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iHard choices are carved daily Nothing feels their chill or heat as their creators, creativity, and consequences. Years and years, by their charm
One silent night A silent one You and I like the morning lay We found few dreams We manifest oceans
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I dreamt I had a daughter.So pale and fragile she cameInto this world fighting.And with her tiny fist wrapped aroundMy pinkie finger,I could tell she would fight to stay in it.
Once the Poet is done psychically with his or her craft With the vernacular of his or her masterpieces It’s the role of the readers to add mentally missing pieces
Waking from a dream that carried me away Away from the past sorrows of day to day Free of the shackles of a hard working life Three times I’ve forgiven, wrongs causing strife
Happiness to me is like a warm chest filled with honey, nutmeg, and love. It dances barefoot through fields of grass without a care in the world, and a smile so bright.
Dreamworld’ssustained dramaselectively alluringleaving uschoking onbroken bits ofdreams andmemories ….Time to awakenfrom sleep!Strip away oxgoadsthat constrain us,
Farbe ist unwesentblich Für Mich Es ist die natürliche Schönheit Was ist absolut Schillernd und wichtig Für Mich
A boy raped me Told me it was my fault Whose alter do I run to when he ran through me like a crosswalk My defense Senseless Derivative of my fences Barbedwire to make the top higher
Walking with my heart on my sleeve Wondering is there anyone for me These voices screaming in my head “you’re ugly, you don’t deserve any love or affection” Voices made me believe it is true
We are walking hand in hand On a deserted beach On an endless night with miles and miles of warm sand The moon is full shining through the dark clouds showing the pure beauty it is
Everytime i i die, and dream unremembering thoughts;
i dream upon the daffodilsin a dream swept rain,dreaming all the things i canand forgetting all the pain.
The girl in the mirror. She brings back so much memories and errors. Her reflection look so bright but yet her face looked uptight.
In losing, but still finding In finding, feeling lostness In dreams achieved, you’ll notice The unavoidable abyss The chasm of the chase: ever yearning, never sate
Remember the days when we felt free Back in the days when we were happy as can be Not a worry in the world where all our dreams came true When we believed at the end of the rainbow was a pot of gold
Based on a true story .
Nights are where my mind uses my saved stress to play out a story of rumination. It does this for me when I find the peace that can’t obtain the goods that I assumed were lies.
The Wind Rises by Emma McNulty The wind will rise n' put your dream in flight Until you're dragged down slowly by real life. Your mind floods with promise n' colors bright
For your brokenness that clings to me In my openness so ceaselessly Relaying all the meanings, forever afraid
Time A wish on the horizon never turns away in resignation, dreams mock time and remember everything (they won’t forget the truth)
WISDOM You'd experience Obstruction in fulfilling your Dreams but yet you'd overcome them.
I found a box in the attic, It was covered in dust. It's label said "Dreams, I'd been forced to give up." I collapsed to the floor. As old wounds did appear. As a page of a book.
A cardboard cut out A want-to-be, Of a down-to-earth Personality. Just a bit more in touch, With reality. Can't handle day-to-day. And there's no such thing as peace. So numb as ever,
I was alone in the silence, As planets spun around me. I'm alseep. I was alone in the violence, As bullets fly around me. I'm asleep. I was alone in the quiet. Thoughts feel heavy.
I don't know and care not whom you might have betrothed... WHY CAN'T Ifeoluwa⚔️Oluwafemi BE TOGETHER TO MAKE HISTORY? Hmm um! Dedicated to Ifeoluwa Ote$
Damn. Not everyone is meant to see your glory. Some came to just learn your story. Some come and goes in hurry. this world seem like adventure. So
Absolutely a lover man, ain't a player, somethang must kill a man, from the heart of c9fm reaching out boom brother LilTunechi balling better man.
Love was so good when it began, But our love ended too quickly. It’s been less than a year since we met. We made each other so happy. .
There is a sickness within Us, that gained control of Us. Took the lives of the best of Us, introducing Us to the worse in Us, destroying the trust we had between Us.
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
One of the most important things that I have been told is to believe in your journey even when no one else can, And it took me a long time to realize that no one else has to believe in you if you are your own biggest fan.
If I could kiss the girl I want, My dreams would come true . I want her to hold me tightly And take away all my blues . If I could have the girl I love, Life would not be an illusory hope .
In my dreams, you hug me tightly. You’ve never held me this way in reality. When I wake up, you’re not here. You’re the girl that haunts my nights. Although I’ve never literally touched you,
Someday I’ll put my arms around you again. I’ll come back to you as soon as I get the chance. My captivity doesn’t mean the end of our love. Regrettably I can’t be there for you at this time,
Sometimes at night as the sun is setting, Falling below the hills like an old balloon, I see them. Mountains in the sky Ominous mounds of magic or cloud
time marches onreality's fire consumes—dreams go up in smoke .
