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  • amagneto
    I Can't Fit IN:

    Talk to me about a time you were unbearably miserable
    Then talk to me about it again
    Talk to me about it until it consumes you
    The way this blackness inside has consumed me
    Because I don't know how to communicate this anguish I’m going through
    This brain pain is real
    It’s the most real thing I have ever faced
    When most of my days are spent in the clouds in an effort to keep it at bay
    To keep it far, far, away
    You think I'm lazy
    A sad piece of scum
    I've committed too many sins and I can't fit IN
    To your perfect world anymore
    I'm the whore they told Jesus not to talk to
    The sad charity case you need to fix because you want to be like Him
    But you can't fool us;
    He and I know your heart isn't in it
    You can’t care for me at your core

    And tell me if I were dying of cancer would you hold me instead of shout at me?
    Would you treat me like an angel instead of like someone demon possessed?
    “Get it out of her because we can’t love her this way, she’s a monster don’t you see!”
    But I didn't ask to become this devil
    And I didn't ask to walk with the dead
    I've lost myself on this road to insanity
    Whispers keep…
    Calling out my name…
    But no, no, no
    I won't follow them there
    Please, be proud of me for it

    And please, let me know
    If my cries of agony were caused by raw, full body, burns
    Bleeding, bruising, blistering
    Would you stand there and say, “Get up, help yourself. We can't do everything for you.”
    If I nodded and pulled myself up, gasping, groaning, reeling, steeling myself for the worst, saying…
    “Yes, but look! Don't you see! Understand! I'm wounded. I'm battle scarred. I can't do it all alone.”
    Would you still give up on me three days later?
    Take me back like a gift that just wasn't what you asked for?
    Your daughter, your friend, your sister, your lover

    Don't forget me here
    I’m begging my God to turn my heart to stone
    Can't anyone see?
    I'm fighting to save my own life here!
    I can feel it
    This isn't a joke
    This isn’t temporary
    It’s all that I’ve ever known
    I’ve forgotten who I used to be
    And these diseases have the power to kill me
    To put me in the ground
    But I promised, I wouldn’t fall down

    So here I stand
    Guilty and faded
    Hollow inside
    With a spinning mind
    With empty promises in my thoughts
    Of all the people who said they’d stick around to see me through it
    Yet here I am shaking cold and alone in my bed
    Throat raw and sore from my screams, and lungs tired from heaving heavy breaths
    Begging Superheroes, Buffy, and Constantine to comfort me, rescue me, because no one actual will,
    I let their darkness resonate with mine
    But they can’t save me, they aren’t real
    I’m still walking through a reverse nightmare
    Where getting up in the morning is something I dread
    And going through the day puts me deeper and deeper in this state despair

    All my friends are asking me
    "Are you having fun?
    "Are you feeling better?"
    "Do you enjoy being home here?"
    "Have a wonderful day."
    "Have a wonderful trip."
    "Have wonderful, wonderful, wonderful life."
    When I told them just a few days ago
    That I can barely move my body
    Because my soul is so thick and so weighty
    Painted black and rotting from the inside out

    And I’m calling out to Jesus, to God, to the Holy Spirit
    The deities of my youth
    Asking what do I have to do to make people understand
    I’m not okay
    Not even a little bit
    And what I need is love and compassion
    I need help and understanding
    I need calmness
    I need peace

    Not your curses and looks of disgust
    Not you sternness or your nagging
    Not your hard brutal strength that tears me apart inside
    Because I can’t match it

    I don’t need another bad memory to cry over
    I don’t need another invalidation of what I'm feeling
    If that’s how you take care of me…then please just get off this ride
    Because I can do this with or without you
    But don’t you ever forget
    I know what it feels like
    Intimately, truly, and absolutely
    I know what if feels like to be dead inside

    By: Abygail Merlino
    Albuquerque, New Mexico

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  • EdwardWingard
    If I Lose its Understandable

    I understand that this challenge is a test... Lol look at the smarty pants on rhyme zone segregating the Diamonds from the Rine stones
    Well I understand your purpose
    And I know you need the best poet in the universe to write an ultra extraordinary poem for the ultimate test of understanding I get it i understand and I except you challenge
    True imma under dog under a bridge with over whelming people with petty problems that don't understand the true art of the perfect poet performing outstanding poetic expressions elevating the crowd with elegent excellency and probably still won't and that understandable
    But you need the unique piece of poetry that gives undefined beauty in a sexy camal type of way...
    And I get it I understand well I'm a smart guy 2+2 is 8 and 10-10 is 8 I know I understand a lot...
    But unfortunately I fail to understand how to write about understanding
    And I hope its understood that I am a great poet but this prompt is really grinding my gears
    Because I can't seem to understand how to write a deep piece about understanding the understood but whats understood ain't gotta be explained
    And if I don't exceed in creating great creativity and I lose I won't you to understand that I understand and I will not take it personal SHIT HAPPENDS
    And you need the best and I understand that so if I lose it understandable

    Edward Wingard
    Milwaukee Wisconsin

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  • szrikem

    All hail Comrade Stalin
    For he is the man that Russia adores
    Our problems have been long forgotten
    Never again to see a corpse

    I am but a child
    But I have been taught well
    If I keep my thoughts mild
    I am sure to excel

