I had to accept responsibility for my own role in my life and finally start to hold myself accountable. A Rolex watch and and a golden chain Stain of man way that they dressed. Broken Wing By: Will Reyes The Poem The Poem I feel like a bird with a broken wing Damaged by all the bad I've seen I want to fly away with you and feel new things But I get frustrated I can't yet, so I let off steam Sometimes I feel trapped, up on a beam High above a crowded more Prezi 11k followers More information 'The Pain In Waiting' Curled in on myself and clutching at my chest. Regulating my feelings is a massive challenge, making patience seem like an unattainable fantasy. I wrote a poem called "Rush" in my new memoir "Will To Win" to describe my own struggles with rushing things. But it will bea part of you, instructor.You are white yet a part of me, as I am a part of you. the room in a smudged Toxicity, trauma and time triple-teamed me along every inch of the tenuous trip called my life, engraining hate into my thought process. With every heart beat without you in my arms brings pain. A post shared by Button Poetry (@buttonpoetry). I designed the "WINNER" bookmark to symbolize mastering the foundational values I feel lead to success, like a winning ticket for life. 10 SFF Books Out in May 2023 You Don't Want to Miss! Who am I? Waits silently for death's blissful kiss. It's about life, our goals and the passage of time. of our minds we are all searchin' for a solution, our identities, histories, traditions, and children, we see a just world but we cant seem to build one, practicing this future is harder then it looks, And let me tell you I enjoyed tasting every flavor, A picture of two that should have been three, I pray to God every day that you may forgive me, If you can hear this please, please dont blame mommy, Yes its true she was my light and my life, I was just too immature to ask her to be my wife, I could not supply to either of your needs, All kinds of thoughts raced through my mind, I need to find a solution. I can remember thinkin, But it seemed the only place I found peace, And there you would be an angel to greet me with, Many times people see what they want to see, Their perception of reality is dictated by the industry, So if you are blind, Im -a let you be blind, But if you can see, step to the light and open your mind. station, I m talkin bout reverse cultural castration, Im talkin bout the flight to a higher elevation, Ill see you when we reach that destination, Lets take it back to the control of a islands. Patience has always been a struggle for me. While we stand by and watch the poor get killed (Dont) Call Me Crazy: 33 Voices Start The Conversation About Mental Health, This Might Not Make Sense Now, But Dont Worry, It Will, May 2023 Horoscopes and Book Recommendations, Expand Your Bookshelf With These 8 Interstellar Books Like The Expanse, The Best Sci-Fi Spaceships from Across the Galaxies. 507 following. 1. View But it wasCold in that water! A post shared by Will Reyes "Broken Wing" (@writtenbywill). But they were without wings To let the souls fly without any restriction, I wish I could change my skin according to the society, Than I'd be standing in front of my old reflection Them flowers camefrom that poor boy's friendsThey'll want flowers, too,When they meet their ends. I was finally tired of the twisting, and this piece is about confronting those uncomfortable truths and my own role in my suffering. Living in a fantasy to bury the reality, A man awakens from his sleep Where were his belongs that he did keep? These children are soldiers who fight every day. Who preached thatBlack boy to his grave? Life is often quite difficult to understand, manage, decipher and steer, so it's no surprise we humans turn to higher powers. Its things wrapped inside of me, coiled like wire with the filament exposed Full Document. Burning my skin everywhere there is contact. A Rolex watch and and a golden chain. the same things other folks like who are other races. It represents the general struggle of mental illness feeling like a war, while also reflecting the inner turmoil I always felt defined me, since my initials are "W.A.R." (Think "Madness of Will"). 