Is it stupid to believe that you are capable of anything that you set your mind to? Do some people feel like that no matter how hard you work they may never come true?
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?
Awake in a place I don’t want to be Surrounded by friends and family Endangered by negativity I try to protect my allies I’m too late Couldn’t stop Such a horrible fate Angry with myself
At times, it can be preferable, profitable ( if only for a pschological flowering) to leave behind the rational and abandon the secure, the known. Stepping into
And what is this- the stuff of dreams? Is it a gateway to the subconscious as we've been told or merely a jumbling of thoughts and images- some indecipherable, nocturnal unraveling
In the middle of the night When the sky shines so bright I look up at the stars Even though it is far Not a single sound
Fear twists itself around me: legs wrapped over my waist and its arms restraining mine We stumble to the precipice teetering towards the empty expanse of the Dreamscape
The nightmare that haunts me Whether it’s morning or night Isn’t just a nightmare. It’s a reminder of my life. Telling me I can never escape.
I sat here so long Believing I have to love the broken So they could live on For I saw in them (ME) I gave them what I believe Is the remedy to our pain I love so deep & the most wounded
I commend you for all of your achievements and life accomplishments I can see you’ve been through so much even though you don’t show it on the surface You are everything you need to be to become the person you want to embody You put your mind t
I commend you for all of your achievements and life accomplishments I can see you’ve been through so much even though you don’t show it on the surface You are everything you need to be to become the person you want to embody You put your mind t
Here’s to the mavericks! What a bunch of assholes. To imagine a better world, They have the gall to challenge the status quo, By spinning thin air into gold!
Inside where the fire rages, a blasting inferno of a furnace, I hold desperately onto clumps of coal and gasoline— trying to gather all the fuel I can that will blaze way to my future.
A bubbling, welling surge of words A trickling creek of sounds A soft drip of movement A new hope, The first floating note of an unknown song
A fancy sign and open door, Is the entry where I found you. Leaving me wanting more, Eyes fixed to you like glue. See, I dabble in the arts myself, Though I haven’t had the time.
My path laid hidden before me, too tangled by thorned vines to spark within me a desire to discover what waited beyond the masked trail. Instead, I paced outside the entrance of my beckoning path
Dreams and aspirations Constant meditation My future is my inspiration I say this with no hesitation
They walk through dreams, Skating on brush strokes of resplendent colors, Gliding through prismatic clouds. Leaves are nothing more than venations.
I moved to New York with a head full of dreams Left behind what I knew and was scared to face my fears I told myself "isn't this what you wanted? Why are you afraid?" I finally understood the changes that had to be made.
I want summer by a blue lake and a small, dusty bookstore to work at. I want an apartment with a corner devoted to all my books, and I want new friends I won’t understand how I lived without.
Thousands of doors no Key to be seen one fights a war against the wall inbetween. One watches others achieve each with a different Key yet to recieve ones dreams is what one wants to see.
It was after the worst friendship breakup of my life When I found you along the shelves in the old high school building. You sat there, collected dust, and sighed in waiting.
The fig leaves are drenched in golden light Waving at the sky to bid good night To the stars above. Enigmatic visions fill minds
Cold have been my dreams of late, Petty reflection upon my cruel fate, Sleepless, brutal, unyielding rest it became, Wicked Sand Man, my dreams he cannot tame,
I remember one night As we walked hand in hand A rose secretly clutched in your sweaty palm The wind frolicking through your locks And mine swiftly gone upon the winds of love
I find it in a state of half-waking. A slumber in a college dorm with the fairy lights left on, Twinkling like stars in my dreams.
Does the President hate us? Saying we only come to America to cause a fussI see on the news the hate crimes towards people like me Risking it all to come to this country just to fleeMy heart breaks as I think about those kids in the cagesWho have
why is it so hard for me to find happiness? maybe because that i don’t know whats happiness for me.
Sitting in a sheltered home
I’m praying like there’s something out there but I’m just looking at an empty bedroom ceiling.
Why you throwing rocks? You wanna kill my dreams? OK Tell me everything I'm not You think I didn't know those things? I'm my own worst critic This is a poem not spittin
I have a dream. A dream where I can fly. The world is my oyster, so I soar second star to the right. I have a dream Of a once upon a time, With a happily ever after
Dreams The ones Waking you upWith a feeling You don’t like Bad or worse Wishing Well it’s just a dreamHow do you knowThe vultures in the skyLaughing You don’t know
When I think of you, I think of me. I wish that you could finally see The way things can now, for us, be.
Running out of time, counting down the days, the only dream I have, is to skip the future haze. For my dreams are not happy,
Shrouded forever in the abyssal deep Are lost and fallen visions from long before. Once they were worlds found only in sleep; Taking one to the edge of life’s shore.
