What is Love?
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What is Love? ✹
What is Love -
You know that feeling during your experience in existing when there’s that one person or thing that brings you that peace,
the peace that momentarily fills the existential hole that is always feeding for more.
The feeling of emptiness that we daily silence. Without guidance, for some this feeling would slowly turn of violence.
Why is it that love has become our center of being?
What is this feeling that is so complex for each person to feel and each individual experience varies, what is the meaning?
This feeling that’s not only physical but our inner being, our soul's way of communicating with our reality.
I am no one to change reality but as an observer of our universe,
and the human body I was given,
I can use my soul to pour onto these pages.
Love is such an interesting concept in which in my heart it rages.
As humans we go through stages as people come and go we learn,
but what about those people who changed your life. Are they to return?
Love is harsh it can burn but only real love can heal. Love is something that we say day to day.
I love my toilet as much as I love food but there’s a different meaning when I say,
I love you.
My heart drops I get this feeling of warmth and comfort when I think about you.
it’s a feeling I can never get sick of.
I know it’s your soul speaking to mine helping me heal to become the best person I could be.
It’s truly surreal that such a beautiful soul was created.
Your potential is incredibly exponential and yet you spend your free time stargazing with me,
or running and smiling in a rage of young love, filled with memories.
When you are sick I think back to all the gifts you’ve given me. I want to be your remedy.
I think I’ve found a word to explain love,
Harmony.
Love has so much uncertainty but just imagine the feeling of that young love that fuels your insides,
challenges you to take every day from a different perspective, could last an eternity.
As humans we are bound to change, but what if the moments we take from love and all of its absurdity changes us internally.
Our Nation Is Educated In Manipulation
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Our Nation Is Educated In Manipulation ✹
Our nation is educated in manipulation.
What is this creation that has me overthinking I can't help but feel anxious?
Models are subject to augmentation, we lack love and communication.
The problems we face are more than our population.
We face war, death, and poverty, but we cry over heartache.
We are inhumane, what have we done to Ukraine.
It's clear we are puppets used as a demonstration.
We value education in hopes to celebrate our children's graduation.
We live in a perpetual cycle, a simulation.
I can't breathe squeezed by societal generalization.
I have died by suffocation.
Death.
What more is left?
Unchained by society where is stress?
We've reached enlightenment
But why must we be dead?
When we die, are we stuck in our heads,
Or do we live to try again?
I can't contain my thoughts of the afterlife,
I just wish to know what is to remain.
I just wish to be born without chains.
What is growing up?
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What is growing up? ✹
To be a child is living in its purest form.
This is life,
To know why
is much more than who I am.
But what is growing up?
To go through trauma, surrounded by a life full of drama,
To survive through our struggles,
taught to resolve conflict with a muzzle.
But to face the moments with pain, can drive some insane.
Those who stay kind
through each stage of the rain
Is a phenome so hard to explain.
Damaged, Bruised, Broken.
Through the stages of a shattered childhood
We still spread our light,
It is our god-given human right,
to choose who we are.
But yet I lay awake at Midnight
Wondering Who am I?
My thoughts take control tonight.
I may cry as,
I take the time to think about my life
In some ways, I wish to rewrite all of the violent nights.
I laid awake in the moonlight
overhearing gunfights.
Waiting till the next day,
to see the sunlight.
Standing with courage.
After years of learning on my own
To wake up and try each day
Even when I feel alone.
To try and understand those who no one spent to know
To make them feel value,
Talking to them
in hopes to hug them tomorrow
but
It was their last day, who knew?
Gone, are the days of memories.
In this life, we are taught to value the memories that bring us happiness
We are now taught to chase highs filled with addiction, What is this life that's become fiction.
What happened to me that was a child
That spent their days laughing
Filled with its own natural high
With crashes filled with
Cocoa and the sweet hugs from mom.
What if I wrote in these pages
how much I missed my mom.
I wish she was here to cry on the night of my prom
Now I lay awake tracing my arms, to remember her palm which always
Made the world feel calm.
I use to bottle these emotions, but I've learned to process
To relieve the constant
stress.
Through time alone I've learned
to create progress
To no longer repress these feelings
but
learn to express.
The most important love I've learned
is
love of self.
To be proud of who I tried to be,
and the life I choose to live.
To make the most of every day,
By giving all I have to give.
Dear, Younger Me...
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Dear, Younger Me... ✹
Dear younger me, remember all the times you walked with your mom because her brain had undergone so much, what more was left?
My mom is deaf. She cannot hear
But her heart is one that loves and it’s clear.
Her laugh brings warmth but from where?
She’s been beaten, abused, and harmed to the point of no return.
But yet I became her concern.
Remember who you are?
Who am I?
My name is Iverson conformed by 7 letters.
My father was never there, so I taught myself, checkers.
My grandparents took me in, fed me
There is where my life began.
I was bullied for my color,
I felt as if I was chained, wearing a collar.
I once felt that I wasn’t enough.