300 million people worldwide struggle with depression. Broken and lost. Without it life would be hell. I struggle with depression myself, and as a writer and (former) poet, I find myself drawn to poetry to find solace, to find comfort, to find solidarity, and to better understand my experiencesas well as the experiences of those who deal with depression in ways that dont mirror mine at all. Reaching around my life, I moved my arms But it wasHigh up there! I may look able-bodied and healthy on the surface, but I live with a litany of mental, emotional and physical ailments. Hold fast to dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a barren fieldFrozen with snow. I don't want money My new book is available as an EBook ($9.99) and a signed 6x9 paperback ($35, 344 pages) via the link in my bio. If left uncorrected, our assumptions and toxic tendencies can wreak havoc on our entire lives. How will this love end? Now will she let me heal her? Without it life would be hell. But I guess I'm what. The pain is so unbearable to live with. Feeling the icy kick, the endless waves Some see me sympathetically, while others see me as the culprit behind my calamities. It deals with some of the complex feelings I grappled with because of my depression, fears and anxiety. lives they do pray. Long before tears of blood that rained down by a Spanish cross, A land that we the Olmec, Mayan, Zapotec, Toltec, Mixtecs, Before murdered Africans, thrown into the deep dark sea, Before those that escaped to maroons communities of resistance, Long before stolen gold, stolen land, people and labor, Long before Hidalgos bell ringing for independence. I'm committed to my growth. When looked upon by a pair of eyes Hit the link in my bio or DM me for yours. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life. I would see her by my locker, in front of me, On the way home from school and this Morena, Had shades as dark as coffee with no cream, At times she was the most beautiful color ever seen, But this evil color that I had come to love so dear, Like no other known to exist in all of creation, Morena was like a color never seen, a fragrance never smelled, She was in my dreams and again I loved her, The way she danced to the rhythms of the world, Just enough to catch a glance of her beauty, And Morena was coveted by all men of the Earth, She gave birth to Che, to Cesar, to Tejarina, to Zeta Acosta to Benito Juarez, To kings in Africa, to children in the Middle East, Morena made by God, cleaned kitchens, mopped floors, And still cooked tortillas frijoles and carnitas, Worked in plants, in foundries, in factories, Worked the fields as good as any man, if not better, She crossed the border by river, by land, by ocean, Gave birth to revolutions, artists, philosophers, Civilizations advanced in mathematics, in architecture, Raised her rifle to France, to America, to Spain, She was beat, abused, hooked on dope, smack, Put up with your punk ass only dating White girls, Had her chest sag just so you could grow and be healthy, Did your laundry and the Jones to make a few extra dollars. As long as we remember our inherent value and stay committed to the process. My heart, unable to dream of the possibility of being free each bouncing off my window. Tears for Cuba, Venezuela, Brazil, and Chiapas, And do not budge from what is just, right and equal, And tears for you Lolita tears for you strength, endurance, and constant resistance, Tears for the times they tried to break you, Standing like a mountain against a hurricanes attack, Tears for the times you could not feel the warmth of the sun, Tears for all those time you wanted to cry but could not would not, Tears of sadness and tears of joy because our freedom will come, got young livin dead blastin with no hope, and so I am left a man colonized with no name, very apparent by my white skin and the green, but how can you swallow if you cant even chew, I question our very existence, what does it all mean, walking life with no legs on a wobbly high beam, pain agony, hate, venom and rage is all that exists, or you will be swept away by the wrong team, the evil games corporations and governments play, in these times you can be killed by what you say, but if left unsaid I would rather be dead, this system depending on us to commit crime, to kill each other so our population may decline, internal anger directed towards you and me, Stolen away from their children and families, Of what they believe to be a parasitic problem, As she, they, we, clean in their kitchens, their airports, Their homes, their restaurants, their streets, their churches, like Huitzilopochtli consumed his brothers and sisters, She the daughter in school paying full tuition, She the women selling tamales, mango, sandia, Let me tell you a story of a people long ago, It has been passed from my ancestors from theirs and so on and so on, In the echo of a whisper a history managed to blow through, It hit my ear opened my eyes, made my mouth speak and my nostrils flair, Made me breathe so I can share with