My heart pains My tears run My tummy aches And all because I can’t love myself the way you once loved me
Adornamos la sala con embras; vino, rojo, negroEs un carnival de color snip, snip, snippasa me otra Cuidado!agara la tijera firmejala los hilos sueltosmira, asi
We aren't always gloomy.
Summer is reflection. Learning about yourself
Hello world, Im a kid who hopes to change it one day. Hello world, remember me you killed half of my family. Yet, I still want to fight and change everything some day. Hello world,
Waking up in the mornin', picking my writing utensil. Pulling out my composition book, my brain trying to settle. Thinking to myself about becomin' a star. I can imagine myself just tryna live large.
time marches forward reality's fire consumes- dreams go up in smoke © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved ***Poetry notes:4/26/2018 Poetry form: Senryu
i never went towards anything that didnt interest me -other wise it would be obvious, i was being dragged along by some inferior notion of success, whether inwardly or outwardly manifested.
I betrayed myself During my younger days, And opened myself up to shame, I betrayed myself During my younger days, Over and over again, And there are times That knowing what I did
When I was young, I was so carefree, At least that’s how It seems to me, Ain’t it sad How things turn out to be? Full of hope, Full of passionate dreams, A thrilling new world
In my dreams, I run my long, thin fingers through your caramel colored hair. The prettiest shade there is. And, I laugh because my words come out perfectly. They come out so perfect that my tongue rolls and words slip.
In my dream we were dared to kiss. I never thought we would till you did. So surprised was I at this That the feelings I once hid I could now not dismiss. That kiss felt so surreal…
Powerful yet comforting, Constant but intriguing, The sea extends a hand to me. Lifting me up, setting me down As the waves around me frown, But the sea, it tends to me.
I can’t stand these dreams anymore. First, they started as simple nightmares. Now they control my days and my nights. I’m exhausted all while awake, but then dread falling asleep knowing ill be restless and tortured again.
We are trapped in a small town No resources or means A family struggling to get by Holding on at the seams You want us to stay here We are trying to leave You think we will miss it
Growing up was less about growing out of my shoes and more about growing into my sense of self-worth. As I matured, I realized a number of things that I had overlooked earlier in my childhood.
You take my breath away, my dear No one else has managed such a feat I am not easily impressed, yet my jaw is in your ocean
I’m no dancer I want to be but... It’s nice to think about but... It’s impossible for me to be a dancer I wish I could create things like my idols can
Picture That I picture doubters with their jaws dropped because my words they went and copped I picture family not having to want Those that didn’t swallow their pride won’t have to front
I Just Wanna Write Man, everything would be alright if I could just write I write in a way that warms your soul and touch your heart I’m captivating from the start
Clear sapphire sky A feathery cloud floats past The wise dreamer sees
I will always love you in the way that the insomniac dreams of sleep.
When I was younger I would always complain how I wanted to be an adult In result I realized that was the last thing I wanted to do
My palms start sweating, my hands get shaky and the itch in my throat starts to rise and I freeze. The mere exposure of the glass slipper women sets a stamp on time. Leaving you still to admire the raw, beauty of an untouchable woman.
we lost ourselves in our dreams as it breathes
There's something different about todayMaybe I'm the only onewho'll notice itbut it's better than nothing
focusing in a deep way dreaming about last summer thinking about feeling a spark a distance some energy a certain way looking at myself
I am young and I have dreams, And they are bold In my mind they are vivid, With full color
There are dreams within dream within dreams, so it seems. I learned this last night in bed. Layers of dreams upon layers of dreams, all fitting inside my head. Once, I thought I woke up, but I was back in anther one. Dreams within dreams: it's b
I dream of the puddles from April rains of the pink candy floss sugar fluff at the fair of holding hands while crossing the streets of the warm hugs and pats on the head of the innocence, oh the innocence
Do you ever wish you could go back to sleep? A place where you've already achieved All your hopes and dreams? Do you ever wish you could be asleep Instead of being awake, And wanting to scream?
Hopes change and shift but never leave me. Childhood full of happy after not so great. Growing up is different wanting more than a mansion or a pile of money by the door
Dreams Dreams are not just dreams Well….. At least not for me atleast. All i see is darkness, And all i hear is the whispering of the damned.
Let's get married. We'll live forever. Everything will be perfect, and they'll never find the bodies, Skeletons in our closet; in our crawlspace. The music is up until 2:00 AM, but what are they going to do?
Failing my parents Coming to this country with 100 dollars in his pocket With hopes and dreams that reached as high as the moon Aspirations set, only to be achieved by flying a rocket
I “I hear that when God closes a door he must open a window.” Sister Louise did not respond to my joke. She was unmoved from her post at the window, as if waiting for God to emerge from the rain
Why must I imagine the most amazing things that are so far out of reach Can't I grasp these? If I truely believed? They say you can always reach them But for these I cannot
I’ve always had grandiose ideas of what my life should be. How I would create the perfect love story. Embody the image of beauty and sensuality. Provoke thoughts and ideas that would start movements.
