poetry Guy?"

That means he is here.

We no longer have to hide.

He brings in stories and is always

up to date on the latest events that

have taken place.

Poetry Guy, we are glad you come in.

We are inspired by all the poems you bring.

You bring your binder and copy down your notes.

You see who we really are.

You don't take us as a joke.

So long story short, thank you for your time.

We are excited to see you next time.

Sitting in My Room

Sitting in My Room

~Group Poem by TP4, in which each writer contributed at least one 3 line stanza. 

My room is made of bricks

It isn't much but a shelf, bed, and desk

It has a window but I can't see out of it

Sitting in my room

Just enjoying the view

I still can't stop thinking about you

I count the bricks

The time just ticks on by

My choices have led me to this

My mind is playing tricks

Looking at these dirty white bricks

Boogers here and there

Hair balls everywhere!

My room is an 8 by 8

It's very small

My room has a door but it's not like I can choose to leave

1...2...3...faces in the wall

Which one should I talk to

Because I like them all

Sitting in my room

Waiting to be called for bathroom

But all I can do is sweep with this broom

In my room I spend a lot of time worrying

I also spend time wondering

Trust me, every day I hate this place more and more

Don't look, you'll die

Just a side eye

She saw me, there go my points.

My room is sad

It's very dull

Compared to other rooms you'll notice it's incredibly small

The walls are closing in on me

Claw marks on the windows

Screams are everywhere

I feel like bouncing off these walls

My anxiety is going

Just thinking of all these flaws in my wall

Looking in through the glass

You see a girl who is hurt

And dealing with depression.

In my room I dream

About what life could possibly be

But outside is hard to picture.

Sitting in my room

I'm lost to the outside world

Or maybe I never existed in it at all

Locked in a room like I'm locked in my mind

Giving up slowly

Wishing away the time

Worrying about my panels

Trying to use my coping skills

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 things that are happy

The regrets for what I did

Can't go back

There's only one way

This I've grown to know

You'd think I'd go insane

But I'm so used to it

Yes my room may be tons of terrible things

But for now it has what I need

Till I see what freedom can bring

My window is too small and not even clear

I wish I could see the moon

I wish I could see home

Sticks & Stones

Sticks & Stones

We all heard that saying:

“Sticks and stones may break my bones,

but them words would never hurt me.”

That may be true

but is it reality?

Cause them words may not hurt me

but they stay with me

Hide deep down within me

Haunt me, tear me

Scare me, tease me

Those words live in me

Feed off me

Emotionally drain me

Those sticks and stones only hurt temporarily

But those words drive me into insanity

So, “Sticks and stones may break my bones,

but them words would never hurt me”

Is that reality

Or is it sophistry?

Maybe it’s true metaphorically

But literally

We need a new saying like:

“Sticks and stones may break my bones

but them words could emotionally

kill me.”

Life's Mystery *

Life’s Mystery

Life is a mystery

One that never seems to be solved

All answers beyond what the eye can see

Through all life’s twists and turns

Through hate that burns

And love that mourns

This mystery is never solved

More and more everyday people lie

To hide what’s hidden on the inside

More and more everyday people try

To get away from the corrupted outside

But they get nowhere

Stuck in between the here and there

Where no one seems to care

Outside is filled with tears and laughter

Along with poor miscommunication

But all that’s gone when you enter the hereafter

Along with rich information

About the pain of roses

About the door that closes

And how money poses

In this life that’s filled with sensations

The question is why to we hate

Those who are kind

And love the ones that are now late?

And for an answer I get a question

With dirty looks from dirty faces

Not to mention

The failed riots, protests, and interventions

There’s no answer to the question

That troubles my black and white mind

To ease my troubled mind

I take a sip

Then my heart and soul come to life

Into memory lane I take a dip

Not realizing I’m causing strife

With the hurt and pain I’m collecting

My insides suddenly projecting

The help that I’m now neglecting

Then there’s the little boys and girls

Sucked into deception and temptation

By the big bad cruel world

They use this as an excuse to fill sensation

To be the baddest kids around

To clarify their silent cries at night that don’t make a sound

To show why they starve themselves to lose a pound

And explain why they live their life in desperation

Life is a mystery

One that never seems to be solved

And never will be

RIP Orlando

RIP Orlando

All I can say is Rest In Peace to Orlando

All of those injured and dead, I can't even fathom though

Innocent people trying to have a good time with their Bro's

But a savage attacker had to ruin that, though...

Shaking my head...

All I can say is Rest In Peace to Orlando

Know now I have all those suffering in my prayers

Getting through your emotions will be a lot of layers

You might want to seek revenge but you're in peace, not a slayer

All I can say is Rest In Peace to Orlando

I would be lying if I said I know how you're feeling

But I know it must be hard to be strong and dealing

You probably will have nights waiting for things to go back to normal, starring at the ceiling

All I can say is Rest In Peace to Orlando

I lost loved ones so I know how it felt.

I'm only 17 but I was younger when I dealt.

But please be strong, firm like a seat belt

Because there's a long ride you take entering life

All I can say is Rest In Peace to Orlando

These may not be the words you want to hear

You probably trying to make this right and crystal clear

But just stay level headed cause good times are near.

All I can say is Rest In Peace to Orlando

My heart goes out to you all

And I'm so, so, so, so sorry for your loss.

Doors

Doors

Two doors,

one to heaven,

one to hell.

I'ma tell you why

you shouldn't put

your soul up for sale.

At first it's a good idea right,

popularity and cash

you could change from a nobody

to somebody fast.

Gettin' that money

bein' on TV it's a blast.

But you'll definitely be sick

when you're just an eternally burnin'

pile of ash.

I hear these dudes talkin'

about sellin' their souls

to be rich.

Sounds good except there's

just a little glitch and that's

when you're sittin' in hell for the rest of

your life on fire saying this

is a _itch.

You Don't Know Me

You Don't Know Me

You see that I am angry.

You see that I am defiant.

But you don't know me.

You would know me if...

You knew how hard it was to not be terrified

You knew how I feel sometimes that I'm own my own

You knew how I felt forced to do the things I do.

You see that I run with the wrong crowd.

You see that I don't hold back.

But you don't know me.

You would know me if...

You knew how I was in my own world

You knew how I was fighting a losing battle in my head.

You knew how I was vulnerable as a child growing up.

Finish Line (written after the Boston Marathon bombing)

Finish Line

Don't rush, don't hesitate, don't pace at all,

because there's always a finish line.

You might have people you care for and haven't seen in

decades cheering you on.

But turn back.

Why? might be your question.

But, where? is the one preferred.

Where is my son?

Where is my sister?

Where is my daughter?

Where is my brother?

Please tell me where are my loved ones!

My only answers are that they're in your thoughts, in your

hearts, in your pictures, in every tear that you will or had

already shed, in the other people that'll remind you of them,

and, most importantly, in the skies looking down on you.

I can't make the scars be forever unnoticed.

But I can make the pain and tears go away.

There will be much more news.

There will be many more memories.

And, horribly, there would be many more acts of terror.

I'm the only one who can tell.

And who am I?

I am Father Time.

                                                                                                           I'm sorry.

                                                                                                                      Rest In Peace