My sleeping self remembers from radio-like memories. I start walking into that distant time. The monochrome sky stretches out past the limits of the world and I and he is stood in front of me.
It was always him who I was with. No matter what happened we were together. He said to me what he said that time, “Why are we in such an awful world? If I look upon it, it’s empty. I don’t want to exist in a world like this. So, I will change it.” I had always ignored it, but you felt the rain, the rain of hardships, and you wouldn’t accept it. Our town that we grew up in was incredibly poor. Of course it was hard. An everyday struggle. But then there was you parents. During a riot, they were killed. Since then you hadn’t talked as much; like you blamed yourself. Nevertheless, that’s where our dream began – our dream to change the world. My sleep begins to crumble and you and everything begins to fade away.
I am left alone in my own thoughts as I watch the scenery outside. The barren moon clings to the sky filled with so much emptiness I could drown. We’ve come so far from that time. Maybe now we can begin to change things. Silently, I walk over to where you and the other council members are stood. “Do you really believe that you stand any chance of becoming leader of the country? You are just a poor boy from a poor town.” The old men laughed. How dare they say that! I, about to say something, was being held back by you. Nothing ever seemed to effect anymore, you had that same emotionless expression and cold eyes. You carry a deep darkness within your heart. However, I am sure that you can win this election even if nobody else believes it.
It is the day of the election results. The clock hands push us forward. The time is nearing. I feel a ...
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...look slightly distressed. “It’s sad, but in that case I won’t let you get in my way” He has a knife in his hand. Is he trying to kill me? We’ve but through so much together. Surely he couldn’t do this. But he hasn’t shown care towards anything for years, even me. The only thing he cares about was his desire for revenge. I know that he is prepared to kill me for this. I need to get away.
It has been a while since then. I have spun my tears every day. I am alone. Everything is my fault. That day, you swung at me. Startled, I pushed you away. The chaos was ensuing all around us. But… You slipped backwards and fell. The despair I felt was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I killed you, it’s my fault. As you pushed towards the ground my scream echoed.
Since then it hasn’t been the same. Now my only dream is to wait, so I can join you – on the other side of the sky.
Do you remember the first time we met? I do as I cannot shake the memory. It was love at first sight. I’ll never forget the feeling I had. A warmth overcame my body as you stoked a fire in my heart. It was like I had spent my life drowning in the sea around me and you were that breath of fresh air as I pulled myself out. My cares and concerns melted away. I was complete. You were exactly what I had been missing in my life. My better half you completed me you made me whole. Your touch, your scent, your glistening radiance I took it all in. I felt its force enter my body working its way to the very center of my soul. It felt like a real living breathing thing coalescing within my life force touching parts of me I never knew existed. You awakened some innate primal desire and I needed you at all times.
The void in his hopeless eyes was immediately filled with anger. "I didn't kill anyone!" he yelled and tried to lunge at him but the boy was held back by the chains, "I tried to save them but I was too weak to do it on my own! You all left my friends to die..." he lowered his head as tears welled up in his eyes and flowed down his cheeks. "I begged and begged," his voice
Before reading this poem there are many things that have to be taken into consideration such as Young’s background, education, ideology and phraseology. Kevin Young starts off the poem
wants to take me/the knife wants to slit me, he does not seem to want
There’s an event in everyone's life that changes you, whether it be a simple hello or a death in the family. Tragically, mine begins with my mother marrying her second husband. The lessons I learned from this man shaped me into the person I am today. I came from a bad situation and he took my family in and and showed me that not every man is the same. Perseverance, the ability to forgive, and willingness to change your life for the better are just some of the things he taught me. If it weren’t for the little talks we had I wouldn’t be hopeful that I am, that I will turn my life around.