Jack of all trades, yet master of none Is it better to have multiple people? more places to go but nowhere to reside As I wake up,I sift through myself
You were my longest love. My truest, maybe. I think you really cared for me. I know I did for you. We finished each others puzzles the pieces that were missing. You needed to be needed.
Days of youth containing cheerful screaming, Hours of running and spreading laughter Are jointly held through the room of dreaming The place that we take care and look after
Last night I had a dream That you were here with me That body was dripping with sweat Sweet smell of ectasy Night prior baby We made music Might as well been an album
In my dreams Is the only place I can be with you Without remorse Or pain In my dreams I am full of life And love And hope Happy And home with you
The jump they talk about is not literal. They tell you that you have to jump. To take that leap of faith. I took that leap once. I put my heart on the line And I let people see my pride and joy,
There is a man of in(decision) Or not that it is that He is a man with (one) vision He has but one goal He is always decent on the (test)
Through that happy dream Open this wide gray doorYell then step and screamWhat is this place all for?
Let us dance in revelry, Chalices to our lips. Immemorial, the fountain, From which springs forth the nectar of ages. The clock frozen,
My secret sister, softly whisper now to sweep away old memory and cry a bouncing chubby babe on momma's lap stay far away from florid dreams of lies
I wrote a poem about you I called it 'I wrote a poem about you My heart spoke to my mind My pen wrote words that were hard to find Nevertheless I wrote you a poem To tell you that I don't know who you are
There is a prison Shaped like me It lies empty in my bed Empty prison Full of dreams Wistful dreams of a mere coinflip There is a prison Shaped like me It holds me tight
Hey, you. Yeah, you! Why are you here? It's past your bedtime. Get some sleep! (Sweet dreams, I love you!)
I’ve built my city beautiful and tallLights beaming, neon glowingAfter years, my city was finally builtIts atmosphere clearUntil the blue sun rose& changed it allThe blue sun beamed for months& moved all of the skies cloudsInto the tall bu
The letters across my back shout the truth so urgently so vividly that no one can deny. The world so clearly seen from behind. But in the front, a hollering silence fills the void, even those of gifted ears
My dreams are so big It’s hurt small minded people They can’t wrap their minds are my big dreams So instead
Pressed with 1000s of thoughts Thought tilting me down What about tomorrow Those voices kept singing The present alarming the future The colourful butterfly kept fly When would I grab one?
The yellow man under the drawbridge saw that I was lost so He asked me for my phone number today For the third day in a row But I said no because it wasn’t the fifth.
A comfort zone prevents transition No alteration being made to an ambition Locked up in a desolated cell While months turn into years
I am stuck living in a world where they try to ground us when we say we dream of flying away.
What is life’s true theme? A place where we all dream? Twas maybe a vision, a future, a goal But life is a cruel thing that stole
Nervous pangs and tattering thoughts The impending terror of my dreams lay before me. Psychology tells physiology to shut its mouth but biology gives in: Close my eyes and count to three
Hitler, I'd like to meet and to him I will greet Why do you hate the Jewish fleet Their bare feet march down the narrow street As Rabbis wonder if their maker is who they are going to meet
Love Yourself, Speak Yourself These are the messages carried through their speeches In large rooms full of their critics Under the hawk eyes of netizens Waiting, watching Bated breath
Tiny little dandelion Time for it to grow A million dreams launch into the air With just a single blow A gentle breeze starts to stir In the leaves of the family nearby
Goal, wait for me there... Gonna strive so hard for you. Promise! I'll reach you.
One dayA girl was flying, with wings made of dreams. She crafted these wings one day.
Keep your visions awake They can sneak away as you sleep Your dreams control them But barely hold the hill You will run from their onslaught And let them run too
It is dark in the middle of the night The street lamps are dim The houses on my street are long silent And I am still waking My curtains are tightly drawn. I sit, illuminated with false light
We sit on my balcony sharing a cigarette "you'll never like them"when the moon catches his face as he tilts it up in an exhale.A pale glow illuminates his pale skin.He almost looks as tired as he’s tried to convince me he isn’t. In and ou
I fell asleep and dreamed a dream With vivid, bright, familiar scenes And someone new, I knew before But I'm unsure just what this means - I burst awake, with pounding pulse
Your eyebrows pinch together when you're angry. I always ask: "Are you angry?" And you say no. You always say no. Maybe, instead, you're frustrated because you always dream too big.
