Don't give up
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Shine like a diamond when the world calls you coal
Ignite like a flame, even in winters so cold
Fly like a dove when storms are approaching.
Stand tall like a tree, when no one is watching
Life is an adventure. An adventure that will continue on whether you take the reins or not. You will experience ups and downs.On this adventure you will get moments where laughter turns to painful sides aches and tender cheeks.
When all things go down
and from your head is taken the crown
what you need to do is first calm down
things are about to turn around.
Greatness is not how much you gain
or how often you always aim.
THEY SAY YOU ARE THIS, THEY SAY YOU ARE THAT
THEY SAID YOU ARE A BRAT, AND THEY CALL YOU FAT
THEY CALL ME STUPID, BECAUSE I'M BLIND
THEY SAID TO GIVE YOU UP, BUT NO, YOU WERE SO HARD TO FIND
There's dark and grey
every night and day,
if not living here,
then waiting near,
to pounce, to maul
slow me to a crawl.
I want to want to want to,
but it's haunting, haunting, haunting.
as you start age daily,
you learn the
dissimilarities
between right and wrong:
what is accepted by this
temporary home
and what is not.
Slowly it flows through my veins
Slowly it propels my desire
As the passion that laid dormant
Once again ignites
You won't go anywhere, they said
There Is A Fight
An Intense Battle
Going On In My Mind
There Is Saddness And Hate
They Fuel My Depression
There Is Love And Care
They Fight To Keep Me Sane
But The Problem Is
I am an Artist
You might write me down as a nobody,
You might say I don't have a chance,
But I am an Artist,
I create,
I live,
I love,
I hurt,
I learn,
And I won't stop,
I could, but do not, break
I could bend under the pressure
I could give up and sit down, exhausted
I will live
Through the struggles.
I will live.
Leave my bubble.
Because to live in hard times is better than not to live at all.
I will live
Through the pain.
I will live.
For several years I was stuck in a rut
It was time for a change, so I trusted my gut
I was doing the same thing for many years
It was time to step out, time to face my fears
It's cold
But the sun is out
She's surrounded by a shadow
It keeps her quiet and alone
While i sit here reminiscing on the fond memories that Robin Williams gave me, the one that struck me the most is Jumanji.
Each and every day is like another
Over again, her life is on replay
So much like a broken record player
It can always break her heart to pieces
And bring seas raining from her eyes
Bleeding wrists
drip
drop
Broken neck, rugged rope
creak
croak
A shot in the night
Bang
thud
Blood all around
To the one with unbearable anxieties and sorrows,
Holding you back from living and breathing towards tomorrow
Believing that the light of hope on your Savior's shoulders
Will fail to reach you in time
Take a breath.
Now think.
How does it feel?
The air gently coming through your nose and lips,
Softly brushing the skin.
How does it feel?
The knowledge that you are alive.
In life, I have often found, that the answerCannot exist, in some version of "happily ever after."So, the far off stars, I have long stopped wishing upon.
Don't ever give up.
Where would we be if Abraham Lincoln didn't end slavery, fixing humanity as if it's a broken cup?
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,
It's sad to see, through a student's bruised eyes
How mock and torture,
Succumb their lives.
Brimming with ridicule, socially inept.
Feeling like an outcast,
Like a total reject.
Those words go deep
as you toy with my heart and emotions
My very essence
being ripped out and examined by vermin like you
Looking for any weakness
like being too nice to speak out against the torment
I need it to breathe. These poems, they aren't just words or even songs to me.
They help me find out who I really am, they make me see, they make me see the good the ba and the ugly in me.
Small but poisonous,
Black but rimmed with green
Envy and red
Rage,
Darts are thrown with
Deadly accuracy
They pinpoint their target,
Puncturing the peachy flesh and
Exploding upon impact.
The wrath of wind, it comes and goes,
The fear of men, no longer blows,
The hunger of fire, it does devour,
But all who give in, it will sour,
The strength of water, cannot be matched,
I stand utterly bruised,
not defeated, just bruised.
I've come into battle with the conflict of words,
the conflict of unjust actions, and recently
in war with you.
I've taken your arrows, your bombs, and
Sometimes people try to determine your life
Sometimes they tell you what mistakes not to make and you can’t learn
Sometimes they push you down with their words so you can’t get up
