hopes
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For every time I built that shining castle made of glass
The winds of fate would blow again
And shatter it to ash
The gleaming shards that shine so bright
Reflect my hopes and dreams
What is it about the night that makes people so scraed?
Is it because of the fact that they know that if something bad were to happen, they would not be sparred?
If I could-
I would
change the world
and make it kinder,
more just
- a world of peace...
but I am not God,
possess no miracles-
still,
I'd aim high...
If only I could,
You hide behind hills,
Curves of rock snaking up,
Strangling
The lakes and rivers--
Your tears.
And the blades of grass, a fine-woven net
To catch,
To cut,
To keep
along with dusty and rusty road
i'm travelling through my path
those wicked ways i've encountered
are those obstacles, which I need to pass
so,
If poems could weep
sweet dripping words that speak
the heart's pounding defiant secrets
once forced hushed to a peep,
then let my pen stir rivers and streams,
It’s my first time.
The words. Hanging off my tongue.
He’s the first. He’s special.
We’ve been together for so long time.
I’m nervous. Terrified. Ecstatic.
Once upon a time the was a boy in a mahogany canoe.
The boy and his mahogany canoe drifted down a stream
that contained memories of an individual in the water's
reflections. From what the boy could percieve he saw a young
Do you remember?
How we used to play pretend?
And giggle and laugh
Until the day's end?
Do you remember?
The many adventures we took
Together as partners,
With every step, the earth shook
I anticipate one day,
Someone might understand.
That wishes I made,
Would be your's to take.
The more I think,
the more I care.
The night before last, when I laid down in bed
A familiar dream wandered into my head.
I was an apartment, that I knew was my own.
Failure is a creature of the darkness,
But I can see it clear as day.
A monstrous entity of terror,
Feeding off the smallest of insecurities.
Its grasp is ever tightening,
I wish that I can make them happy.
I wish I can make it true.
But I wish that I didn't have to procrastinate, but hey what can I do?
I wish I wasn't so privileged.
I wish they understood.
Three hundred and sixty five days are enough to make you a different person.
Enough to make you grow, enough to knock you down, enough to make you live. These days are filled with hope, despair, luck,
Lessons.
Sunlight blinds me waking me from the great dream
I've never gotten a chance to finish.
6 AM always comes so early
the smell of coffee not even a thought in my house yet
Between these walls lie hope
Countless nights spent studying for English exams
Hoping to gather enough knowledge to pass
Flipping through barely legible notes
Dozens of pages of them
They make no sense
life and all its colorful catastrophes
i walk head down searching for a penny for my entity
i walk head up searching salvation for my soul
a sudden crash
loud and clashing
people running
An idea, a memory, a thought.
Things wort more than air.
Love.
A whisper, a smile, a tender look.
Things more valuable than the oxygen in or lungs.
My mind is such a mess.
I wish I could explain.
Am I happy or am I upset?
It's hard to tell with such pain.
Should I even care?
Because at times things aren't fair.
I could feel the change.
The bass kicking in,
The beautiful sound of the melody,
I could feel the singers emotions,
I could feel the pain synthesise in motion.
I feel the tears going down her soft skin,
The thought of you makes me smile,
Listening to a song or seeing a couple holding hands and wondering why you can’t be with me.
I want your touch in the most innocent way;
I am tired, I am hungry, and I am weak
I have looked high and low, but nothing have i seeked
Every day many drop one by one
All continue to drop for more months to come
Why must we starve huh? Why must we suffer?
Dancing in a ring of fire
Hoping that your dreams aspire
But the drive down the road
Is one you'll make all alone
All of your wishes and hopes
One day you'll climb all the ropes
As I look for my new spiral notebook in the morning
I see this old spiral notebook
the yellow spiral notebook
before that yellow spiral notebook,
there were many spiral notebooks
I remember growing up
Constantly singing and dancing
In my head I was Alicia keys
My whole family told me id be a star that I could do anything I put my mind to
That I could be great
I am filled with lost hopes and dreams
and confusing words, lines, pages
what does this mean?
I'm still in the process of adding words
still trying to figure out this thing called "Life"
She called upon me to aid her,
to stop the crying. Her crying
is a marathon runner who can never reach the finish line.
I’m no savior, but I’m the only one
left to care.
My skin burns where your hands once were like acid on light flesh.
I've taken four showers today to try to wash away the pain but your handprint stays on my porcelain skin.