The princess up high in her tower, the monsters are sure to make her cower. Sitting in her room brushing her hair, tearing at her face her skin no longer fair.
even my confusion is abstract. I never took art class, so I don't know how to interpret myself. like I'm a Dead Sea Scroll- I feel ages old. coffee-stained. other people try to crack my code, but what
squinting, smiling under the bold sunshine running over the prickly pine needles digging my feet into the fragrant earth under a canopy of straight, tall trees who are guarding their wild secrets
“Don’t fear the dark” is what I was told I sit in bed covers to chin covered fully I look left and right playing Look-See I am sweating and shaky, I don’t know why My room is dark as I lay with the shadows
Hey, what do I have to say I only had a dime and a nickel to my name I crave the high life, as far as the eyes can see And when I make it, aint nobody will mess with me Hey, I'm gonna do big things
My, how I wish to dream. Not the flighty, incomprehensible fairies of sleep. Not the droughts which form gaps in your memory.
"Her name written in the moon between the stars, crossed out, covered up with several black ink marks. The tiny spark, the invisible pen, marks all you see but cannot read. That little hope, it still burns faint, the fire burns, always.
Since I was young I wanted to put on a show, I didn't know what but I wanted it to flow. The type of hero that could take down any foe, Something this dark world could see shine and grow.
Since I was young I wanted to put on a show, I didn't know what but I wanted it to flow. The type of hero that could take down any foe, Something this dark world could see shine and grow.
Dream Sand Yell, fail, break out of that worry filled jailSoar, write galore, soar some morePencil, no!
Poetry is not a fact It is a feeling Poetry is not closed It is open For poetry is a song from the heart Grasping, stretching, striving to cross the blurred line of reality and fantasy
When I was 4 years old, I had a dream that I was caught up in a net hanging from the mast of the Jolly Roger.
i know wandering and weeping poetswith hardened eyes but gentle souls,and i know happy poets who tookthe world and gave it a heart, somebroken poets who healed up well,some who don't want me to write
I don’t believe in love, So please don’t love me. It’s more of a dream we wish to grasp But like all else, we don’t possess anything.
Dream Eater Jill ate the dreams from screens. Dream Eater Jill ate the dreams from books. She nibbled the dreams from you and me,
I don't know where we are going but I hope its forever. I don't know what we see but its blinding. It's insanity. It's pain, but its so desireable. I look into your eyes and just forget what hurts the most.
Nothing new seems to pass by me. Only few occurrences surround me. Nothing to make me feel desperate, Nothing to make me feel longing. I close my eyes to feel alive,
Light-Up the way for me, I'm scared of the dark. Illuminate the blackest road, with the brightest spark. Light-Up my mind,
Every spark has a dreamTo become a fire,Success is the result ofIncessant hard work and perspire,What does it matter that-Embers are down the dust,Just a one wind blow,Spark will no more be-
There's excitement and adrenaline when I'm with you, Sleeping next to you with my eyes sweeping past your cheeks, The dull embrace of reality disappears and I'm cloaked with condensation,
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,
When I was little I wanted to work with wordsI wanted my voice to be heard Amidst the noise of all the others in the worldI wanted to construct skyscrapers built of verbs, Towering miles above the earthBut unlike babylon, my goal was never heaven
*vssst vssst vssst* My phone vibrated in the pockets of my blue distressed jeans. Falling from seventy stories high, my life flashed before my eyes.
It is my safe haven. The place in which my soul retreats To relax To recharge To think. It allows me to ponder And wonder
In real-time I take stabs and fall unto my knees look at my wounds And figure if there's something that fix Submission and cloudiness forms But my true intentions are unveiled when sleep and let all unfold
Words They drip from my fingers like sap from a broken tree I think them and they pour, especially in high weather The weather that comes from tumultuous times.
How can anyone love me? I have too many issues... Not who I want to be. My feelings are misused. I choke on my words. You say I’m shy…
Invisible wounds from past Haunt me through the night In a secret cave of pain I still feel the fire Of our last slow dance Swimming in circles In the endless feeling Of my false dreams
this mind soars amongst many dreams and they come in such excess in such a multitude
I can dream of all Summer, winter, fall Flying in the sky Makes me never cry Wanna be the one That changes tears in fun...
But with a sweet forgetting The distance between us… The clouds that are cool for all their setting Pure as rose-lipped shell
sometimes i dream of a faraway place sometimes i dream of outer space sometimes i'm exploring a dangerous trail sometimes i'm a bird with a feathery tail but sometimes my dreams turn dark
And they speak of age – the elder years. It’s always tomorrow. And tomorrow has not settled. Now, Darkness, woe, and failure stench abound.
