Safe Place for Words
Ripped from a time apart,
to find a nightmare with no care.
Stubborn as I, so long as it is, as far from above and deeper than waters that could give less.
It’s an evil, avaricious as glare, with the dare for the level of fair. Mockingly, it gives test to the soul given, and if I could catch its darkest most shadows, as passing behind, as well as before me.
To my side, one jostles to slam
a power stolen long, long ago.
From the sense a journey awakened, to lend for its own purpose to discover oneself
with the good in every heart.
Anonymously Acclaimed
The Method Beyond her Madness
You may never understand
Don’t jump to conclusions
Try not to assume
Just keep in mind
There can be a much
deeper reason
She is not the type
Who is known to lie.
If it doesn’t affect you
than why do you care?
Who are you to judge
anyone but yourself?
Don’t give your two cents
unless you are ready for
someone to criticize you.
Then listen how easily
your story gets distorted
into an opinion.
What if no one let you
correct your own truth?
Marisa
undercover of silence, i slip by
ununderstood, unknown, unseen
to truly see is the application of knowledge
leading to understanding.
few know few understand few see
wherever i go, laying thoughtful words with others.
Pieces of myself and my soul strung out up and down the coast.
Hints of what lies within, but never coming together
Instead, from time to time, these little pieces page back in
tugging at my heart in moments--in all different directions
leaving me suspended in the air
caught between different wills
pulled in all directions
unable to determine my own
so, one by one i cut the strings to these pieces of my soul
left with others, because i can't take yanking
(and the feeling of being spread out or distraught)
Instead, I would lose those bits of self, at least for now.
Instead, i would be unseen, unknown, ununderstood.
Undercover of silence I slip by, in and out of the gentle moonlight.
A
light within
Eyes wide open.
All you see are blind visions all around me,
Never meant for this to happen to us.
Hope is never lost, just so far away!
Why are we all so blind?
Darkness is all around us now,
Can we see what lies ahead of us?
Now we come together,
gain this light to help us find our way through the dark!
Can you see this ark of light through our darkness,
that we made this is our day today.
Tomorrow’s not given, but I’ll make god give it to me, if I take it.
Make him give it to me!
Make a wish as I look into your eyes,
please tell me no lies as we make a brighter day,
Lie with me as we daydream about what our lives can be!
Willie
Off Toward…
The invisible war,
Strikes like a coward.
"America of Terror"
The Syrians shouted.
How miserable to die
In a battle, unknown name.
But its because he'd fight
To die for his land in fame.
Bleeding are those
Who know too much
"But off we go!"
To be man we rush.
Levi
Ripped from Reality
I’ve been ripped from reality and put in a fake place,
And left by someone who was also in the same state.
I feel locked in a cage,
Only to find myself repeatedly sinking into the page.
Sometimes I find myself choking on words,
It don’t matter if I was to say something, I still wouldn’t be heard.
Takin money that is hard earned, constantly taking wrong turns,
People keep telling me to give up, but I clearly don’t learn.
Problem Child
A Six Word Autobiography
Love, feel. hate, pain, cry, alive.
David
Alone is only but one path.
Maui
Being beyond and beyond in yourself.
Malik
Tranquility is sure, but torn, performed.
Anonymously Accalimed
Riddles are the questions,
Poetry is the answer.
No matter if you’re a Libra, Virgo or Cancer,
Living in the goods,
Standing out for the gods
Scorpios and skeletons
Which makes my life raw,
Open up the doors for ghosts and guns
To step into action
And have one run,
Not so deep
But a little too dark
When I rest in the casket
All I see are sparks
I’m in this boxed room
With the windows pitch black
I heard a loud voice that said
“Hey, I’m back.”
Open up my eyes
It is a moral of Iraq
Pulled by the chains
Cut up by the chain saw
I was scooting on the ground
With blood on my left jaw.
Malik
HAIKU
3 line, 5-7-5 syllables per line
I know you used me,
Nothing but abuse for me,
Leave me in my shame.
A slave to the Art
Nothing but our broken hearts
Always ignorant.
Wasting time again
Reckless thoughts pacing briefly
There it goes again (gone)
Maui
Snow
I used to hate the snow,
I found it frigid so
“Through it I’ll never go”
But the wind tosses me to and fro
It made me very late,
Which I very much hate,
Maybe delays of fate,
With every snowflake’s traits.
Now I make a fuss,
Whenever I ride the bus,
With its unforgiving musk,
Of frustrations before us.
Levi
Crooked Smile
Something’s wrong with my face.
You can try to slap this look off,
Unfortunately, it will continue to stay.
You may call my expression funny.
Tell me just how hideous I may be,
Still I will go on smiling,
Because your words do not hurt me.
Diving into the scene—the ability to slow down time.
To be content with what else there is to find.
We were free to live as well as alone.
There was no reason I could figure out.
Ripped from what we waited for.
Everything we deserved in just a moment.
It flew right out the door.
Marisa
Painted on the tops of her feet are remaining strips of color from the sunset, seen before the long road. She plunges her feet into the sand and it sticks to the oil paint that lingers there. Then she goes out to where the water rolls in; it charms her with its song, accompanied by the splendor of the stars. The salt water cleanses the cuts on her heel and ankles—the noise of the great machine fills her ears and stirs excitement. The wind rushes past, the cars racing a foot from her face. The subtle continuous seduction of the sea remains and it draws her back, inviting her to sink into his sturdy arms. The train passes—the waves fall out, pulling the sand over her toes; stripping the colors of the sunset that stained her skin. The water returns home. The patterns are always changing, and space must be cleared for the painting of the dawn.
A
Learning to Fly Without Wings
(The story of a wanderlust girl wanting to see the world.)
I dreamt of it long enough, until all my fantasies were becoming reality.