That my laugh was obnoxious,
All of these thoughts from other people made me nauseous.
So I learned to be cautious.
Of my energy to act by what is right,
Not by my bursts of light
which were now suppressed into the night.
Dear, younger me don’t forget who you are.
Because In this world you are nothing but a star.
It may sound bizarre but you’ll find worth in who you are.
I Exist...
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I Exist... ✹
I exist... but people perceive me visually
For why is how each ego is portrayed differently.
How each flaw is tamed.
through diction people can create there own fiction.
Of who I am.
Soon to be hooked, addiction
Why do minds have such a thin line.
Between shattered, and flattered.
Why can we think.
Why do we die.
Why can our minds twist the view of our eyes.
Why can we create worlds based of lies.
Why can someone feel the pain of a cry, but tell them to die.
Why are we such fragile creatures with minds only we can perceive of.
Each person lives in there own mind.
Each person lives in there own hell.
To each of our own is heaven.
For our thoughts decide our perception.
Objection your honor
I cannot deal with the judge of life.
For all I have tried was to live, but look at what we’ve made.
We worship knifes.
Sharp edge.
Kids unfed.
Dying of sleep.
Minds of ungrounded deeps.
44 Romance Languages, 5 Languages of Love
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44 Romance Languages, 5 Languages of Love ✹
“I love you”.
In every single love language, and each 44 language of romance.
I’ll use these five.
Every single day I fall for you a little more and your touch, ugh god I can’t get enough.
Your laugh, deserves more than a photograph, as I write you a poem filled with my smile.
My smile you’ve fallen in love with
The one you’ve found worthwhile.
For that I show you every ounce of my love slowly driving you senile.
“Je t'aime”
(I love you)
I’ve dreamt of a life with you in France.
Your eyes glowed of romance.
Your body moved as we danced, as I held your arms my heartsank.
Even in dreams I fall in love with your glance.
Have you ever thought dreams can be different realities.
If so I’ve taken you to Belize
Looked you in your eyes and told you
“Te Amo”
(I love you)
If dreams are different realities I hope to dream of the day I’m on my knees.
Sometimes I daydream, thinking about making you a meal themed Italy.
To tell you
“Mio Amore, Ti penso ogni giorno.”
(My Love, I think of you every day)
While we make noodles as Italian gourmet chefs.
We’ll eat outside
Recreating our own Disney.
I’ll be Tramp and you can be my lady.
I’d kiss your forehead and call you my baby.
I’d tell you
“Esti dulce”
(You are sweet)
As each moment plays on repeat.
Running through my brain, warming my soul through our flame.
I’ve used 5 love languages an untold sorcery.
I hope your heart can handle my love before you burst an artery.
Maybe I’ll become a surgeon
Only to be charged with burglary.
I’ve stolen your heart because I couldn’t bare our time apart.
But In reality I just wish to show you our love, our own work of art.
Her Heart
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Her Heart ✹
She has green eyes mixed with brown, and sometimes lies hoping that the mean guys will maybe take their time.
She’s been through this game too many times but hasn’t learned to read through the lies.
So she lays by the tree of love, sighs as it slowly dies, watered by the tears she cries.
For her eyes are hazy, she hasn’t noticed peeking through the grass we’re daises.
Waiting to bloom like a newborn baby.
to hold and cherish, through each stage of its life as it grows.
Cared for by the affection only she knows.
She’s watered this tree with unseen eyes that have poured rain.
But who knew she’d blossom from each ounce of pain that slowly drove her insane.
She’s changed, but at times reverts back to the same.
That’s put herself to blame, that’s wondered why has my heart become a game.
But I write this to you.
Remember your name
It means strength.
Your heart is sheltered, so take your time to remember each time you’ve surrendered
To love.
through each thorn is a rose.
Beautiful like your eyes hidden behind your very own disguise.
Loving again
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Loving again ✹
She lives in her own mind
of expression.
She’s loved to the point of obsession
The feeling of loneliness turns to depression.
I’ve got a question?
Do you care about your impression?
Have your feelings turned to suppression?
This is your life, you make of what you are.
Not by your profession.
Why have we cried, of heartbreak
All of those nights you stayed awake.
Because someone’s feelings of love turned to be fake.
The pain turns to aches.
Your minds at the ends of a break.
Isn’t it crazy that love has so much power.
As it ends, freedom almost feels like jailbreak.
Loving again, becomes overbearing.
Your thoughts of self becomes cuts.
Am I too much?
When all you ever wanted was love by touch.
Your hearts been broken in two.
But loving that sweet soul feels brand new.
So I say with few words.
Reflect on how much you grew.
Get through the pain, because you are not to be put to blame
For how you loved is who you are.
And for those who took your love and burnt it crisp like a cigar.
Remember the feeling of how bizarre love can be.
When someone looks into your eyes.
With the pure power of the star, that you truly are.
This is America, know your name.
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This is America, know your name. ✹
We’ve created connections through our society.