I feel like the clouds are in the sky I feel like it is a gray day But I look out my window and notice the light, the blue skies, the bristling wind The chill still seeps in through the windows
When you went in last night I dreamt of you And my dream God it was torture In my dream we were beautiful You sat beside me with your tall stature
You were a Queen when my eyes met yours Black and so beautiful And so so strong for sure, Lips so thick just begging for a kiss Skin so sweet looking like a Hershey's kiss, So so gorgeous and sexy in every way
Dear Dreams, The alarm buzzes, blares. Water patters on pavement, Streams slide urgently down paned glass, An early fog shrouds the evergreens and the mottled brown, white neighborhood.
Imagine a world without hurt, Without pain, loss, or suffering, A world where animals talk and people don’t, In this world, My world,
Dear Dreams, I yearn for legs restless and strong and for one night without the moon crooning through my window pane ajar and welcoming
Behind your eyelids in a land far away Where children roamed all night & all day Fire-breathing dragons & unicorns that could fly
i slept to escape reality, but i was left trying to escape my sleep.
Dear J, I know you have your insecurities, but there's this candid photo of you and I that I just adore. You've pointed out everything you felt was flawed about you, but you didn't understand what this photo actually meant to me. I don't care ab
Have I left My beloved one The one that I asked the skies for In exchange for my career dream As her smiles will go missing As her kisses will go missing Will I be able to continue?
I hide my body, And decorated my soul, I don't put doormats or door signs, That says "welcome" anymore, I got rid of all the dodders, And sowed seeds of dreams in my chest,
I dreamt of you last night, you were smiling and holding me tight. I stood on my toes to reach your height, your beautiful face captivated my sight. Something about you seems so right.
The thought that gives you a choice To state your opinions that you voice Dreams are hopes and fantasy lands When your mind sends you to a place that is grand
Dear Dreams, I 'm sorry this had to come across as adrupt I never though there would be so many things in the way I always thought that if you worked hard enough If you just let yourself be driven by passion
I Daddy wraps his arm round Mommy's waist. Mommy holds my hand. She knows her love's not a waste. Brother grips my small fingers with love and face aglow. Sister clings to Daddy's leg threat'ning to ne'er let go.
Little Jerae, always smile girl don’t let no one get you down through your pain and struggles don’t let anyone see your frown you will with all your might jump over your obstacles and cross the finishing line
Dear No One, I have been roaming not living, Seeing but not listening, Sleeping but not dreaming sweet dreams, Honest but not truthful, Cunning but not sly, Shy but not disrespectful,
Lark, My voice could never reach your ears, but I hope this letter might. Listen for a moment, nothing more. Let my moonlit misery reach your heart and fall into you.
Dear Future Jeff, I have so many questions, Don’t know where to start. Are we keeping it together, Or continuing to fall apart? Right now, I’m really excited, Not sure what to say.
We are the unfortunate ones, The ones forged by ash and claimed by fire, The ones whose whispers they hear as they dance through the blood red sky,
Dear Younger Me, with eyes so bright Dreaming of the future all day and all night Your fantasies soaring like eagles across the blue Your imagination skipping like pebbles do If I could offer this for the days ahead
Dear Justin, You do not know it quite yet But your fate has always been quite set; By the flourish of your sword And by the integrity of your word;
W h o w o u l d h a v e t h o u g h t t h i s p a s t
I withstood the pressure
When plans go awry, we feel lost All we can think about is the cost
Dear Future Self, Hopefully by now I've changed a bit. Pursued what I've been wanting to produce.
Dear Unfair World, I reside in a deamland of waving stars and gentle hearts of willing ears and ignited tongues of hands reaching towards the cotton candy sky and grasping onto a cloud
So elegant, the calm glow brushes delicately over my face. Gold, Silver, rich tones of Blue, all shades of a comforting moon. A solace I had never felt before overcomes me.
Dear Savannah, It's okay to be afraid. And it's okay that you don't know what you're doing with your life. Most people don't have it figured out. Life is scary. Not disappointing people is hard,
She's in a new world Lonely girl, where are your parents? A new area, so familiar but never explored Adventure awaits those who seek it She's taking the next step, just as useless as before
Dear Sleep, “Sleep,” They told me once But there’s the endless nightmares of my dreams “But it has already been months.” I told them, “Oh so it seems.” “Sleep,” He spoke to me.
Life Long Letter Dear Dreams, I hope one day you will come true. That this “life’s work” letter means something to you too. From the day I stepped on that stage, you bloomed.
I had a dream last night, and it got me thinking about you, You're crying right next to the windowsill, and you say that I don't know how you feel.
A home that becomes your new dark place You can run from it as much as you want But you will always wake up in the same spot The nightmare is not a dream The nightmare is what you wake up to
I wish I didn't dream so big The ground is a hard place With only blood and melted wax wings To cusion the fall
Honeysuckle blossoms whisper sweet lies while firefly pixies tipsy on nectar eavesdrop. Trnslucent orbs of dew cling to the petals of roses and blades of lush grass hoping to steal the reflection
There you are where I could always admire from afar See your light, Its radiant colors Melting into the ocean waters Here I am
Riding the waves from side to side Chasing a glorious dream of mineWith the plans of heading north as I flicker to the WestI know that life is a test Impaired but still going Broken but willing, I must keep my oars rowing The long passage forge my
Even though the road hasn't always been clear. Even though there where difficult obstacles to overcome. Even though the odds are stacked against me. I will never ever give up on my dreams.