    Comrade Stalin is all I see
    This is no complaint
    In every paper -- on ever screen
    He puts a smile on my face

    There is no God that I believe
    No miracle that I feverishly await
    Russia provides everything for me
    And none to those who choose a holy faith

    Those richer then I
    Why they do not exist
    Taken away in a blink of an eye
    Just like any that seem to resist

    All hail Comrade Stalin
    To him I am forever in debt
    And with this debt, I see a problem
    For I and not he, may soon be dead

    Soraya Zrikem
    Ann Arbor, Michigan

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  • Nhamojx
    I had a dream

    I had a dream
    Of grown white men and women
    Are working in the fields
    Begging for a meal
    I had a dream
    I had a dream that
    Night colored folks are the ones to run the coast
    I had a dream
    I had a dream that
    Little white boys and girls, are the ones who can't read
    They are the ones to fantasize about being free
    I had a dream
    I had a dream that night was superior
    And light was below under
    I had a dream
    I had a dream that the white man
    Gets the lashes
    He's the one
    That screams for pain to past him.

    Naketa Williams
    Hamilton, Newjersey

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  • Louise Thomas
    7 pm and You

    My mom dropped me off at the fair
    I bought some sweet tea for 75 cents and walked around alone
    Then we ran into each other
    You were with your friends

    Some highschool band was playing
    So we all danced in the back of the expo hall
    You danced with Jonas date while he stepped outside
    Your twin brother asked me to be his partner
    Placing a hand on my hip to get you to pay attention to me
    I could of kissed him right there but they asked us to leave

    You and I stood side by side in the rain near some funnel cake vendors
    Your brother shivered and I gave him my coat
    Then you asked me for my sweater
    Cause you knew I only had a tanktop on underneath
    You just wanted to see me naked again

    Half a mile a way, the gangs were fighting
    Two blocks away, a new boys hands were up my sisters shirt
    Four days away he broke her heart
    Three days away you ignored me
    A week away we kissed
    A year away you forgot my face

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    The American Dream

    The American Dream
    This Dessert storm is one I refuse to conform
    I’ll be patient but I refuse to be a patient
    When you become injured just be aware that
    Obama-care was created without a care
    Did you know that history repeats itself?
    You must step out of the fog of illusion
    That has no conclusion
    Because this illusion is a confusion
    Don’t worry don’t worry I’m not in a hurry
    Sit down and smile for this may take a while. Please let me explain what is causing me pain.
    America has stolen my Dreams. This started when they sold me my Dreams. I wonder if this began
    When speaking of religion in public was a sin.
    No Justice no peace screams the protester
    Put your hands up or I will still shoot screams the protector.
    I don’t understand the paradigm of the 21st Century.
    Placing innocent black men in the penitentiary. This will explain why they have been extinct for a century.
    Last edited by [email protected]; 02-18-2015, 02:37 PM.

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  • Jayden Gino Price
    Understandings just perception
    funneled through a vase
    Put the cornfields of the south
    Within "Brick-city's" gaze

    Each environment boasts strings
    Which captures the mind
    The ego of man
    Keeps subcultures blind

    For those who break free
    A smile awaits
    But it is short lived
    As fish hoard the bate

    To walk without thought
    Is the peace of a child
    But believe you are "sure"
    And you lose a mile

    In the end its your footprints
    Which transfer the ink
    As the pages keep turning
    Before you can blink

    Raise your hand to the teacher
    And scream, "I don't know"!
    He'll laugh at those words
    But let you pass go!

    Last edited by Jayden Gino Price; 12-04-2014, 04:57 PM.

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  • Long-Skirts

    Withered, wearied
    Ripped and torn
    My mother’s feet
    Were rough and worn.

    For they had carried
    Future’s weight
    Engraved by God
    Her pregnant plate.

    No money for
    The perfect fit –
    So when in pain
    She’d pray and sit

    Until her purpled
    Blood would race
    Body, soul
    Varicosed in grace

    And though so wearied
    Withered, torn
    Emeralds fade…
    ‘Fore feet so worn

    St. Louis, MO

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  • admin
    started a topic Poetry Prize Rules!

    Poetry Prize Rules!

    Announcing the 2014-2015 RhymeZone Poetry Prize

    This year's theme: "Understanding"

    RhymeZone will make unconditional grants totalling $5,000 to 10 authors of thought-provoking poetry in the United States or Canada.
    The submission deadline is Sunday, February 1, 2015 and winners will be announced on Sunday, March 1, 2015.

    To enter, compose an original poem related to theme of "Understanding" and share it with the RhymeZone community by posting a new topic to this forum.

    Poems will be judged on the basis of how thought-provoking, well-crafted, and original they are. All entries must be original poems that have not won any award previously. Ten winners will be selected from the bunch by the beginning of March 2015, with each winner awarded $500 USD.

    Why a poetry prize? It's our way of saying thank you to the poetry community which has been so supportive of RhymeZone over the years — and also a way to encourage the writing of more great verse. And we also just think it will be fun.

    For detailed rules and guidelines, please see

    People please do not post your poems as replies to this rules topic.
    Back out to the "
    RhymeZone 2014-2015 Poetry Prize entries" forum and click on the blue box that says "+New Topic" and create a new topic with the topic title being your poem title. Thanks.