We’ve created our own reflection through personal rejection.
We’ve created love through affection.
This life we live is beautiful
We have our own skin, our very own complexion
We have our own thoughts we express through projection.
We live in a world,
Taught that we must be the product of perfection.
But beauty in reality is imperfection.
What is perception?
What we think, and what we do is part of who we are.
But what about those who don’t have a choice.
Who were born without a voice.
What do they perceive?
What do they believe?
Perception varies through the life we’ve received.
What we’ve been given.
But as a society we’ve made this the guidelines for division.
Just look at our women.
Suppressed,
Our nation is obsessed
With stress.
Who would’ve guessed
Those stars meant to be blessed
Would turn to the means of a protest.
THIS IS HUMANITY
just look at these chains,
Because we all wanted was
to be treated the same.
This is America, Know your name.
What is fear?
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What is fear? ✹
What is Fear?
What is this feeling that comes and goes every year.
What am I afraid of?
Maybe im afraid of being judged.
Maybe im afraid of being loved.
Fear just seems like another word for stress.
So I confess I am afraid, I am scared of being compared.
For all of these thoughts why was I the one who cared?
Society has corrupted my brain, we are the ones to be put to blame.
I have changed, I decided I couldn’t stay the same.
Love feels like our last hope, but deep down between the soulsof the twisted is a rope.
Choked, I’ve been through this before I’ve learned to cope.
Maybe this is why i feel fear.
Because I’ve poured too many tears.
Dear Earth,
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Dear Earth, ✹
Dear Earth, Thank you for being our home.
Thank you for every ounce of freedom and our ability to roam.
I thank the earth for giving birth to us.
But we abuse and diminish it’s worth.
Why do we abuse Mother Nature,
For all she has given is nurture.
Why do we trash this world every piece of trash; torture.
We were born of this world and our souls are intertwined.
Maybe this is a reflection of us.
Humankind, has lost its peace of mind.
We’ve created a mirror just look at what we’ve designed.
Society, the product of our anxiety.
What Love Can Create
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What Love Can Create ✹
Everything your love, has been in my life.
Every moment, smile, and laugh, we’ve created is a memory.
That's rests in the pockets of my nostalgia, blinding all senses .
It's hard to explain but when I think about the love you've created
I get this feeling that every part of my childhood I missed I get to live again.
The most meaningful part of your love resides in my heart. The things you've said that might have stuck with me longer than it did you.
Seeing me grow in every aspect from handshakes to hugs.
From ice breakers to my dreams of a filmmaker.
Your love has shown me what it's like to be valued and for that I can never thank you enough.
So, thank you for every ounce of your kindness it has led me to heal. I want to dump my heart onto these pages and talk about the world that I've been through for you to understand my stages.
The homelessness, abuse, and neglect I've faced has made me into who I am today
To look you, in the eye and smile because I've seen darker days.
I am not perfect but I am subject to change. Life is strange with how the cards are dealt.
The universe couldn't have blessed me enough, but who would've guessed that this is how my feelings were confessed
With true heart is the only way I can be expressed.
The Sky's Blue and I Miss You...
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The Sky's Blue and I Miss You... ✹
The sky’s blue and
I miss you
I write my thoughts when I’m alone, and they keep comingback to you.
Earlier today I caught myself scrolling through the photos of you.
I froze, remembering the first time I surprised you with a rose.
You told me they were your favorite.
I couldn’t help but smile at this memory.
I hope you really do remember me.
The real me.
The me that loves your energy.
That loves your smile.
That loves you for who you are.
You’ve come so far.
Just look there you are,
smiling with your whole heart,
brighter than any star.
Sometimes you may cry,
with tears in your eye
remember my words,
My calm voice.
a babies lullaby.
I can’t say goodbye, and you ask why?
If I died right now my brain would replay every memory,
through my sensory, and there you would be.
Replaying the first time I met you.
Cold with no shoes
and that’s something I refuse to lose.
What has society become?
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What has society become? ✹
I’m a student of love but I feel as if I’ve been expelled
All of the times I’ve been wrong feels like every word I’ve misspelled
Judged for the way I smelled
And for my emotions
every time I ignored them they swelled.
Until I couldn’t hold it in anymore I yelled.
Screaming wishing to be held,
Like a baby’s first light, crying under the hospital lights in the spotlight.
This is the poem about my stage fright.
I struggled with my appetite when I’m forced to take the medications that make me feel numb.
With the absence of dopamine
the only thing I can feel is dumb.
What is our society
We judge others, the product of our anxiety.
Are we supposed be zombies. working for our earned income.
What has society become.
We medicate our children because of there energy.
We’ve put there personalities in jeopardy.
They struggle with who they are.
Are they enough?
We’ve put them in handcuffs.
Isn’t this life we live already rough.
With the pain of heartbreak, what more can we take.
I don’t understand this heartache,
I cry as my pieces shatter, I’m at my ends but I wish not to break.