you tonight, on this holy land that the Illinois, Arawak, Algonquian, Blackfoot, Cree the. "Broken Wing" by @WrittenByWill View this post on Instagram A post shared by Will Reyes "Broken Wing" (@writtenbywill) 3. Readers who do, as well as those who do not, deal with mental illness will appreciate whats out there. Eating food from McDonalds is mathematically impossible. "Tulips" by Sylvia Plath and they cry out as they hit Wings broken. About Press Copyright Contact us Creators Advertise Developers Terms Privacy Policy & Safety How YouTube works Test new features NFL Sunday Ticket Press Copyright . Each physical copy of my new memoir comes with a free bookmark. greed. Lessons to be learned and wisdom, patience and strength to be acquired and shared. I'm doing all I can now to change course. I don't need something. To make me proud Will Reyes is a writer, poet, and author from Los Angeles, California. When will this all end and go away? Lost and alone. But I will not be.. the Devil's slave. This was published on October 18th, 2018. Why did I have to be so far away? I am still consumed in this black abyss dayby day. He uses his poems as an emotional outlet for himself and helps people connect with these feelings. whisper? They have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet-cuff The dog digs at the couch, It also keeps me from hurting myself. I keep on smiling day by day, hoping suddenly the pain will go away. Life, society / #claritycounts #mentalclarity #clarity #claritycoach #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #mentalhealthmatters #positivemood #feelingood #feelgoodquotes #willtowin #writtenbywill, RUSH - Today's post is about love and the impatience many feel to find or force it. Wrists scarred and bleeding. My wish for that child who is mocked or is teased has faith that their lives will be saved and at ease. (Lyrics and poems) composed and created By: REYES Apocalyptic Dream My thought patterns are mad versatile I was born a prophet prodigy child From the planet of many styles It was there that I experienced My epiphany, my awakening To the things unseen The Creator of all things Came to me in a dream Hit my soul with a heavenly beam Author. Who was that little boy who sat in the back of the class? I struggle with mood swings and erratic emotions that can change with a mere glance or sigh, because my inner monologue is so tainted with depression and anxiety. You can read about that journey and relate to the struggles in my new memoir, available as a hard copy or E-book. Luring me in to your flames. As those words leave your lips and reach my ears, I will smile through the tears. The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem. From The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes published by Alfred A. Knopf/Vintage. Are the things that I crave I had to learn to love and rely on myself, no matter the outcome. That's American.Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me.Nor do I often want to be a part of you.But we are, that's true! They're meant to represent different elements of my journey. Mankind's Idols are the devil's lies. She could accept them those things Im sure. I don't need something Crumpled on the ground waiting to be found. Curled in on myself and clutching at my chest. The poet writes away imaging, creating conditions, Writing the myth and all its wonderful exaggerations. Poems are the property of their respective owners. Ranked poetry on Broken, by famous & modern poets. Hot and cold. Or alive and well? I have never felt whole, but rather a combination of contradictory characters who all answer to my name. I just want God's love Who was that little boy who sat in the back of the class? I went down to the river,I set down on the bank.I tried to think but couldn't,So I jumped in and sank. Broken Wings You pushed her so hard, to fly as high as she could. Taken in front of my high school and featuring my neighborhood's freeway, it's a reminder to push through even when your path includes losing focus on unexpected routes and delays. I don't need a lot of stuff My escape to freedom denied stitched on and their heads pasted. 2. Broken Wings Poems 1. No matter how hard or curvy the road to get here has been, I'm ready to win. . Why did I have to be so far away? 8. Hold fast to dreamsFor if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. 288 posts. You can buy a physical or e-book via the link in my bio. a teacher told me, question what you see! Love is also a gift. Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. #poetryofig #norush #rushed #lovepoem #lovepoems #lovepoetry #lovepoemsofinstagram #lovepoetry #poemsaboutlove #poemsaboutlife #willtowin #willreyes #writtenbywill, WILL TO WIN - I wrote my third book in the midst of major challenges. Eyes begun to sting as light appeared. Working hard on yourself and growing for personal development is the best kind of foundational love. Became a doctor, a lawyer, president of a corporation, Started her own business, fought fires, opened minds, Became a poet, an artist, a congresswoman, a teacher, Poem for Puerto Rico National Hero Filiberto Ojeda Rios, he was commander of a Puerto Rican, national resistance organization Los Macheteros and was assassinated by the U.S government in 2005, bullets of lead and fire shot from guns of steel, those empty of space allow for light to peek through, in the presidential palace floors soaked and dripping, And the bullets that bloodied the streets and country side. #spokenword #spokenwordpoetry #spokenwordartist #spokenwords #spokenwordpoet #toxic #toxicrelationships #toxicpeople #toxicmemes #toxicrelationship #selfloveclub #growingupshy #poetryofig #depressionsupport #depressionart #poetryreading #poetryreels, "COMMIT" This carousel features a full piece from my new memoir "Will To Win." This poem is about confronting fears and reality, no matter how devastating they may be. Heaven's not looking at fame or face Lost and alone. frail wicker coracle. What are some healthy coping techniques you use to stay calm? #memoir #memoirwriting #memoirs #memoirs_of_childhood #authorslife #authorcommunity #thecherchlife #writtenbywill #willtowin #bookmark #bookmarks #bookmarkshop #bookmarksofinstagram #bookmarketing #bookmarkart, PATIENCE - Today's slides feature a poem called "Patience" from my new memoir "Will To Win." Whitney Fancher, Wondering Why Am I Here By This one is about how deceiving appearances can be. 29 Likes, 14 Comments - Will Reyes | Mental Health Poetry | Broken Wing (@writtenbywill) on Instagram: "A special reading of my poem "5150" from my second book "A WAR Within." @da_poetry_lounge is the" Breathing gets harder and I began to shake. I was born.. with a broken wing But it might have been Luis from up the block, We had planned a bombazo at La Casita De Don Pedro, There was an ocean of beautiful Puerto Rican People, even the drunks who dont seem to care about anything where yelling, this just in live from Humboldt Park the third riot in 40 years, why the Puerto Ricans riot? For Rafael Cancel Miranda, Andres Figueroa Cordero. I hope it serves as a reminder that slow progress is still progress, and that it's normal and okay to experience setbacks and hopelessness. Two children play near 115th and 3rd Ave. From the street through an open red door, Bring him home they repeat it bring him home, In the back room the activist, lawyer, executive director, and former political prisoner argue over semantics, come home, bring him home, we need him home, titles dont really matter as long as he is home, His children grown from of his own resistance, They grew in his former streets children lost in, But born in his shadow they wish to catch a glimpse of him, Dance and sweat, beats and rhythm, they want him home, What it is like to see children through glass, And many have been on the other side of that glass, Some understand the isolation and the pain, The activist running to event after event, His brothers relentless fight for justice, His hopes only heard by those closest to him, His step a little happier, his glance a little stronger, The young girl goes to school is told he is a terrorist, a bad man. Luring me in to your flames. Where did they getThem two fine cars? She went to law school got her bachelors, her masters. I wrote this poem to reflect on my quest to master patience and describe the difficulty of the task. The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. They wipe my tears away and soothe my heart ache. You can read this poem and learn more about my life story in my new book, available now as an e-book ($9.99) or an autographed paperback ($35, 344 pages). Want more powerful and important reads about depression? When Children's Book Authors Don't Like Children's Books. Though you may hear me holler,And you may see me cryI'll be dogged, sweet baby,If you gonna see me die. Reprinted by permission of Harold Ober Associates Incorporated. I'm finally learning to embrace myself in all facets and forms. They are my lullaby as they tuck me in and say goodnight. She replied, Hush my child there is more to my prophecy. I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem. And Satan's sting My time has always been filled with trauma, timidity