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
Devil: Good Evening Me: Midday Are you- Don't start. You're the same.
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.
Stars appear and bring-
I worry that the heartbeats will no longer be beats but soft thumps
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
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