I would shut my eyes because I knew what was coming. And before I shut my eyes, I held my breath, like a swimmer ready to dive into a deep ocean. I could never watch when his hands came toward me; I only patiently waited for the harsh sound of the strike. I would always remember his eyes right before I closed my own: pupils wide with rage, cold, and dark eyebrows clenched with hate. When it finally came, I never knew which fist hit me first, or which blow sent me to my knees because I could not bring myself to open my eyes. They were closed because I didn’t want to see what he had promised he would never do again. In the darkness of my mind, I could escape to a paradise where he would never reach me. I would find again the haven where I kept my hopes, dreams, and childhood memories. His words could not devour me there, and his violence could not poison my soul because I was in my own world, away from this reality. When it was all over, and the only thing left were bruises, tears, and bleeding flesh, I felt a relief run through my body. It was so predictable. For there was no more need to recede, only to recover. There was no more reason to be afraid; it was over. He would feel sorry for me, promise that it would never happen again, hold me, and say how much he loved me. This was the end of the pain, not the beginning, and I believed that everything would be all right.
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The young couple talk for hours, those hours turn into a everyday routine. Exposing one another about their dreams and aspirations, teaching the other a new thing. A deep feeling begins to grow is this the one? She thinks to herself. Things change fast rushing like a waterfall nothing to stop its current. He is evolving some days he feels like the one other times it feels like a game.
I realized I entered a new realm when I left the airport as we are approaching my aunt Olisa I see many people of different backgrounds all around me. It was so intense but I knew for a
Do you ever have that feeling, like you’re stuck in a mirror looking for someone to free you? Well, I felt like I was in that mirror searching for a friend from long ago to free me from the nightmares of lost friendships and to be found. I had felt like all hope was gone, until that one day.
I sat in the courtroom, with the bright sun shining through the windows, and realized that I was becoming the family that stood by me when tough times hit. I wasn’t losing the past sixteen years of my life; I was just becoming more myself than I had ever been. I understand now that I am not a little kid anymore. I can speak for myself and I can believe for myself. I work hard to overcome any new challenge that arises because I remember what
The room still smelled of his cologne. His black t-shirt and jeans still lay on the left side of the bed as he had left it; it was like he had never left. But he was gone, gone for now, gone forever. Scattered red puddles stained the brown floors; that was the only thing that reminded me that Cameron was never coming back; or so I thought. My mother was calling me down for dinner, but I had no appetite. Now my life had no purpose. I didn't want to go to school, especially because my family moved from New York a little shy of a year ago. I knew no one at my new school, and to make it worse I now had a few girls that disliked me. I was smoking down the hallway, when Natasha and her friends came towards me yelling, "No smoking allowed in this school!" I believe her uncle had died of lung cancer, so she was really sensitive dealing with that topic. I apologized, that just wasn't enough for her because she started pushing me and we started to get into a violent argument. I just wanted to be left alone, but that obviously wasn't happening. When I came home, my mother saw my black eye. She questioned me very worried, believing I had not made any new friends. I had to think of something on the spot, so I just lied and told her I had fallen on the concrete steps. She oddly believed me, and we walked downstairs to join my father for dinner.
It was one of the most exciting and nerve racking days of our lives. Although we were finally leaving high school, the feeling of being unsure didn’t go away. The whole day was full of practicing for the big moment when the entire class graduated on to a new beginning. All the girls wore shiny bright red robes and the guys were dressed in a shiny navy blue. Standing there, I had no idea what to expect. Some things I were aware of, my friends were leaving and we wouldn’t be the same friends anymore. My role was that of being so aware of the future that I was too shocked to soak in the present; being a pessimist was my main goal and everything I was sure of became true.
It was a dreadful afternoon, big droplets of rain fell directly on my face and clothes. I tasted the droplets that mixed with my tears, the tears I cried after the incident. The pain in my foot was excruciating. It caused me to make a big decision of whether I should visit you or not. I decided I would. I limped towards my bright, blue car where my bony, body collapsed onto the seat. I started the engine up but at the same time being cautious of my bleeding foot. I then drove to the destination where I was bound to meet you. I was bound to meet you after three years of counselling from my last appearance with you. I guess all I can remember is the scarring....
Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.