and tension. From The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes published by Alfred A. Knopf/Vintage. It's not healthy and it's something I'm changing. As high as the mountains, as high as the stars. I don't own this time lapse, but I made sure it was free to use.I love this poem so much, it's from Will Reyes's "Lost in Life's Ocean" poetry collection. Her having gone away I came up once and hollered!I came up twice and cried!If that water hadn't a-been so coldI might've sunk and died. Swipe to read it all. of Mexico, Cuba, Panama, Dominican Republic, Guatemala, Nicaragua, Honduras, and the many other places, the same bullet that drips red onto street corners, no matter how many times hands are washed, but bullets cant silence voices of truth, That hopes to create beauty from what is chaos, To create stories of inspiration from tragedy, Revolutionaries die because they dare to love, What are the thoughts of those that bleed, Is It the same as those that are confined to cells, Dying bleeding to death for over 24 hours, why did they not hold as they would hold their children, why did they not hold you as I would have, close to my heart so you could feel it beat, which of us will clean the wounds of Filberto, or because we agreed on every aspect of his life, but because we was willing to give his life, of Oscar Lopez Rivera and Carlos Alberto Torres, through bars of steel on floors of concrete, She told me to imagine and see the world as poets do. from the massive pain in sleeps Will we be destroyed in the end? All alone in the black abyss, tell me how it's led to this. WE ARE(Lyrics and poems)composed and createdBy: REYESWe AreWe are the wretched of the Earth, We are spics, niggers, wetbacks, beaners and pork chops, Culture creators cut across communal skies, We are community builders stopping gentrification, Bastardly speaking forgotten in a new land and ancient land, We are Irish, German, Arab, Jewish, Muslim, We the Brown Berets and the Chicano movement, We are Venezuelan and the Bolivarian Revolution, We are Zocalo and Batey Urbano in Chicago. He works in music industry promotions and digital media and has a degree in Journalism. He wrote his first short story when he was nine and discovered his love for poetry in his twenties. Burning my skin everywhere there is contact. Crumpled on the ground waiting to be found. I come by it honestly, Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y, the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator. Sabrina, Tears, Tears Go Away By I was born with a broken wing. For, God loves all who follows his Son The things of this world up to my room, sit down, and write this page: It's not easy to know what is true for you or me, at twenty-two, my age. Before rape, plunder, before religious persecution, before robbery. The times we can exhale and take pride in our gains and growth. Will Reyes | Mental Health Poetry | Broken Wing he/him. Or that little girl whose classmates loved to harass? Dr. Dweck emphasizes the role of feedback in supporting students growth mindset. with a serpentine I often can't stand any version. Poems about Broken at the world's largest poetry site. Because before you can eat it, you have to order it. Published by Family Friend Poems April 2014 with permission of the author. They used to be so beautiful and proud, I always felt shell-shocked, stuck in mental quicksand as I struggled to make sense of the chaos that enveloped me. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions. Analyzed, surmised, concentrated, recreated, Who are the real thieves, the real criminals, Hypocrisy, animosity, racial tensions between you and me, A lyrical poet whose mission is to stimulate, So if you are blind Im-a let you be blind, But if you can see step to the light and open your mind, Jim Crow and Willie Lynch still seem to thrive, More subtle now days wouldnt dare say nigger or spic, Cause things always arent what they seem, Or censorship wont cut you no record deal, And my brethren out on the street fight for a hot meal, But like the wheel it all comes back around, The revolution will be won on the underground, Its time to break the chains of five hundred years of oppression, Pick up a book and learn your own lessons, And you wont see me celebrate Columbus Day, Cause Columbus didnt make no damn discovery, O lets thank the Europeans alone for establishing this great nation,, When browns, Blacks, people of color have been its foundation, I aint speaking hate I am talking knowledge, All this coming from someone with one semester of college, But its hard to earn the respect of others, But thats