It’s a funny thing, awakening only to realize that life is but a dream.
Forget what you thought, there are no boundaries, and in this life
you can be whatever character you please—damsel in distress or hero.
Happy endings aren’t everything though; perhaps without experiencing the sorrow
we wouldn’t be as grateful for a new day tomorrow.
So keep your head up and spread your wings.
You’re off to see many things.
Yes, I know jumping can be quite frightening (especially your first time)
I mean, how do you know you can fly?
The choice is yours to decide.
Chances come and go and living in fear is a common thing you know.
Jumping is the first step to truly understand faith.
The point is, do you want it, even if it seems impossible or scary?
Because that’s the key to those of us,
Who are lions, as opposed to sheep.
Wildflower
Blueprints
Sometimes the pen knows where to fall
Dragging the ink with ease over the tooth of the paper
The final vision, although unfinished, is clear.
The ink is smeared and the apparition of one future is lost.
The time spent mapping the framework is swept away,
with the foundation yet in tact.
Gridded paper, on it the remnants of a dream
waylaid by the forces of fate, is returned.
It is rolled with such care, for something meant to pass from memory
Surely the memory is meant to pass,
But why can’t this parchment just be ripped into pieces?
I will myself to create anew from the remnants
of this carefully delivered heartbreak.
A
Allah, if you would give me,
Someone just like her,
It would be the perfect unity,
Give her love that’s pure.
God, if you could trust me,
To take care of this angel,
Her wings won’t get dusty,
She’ll sparkle at every angle.
Buddah, I do believe
This gift could be from you.
She smiles at me,
With vibes that feel true.
Jai, could you tell her
Maybe in her dreams
That all the things that were,
Were never as they seemed.
Universe, if you deliver
I’ll never forget your name.
I’ll be grateful forever,
For such a gorgeous dame.
Levi
Invisible me
Nobody takes me seriously
I refer to my scars as tree rings.
Each one symbolizing
a significant event in my life experience.
Marisa
Stringing Thoughts
I actually have a friend who influences me to be more thoughtful and creative. A few years back, when this was going on, I took his advise to be more creative with my mind. This man was someone who used to influence me to be the worst type of vain in the world, which is an inverse to the truth. If you read too much where does all the value go? I mean, in some type of condition, where is all this articulation leading to? Are you afraid of the truth...lines and lines of truth? What is thought? Is it messages from outer space telling you the truth about what reality is? Does it hurt, does it please, does it make sense? In all this knowledge connecting the heart and the mind, how do I connect with other human beings? This is how thought interconnects. Feeding me more racing thoughts.
Angel
A Choice
Never been one for writing these thoughts.
Never bothered to think one would care to hear.
Now, as we change this planet, so must perceptions change.
Patterns and behaviors to align in harmony with the planet and stars.
Raising our awareness and consciousness with love and understanding.
Realizing the power we hold and claiming it, to change what we see as unjust.
Becoming our own leaders and opening up the heart of Being.
Let’s allow the healing to take hold of us, like a mother embracing her child.
Now is when we meld into the frequencies of our loving Mother Earth.
Lifting our spirits and letting all be as it is, to create what we imagine.
A world of peace, abundance, full of life and love for those that choose.
Life is a choice, healing is a choice, wholeness is a choice and Love is a choice.
Use your will to empower yourself and those around you.
Consciously creating a reality all may thrive in as one.
Marya
“How are roots so strong?” she puzzled aloud, half skipping, half climbing over the pavement blocks that jutted up and out oddly in various directions. It caused a grin to fall across my face as they passed in front of me sitting at the bus stop. The innocent wonder of a child holds wisdom that, like the roots, runs deeper than appears from above the surface of the earth. There is much to be admired about trees; they are grounded, unwavering and never without growth. I have said before that my role to play felt similar to that of a great tree. It is my desire to be an encouragement and for from my words, the spring of life. Refreshing as water, but delivering what substance that is needed and necessary for growth. I don’t know if I can be this person or what I am capable of. The sun shines down and warms my skin as the bus pulls up alongside the broken sidewalk. Not all lies above the surface.
A
I wish I were a duck
And didn't give a cluck
But instead I'm in a chair
And you're already aware I care
Some say that life isn't fair
But it is, because it's not anywhere
So I find it wiser to prepare
Instead of being sucked there
Keep my head up high
Never ask why
Because I care
I'll make a difference there
Levi
SWAG
Swag is my thing,
I love it, I like it.
Death on the other hand,
I can’t even despise it.
A beautiful mural,
I paint every hour.
Through love and kindness
Comes miraculous power.
Day-by-day bring no plant with the power to devour,
Every single day, every night, every hour.
Give me faith so I can fly to the top of the tallest tower,
I'll jump off and survive,
It doesn’t take a scientist to count to three,
It could have been worse,
I could have been a bump on a rump.
(like in Dr. Seuss.)
Malik
I Am Poem
I am just the person I want to be
I wonder if anybody understands what it takes
to walk down this path that never ends.
I hear everything around me, even inside pours out.
I want nothing from the world but for ash to fill the sky!
I want for one wish, can it all be made in just one wish?
I am just the person I want to be.
pretend I can’t hear what’s going on around me.
I’m wondering if it’s just a game to everyone
because it’s just shit waiting to go round down the drain.
I am just the person I want to be.
I dream awake still asleep yet wondering if it’s all just a daydream
wonder who’d flip if the sky and ground flip around?
I am just the person I want to be.
Am I to be alone tonight?
I start my dream walk to the afterlife,
maybe just to the other side
Tell the whisper I’ve come to listen
Stop moving their lips
Keep open one ear!
I am just the person I want to be.
Willi
Safe Place for Words is the writing group of
Safe Place for Youth, S.P.Y.
located in Venice, CA
a caring connection for homeless youth