Butterfly, Butterfly If I had your wings My dreams would get bigger the places Id go but knowing my luck I'd be caught in a net So I'll turn off the light and crawl back into bed
There is a special place A place to live out one's full potential Away from the potent pills of soceity From unesssary noriety In turn igniting the passion inside he or she
I passed by a park abundant with children It smelled of sunscreen and youth My skin chilled at the breeze carrying their budding dreams I was once a child I recall feeling optimistic of my dreams,
You are the dream, the one I always wanted, When did you turn into the nightmare, while the days I counted. Those sleepless nights, I destroyed all for you, How to mend it back, I have no clue.
Bitter Sweet Exhaustion I wish I would have known I wish I would have known That beauty is a just shapeshifter that turns into the nightmare shown
Dear Beauty, I wish I would have known I wish I would have known That you are just a shapeshifter that turns into the nightmare shown
i'm an architect of dreams structures built of hope speckle the skyline blueprints of fantasies litter my thoughts the top floor of every skyscraper is designed to reach the atmosphere
Have you ever had a dream? A nightmare, to good and then evil. It's like eating something really sweet over and over again
I want to look into your eyes And see the stars shining bright I want you to whisper in my ear And feel the shivers run down my spine Your caress is what I long for A fire to warm my skin
So son we see sleeping seating sleazy seasoning Please seek some seeds to sort some singing Soldiers solder souls and sultans sojourn skulls Stalls in looms shook shrooms and swords in succession swinging
I dare not hope 'cause I know it can't happen Dreams aspired, Broken, shattered. I want to go back home where we loved each other Sure, money was tight but we did all right
Note: This poem is meant to be read from top to bottom an bottom to top.
I do not have the time of day to play your silly games. There is so much more that I can live for. So, I will just get up and go. Your humor is bone-dry and you try too hard to be the nice guy.
Going through the scales That I remember so well The callouses on my fingertips There since childhood You always remember your first violin The squeaky strings And stretched horse hair
Do you want to know why dreams are better than reality? In dreams, you can be with people who you could never be with in reality. You can hug and hold them with no fear of separation.
Do you want to know why dreams are better than reality? In dreams, you can be with people who you could never be with in reality. You can hug and hold them with no fear of separation.
This place is like poison Killing me from the inside out And leaving what's dead to rot The people force me to put up a facade To whitewash the tomb that I have become
Nobody is nothing; So long as they exist in the mind of another. It matters not what you think of me; For what you think of me is more than what I think of myself. My purpose is only to exist;
I asked my mama, Why must we go? She held my small hand and gave it a meek squeeze. "For however long the nights are still cold, and our empty stomachs continue falling asleep, we won't exist anymore.
You are a beautiful stranger You haunt my dreams Wandering around in them Causing unease Who are you What is your name Where did you come from Handsome stranger
Once i had a dream. I had a dream i was building a house of cards. But i never got past the base. It kept falling and falling.
Sometimes I wonder, if what I write becomes reality? In some distant universe my blunder means catastrophe. But if that is the case, then what happens when I erase?
When I think clouds, I see dreams unending A world worth exploring Goodness simply existing When I think clouds, I know that even when they aren't large enough to see
Dreams don’t come true. No matter what you think, say, or do. You can try your hardest and give it all you got, But you'll never reach 'em So you'll leave 'em to rot. I've always dreamt that I'd become a star.
Hold me and never let go. Tell me you love me. Whisper those three words in my ear even when Im sleeping, "I love you" and Ill say them back to you in my dreams.
It's the look in your eyes when you start laughingThe jokes you tell when I'm unhappyIt's the sound you make when you figure it outThe smile you give when I won't say it out loud
There's a place that I've been doesn't have top nor end and you'll fly like a bird underwater There's a song you should hear hold a shell up to your ear and you'll be
The scholar and his studies dozes off to sleep but not to dream... for the scholar is weak and his mind is weary all at once he subjugated to overwhelming force only to sleep
The Neverland Fan I never want to grow up! What’s the point anyway?When you can fly up in the sky, and play around all day.