the problem, no respect for the past or the present, Delores Huerta, Cesar Chavez, Corky Gonzales, Brother Malcolm, all on the front line of the movement. Stain of man #urgency #depressionquoutes #depressionawareness #poetryislife #poetryislove #poetryisart #memoir #memoirs #mentalhealthmatters #mentalhealthblogger #willtowin #writtenbywill #growthquotes, CLARITY - My latest post is about the elusive thing we call "Clarity." as if their little legs were only With every heart beat without you in my arms brings pain. All of this, poems, nights making pastelles to raise funds, conversations, meetings, meetings and more meetings, tours, plays, visits, talks, years and years of toil, printed flyers, door to door canvassing, persuading, elected officials and people of prominent positions, all of this is the hard birth for freedom. I wrote this poem to describe just a fraction of that madness, with the hopes that others who struggle with these issues know they're not alone. Poem for Puerto Rico National heroine Lolita Lebron, she served over 25 years in prison as a political prisoner and refused to cry, Of the indigenous peoples of the Americas, Tears for those names, languages, customs and cultures, Lost like the leaves that fall into the streams and rivers, Their backs dripping with red tear drops of their own, Tears of sweat dripping into the soil they bled to cultivate, So others could prosper from the suffering of others. mist, the fibrous #willtowin #winnerwinner #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #memoir #memoirs #poetrybook #poetrybooks #empowered #empoweredempath #icandoit #icandothis #resilient #poemsdaily #poemsofig #poemoftheday #poemofinstagram, "TIRED" - This is a reading of a poem from my new memoir "Will To Win." Included are full poems, video performances, poets who are making a name for themselves, and much more. Go home spic, pick pick, pick which child will go with you and which will stay, Go home spic, pick pick, pick who your babies will stay with. All alone in the black abyss, tell me how it's led to this. #writtenbywill #willtowin #depressionquoutes #depressionposts #depressionpoems #relationshipstruggles #relationshipsbelike #toxicrelationships #toxicrelationship #imtired #tiredoftrying #tiredofthebullshit #tiredaf, WILL REYES - I've struggled to understand myself my whole life. Featured Shared Story All alone in the black abyss, tell me how it's led to this. It hasn't been easy. And add to the old and create a new fraction? The things of this world What kind of revenge is a echo of a whisper?, You see the pinche gringos thought it was over when, They did not realize that in Mexico there existed Mexicans, And when the border was moved we never respected it, They did not estimate 8 million undocumented Mexicans and another 28, million legal living in the empire of the united states, They did not expect a flow of people back and forth across their precious border, (say it with me) Wherever I go there we are, Cooking in the back of a Kitchen in New Orleans there we are. Tears sting my eyes. Masked Little Soldiers I focused so much on everyone else that I started leaving myself behind. If youre one of them or suspect someone you love may be, seek help from someone you trust. I make jokes and conversations to try and be supportive, even while addled by adversity and gut-wrenching pains. The ants are in great pain But what if they are a true reflection of what's in my heart? Do you ever feel like your own worst enemy? The rain drums down like red ants, A melody only meant for my ears, just those three words are my song. I'm an author and mental health advocate.This poem is featured in my new memoir "Will To Win," available now as a paperback and e-book, via the link in my bio. It's featured in the "WIN" chapter of my new memoir "WILL TO WIN," a 344-page mix of my life story and raw poetry. I had lived a life of avoidance and timidity, my fears of abandonment and co-dependency forcing me to fold and contort to a life of constant people-pleasing. . (I hear New York, too.) Learn how to write a poem about Broken and share it! My dad died, affiliations crumbled and several of my worst fears came true. But I will not be the Devil's slave. I want to fly away with you now and feel new things, But I get frustrated I can't yet, so I let off steam, I know I can fly all the way yet, so I stall, I can't stand my condition, so I try not to let anyone notice, I hide it inside like there's nothing wrong, But sometimes the list can get really long, Sometimes I will need you to dry my tears, View

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