Prisoner of Words Unsaid
For so long
For so long I've been a prisoner
A life sentenced prisoner for a crime they committed for me
Like Alicia Keys "I'm a prisoner of words unsaid
We are not bound by blood yet nothing can separate us
I do not know you since birth yet our energies tell a different story
Don't imprison me with your determined boundaries of fear and unhappiness
My love is real, unwavering
Don't hold me so close, so tight I can't breathe
My breathe is for you, unheedingly
Dreams are just that, they usually stay dreams,
Reality is just that, it is real,
Yet, why can't you make your dreams part of your reality?
Why am I so passionate about this you may ask...
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Never Forgetting
Sheets of steel, behold with fear
Stand alone
Against all odds, so appear
In the shadows
Wishes passed onto you
When life turns round
It sets a wall
So very, very tall
Separating two sides
Words of the mouth are difficult for me
I don't take my time
I don't think before I speak
But words of the fingertips
Those are to keep
I want to go, simple as that.
From forested lands to earthen flats.
to sail over seas and soar in skies,
I want to know what swims and flies,
I want to know what crawls as well,
Imagine a world
Where you serve daily
Give daily
Put everyone else before you, daily
Imagine a world.
Imagine a world
WIth daily smiles
Daily laughters
I am the dreamer of a million things
the one who believes in all those nostalgic childhood dreams
as time grows, so does the concept of doubt constantly looming,
This may be belated, but education has stated
that we need it for jobs. Where we rob
the poor for the poorer. Your money's never yours,
it's his and hers and theirs and mine.
You say that's just fine,
I am a dream
A picture formed on the mind
I am a vision
Is what I think of all the time
But what does it all mean?
Her dreams are coming true,
So long she has waited,
She never imagined the things she had so longed for would be given unto her,
She has always been a dreamer,
She thought these dreams were just like the others;
Don't give up.
When roads are long,
and paved with fears.
When seconds turn to hours,
and hours to years.
When your dreams seem
far and out of sight.
And you paint on a smile,
A sea away,
Endlessly long days,
No sleep at night,
A few fights,
Plenty of giggles
New food that jiggles,
Chance of a lifetime,
Cost way more than a dime,
Want to go back,
I feel like I've been sitting here
Waiting for my time to come
But no seconds are passing me by
I'm tired of looking out this window
But the leaves reveal with every fall
In our hearts are hopes and dreamsonly to be replaced by lies and screams.They ponder away so silent and cold,wishing they could be thought of and retold.
Day One.
We all smiled at each other, prospective friends,
Day Twelve,
We hate each other, more than we can bear.
The darkness we've found in these halls has begun to transcend,
Dust me off and take me for a spin
I begin to feel you here again
Maybe I will cross your mind when autumn comes
Or just become a face of places you are from
Like a frozen tableau on a stage long ago
The stars are shining bright
In the middle of the sky
Producing a faint light
As I look up and sigh
Their beauty is unmatched
So bright and real
I've grown quite attached
To their perfect appeal
exhale—
watch the tendrils
of smoke dance
before being whisked away.
sitting on the porch railing
his book open beside me
as he searches for
the meaning of life.
he could give
What does writing mean to me?
It's a way to make my words flow, like wind through trees.
A way to show on paper, the picture in my mind.
Despite the fact that I can't draw and my painting skills are way behind,
She runs though the greenest gardens chasing the lover she only knew
But while she runs time fails her
More often than not she finds herself
Sitting under a familiar hollow tree gathering her thoughts
The future is so uncertain
Although there are days that it’s all I think about.
Where will I be?
What will I be doing?
& more importantly who will be there?
It’s crazy…
I crave to see the world.
I have a lust rooted deep within myself for adventure,
A hunger to pack my bags, pack my life, a camera, and someone I love.
The desire to travel has always clung to me.
A story never told is just Blank pages with possibilities
Causing the mind to begin racing, Ripping and Raving
Searching for an answer, amongst so many confusions
Today or Tomorrow, Tomorrow or Today?
person of trust
trust no more
laugh at my pain then
hide my pain now
command respect
and give little respect in return
demand me to work
but work I do not
pretend serious one minute
May your journey take you far from this darkness
May your will to prevail heal the sting
May you continue on this lonely and unbeaten path
May this closure bring peace to you and the world
Dear God,
Somethings I just don’t understand; like things must be extremely complex or my mind too inferior to comprehend, the things that plague the human mind, body, and soul.
“I had a dream”
A very famous quote.
A dream of unity.
A dream of hope.
Everyone has dreams.
Some good, some bad.
But one thing I must tell you
Is of one that I’ve had.
the earth cries,
each soul of are's
get hurt for what others
setup,
tears for faith
take us to heaven
and make mistakes to
the eyes that is unforgiving
unseen story's
the forward comes