Everyone is a poet at heart, They come up with brilliant ideas Only to be shut down by a wired minded society. Your brilliance stands out among all of these plastic molded people Darling, Don't be discouraged YOU, Your ideas, Are what we need i
Once upon a time A group of pigs lived on the same street They were friends and despised the rich They saw their neighbor get it in a cinch He had the cash and hid quite a large stash In a safe
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
We all know how it goes 'Once upon a time' to 'happily ever after' The same words, the same stories, the same messages spread: 'Some day your prince will come' 'Believe in magic' 'Follow your dreams'
Come and see, as the sun sets in all of its glory to touch rays of waning light upon a quiet hill of houses with the peace of doves and a story like the stars,
The cavernous souls of my dreams Trickle out in tiny streams. They seep into my mind, Some of them not so kind. They invade, destroy, shatter,
Last night, I could not sleep,All I could see where the things I was sleeping to forget,I woke up, checked my phone: 6:36 AM. I began to weep, My face is pale, I'm breaking out, my cheeks... so wet.
Sometimes I wish, Out loud or in my head That this was just, A horrid nightmare. A nightmare that is way too long, And way too heart breaking. Sadly this isn’t a dream or nightmare,
Deep within it seems, my dreams, are filled with fiends. Little Demons inside, that hide, and have tried and tried... To suffocate, and obliterate my valued state.
Once upon a time, a rose-colored girl fell in love with her dreams. Her mind never sat idly by It roamed to vast valleys,
Once upon a time Cinderella doesn’t get a job and leave home Snow White’s dwarves are her lysosomes Rapunzel keeps reaching for that comb
I am a dreamer, What about you? My brother is a dreamer, Are you a dreamer too? I dream in scarlet and gold, My brother does too,
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
Tumbling down the rabbit hole I saw but one tiny brown mole There were tiny treats and a hidden key But nothing sweet enough to please me
I’m sitting here In a fairly comfortable leather-coated office chair Surrounded by grey walls Grey walls that neither excite nor inspire Grey walls that match the color of brain matter
What have I done wrong, Yet what have I done right? I feel so unwanted, But I know You hold me tight. My life is changing quickly, But it feels like I'm on pause. Problems are arising;
When I was speaking you weren't really listening, you only heard what you wanted to,
To travel, and see the world sounds like a dream a life of excitment and twists and turns floating from place to place with no permanent home. My fairy tale, is to be a dollar.
As they shine so bright, the darkness is never in sight. Whether they are big, whether they are small, no human being has ever seen it all. As they travel through the water, nothing else seems to matter.
The monsters aren’t under the bed (They’re in the walls) Creeping from their quiet crypts Milky white complexion and cavernous cheekbones Is this real?
In my dreams, I always met the same man Who always went by the name of Dan. He never existed before, yet never existed then. He doesn't exist now, and he will never exist again.
I dreamt of you again like many other nights. But this time the dream felt too real. God, how I wished that it was. The faint smell of your scent, so fimilar to my senses.
Expressions laid bare to the world from the soul X-ray of the heart showing emotion not shown on the face Transformations of character defined by goals but, Really trying to tell a story of trials
Today. Today I question myself Who is in my life? Who cares? and Who holds me back? The answer awaits You see, for me to ask that I would need to understand myself What do I want?
America the Great, or is it really so? People crying and dying, realize no means no. Rape culture, please do not touch me down there. Terrorists? They're just people, don't be so scared.
Chained Whipped Bleed Trapped in unwritten rules Glance Peek
And I see him in someone's sideways smirk, someone's endless brown eyes, someone's smile when they laugh.
Wrapped in a sleeve of grace Cuddled in an angel's wings Between it's heart and mine there is no space Between it and me there are no secret things When I die my angel will hold my spirit
I am thankful for the things I find in dreams Another world far away yet Always within me
The skies on my mind My feet aren't on the ground I'm too far ahead and time can't catch up with me I've got it all planed out My dreams are bigger than me My dreams Are keeping me fixed
A bright hazy gleamBoth solemn and giddyTrapped inside a dazzling dreamIs this magnificent city
I love sleep. From daydreams to nightmares, I could live in my dreams forever. No matter how vivid those other worlds appear to be, Nor how terrifying the chases are,
They say “Dream Big!” That any dream is possible if you work for it. So you value yourself and your worth on becoming that dream. And without realizing it, it doesn’t seem like a dream anymore.
सपने देखा करो ओह यारोंसपने साकार भी होते हैं। आज हम जिस मंजिल पर हैंकईओ के ख़्वाब ही होते हैं। बैठे बिठाए नहीं मिलती मंजिलमेहनत करने वाले ही कामयाब होते हैं।
How far would someone have to push you To make your soul leave your body Only for you to live anew. Everything you touch, Everything you taste,
My nose becomes a leaky faucet whenever I eat soup. The bed must be remade each day because I sleep so wildly. My breasts are a treasure trove
Blow absorbing hate They're clueless 'bout the vision Yes-I am one in seven billion Which is a fact you can negate But s'why I don't concede
Oh say can’t you see, The home and land of the free… The free... Each day one more decree, enforced over me.
What do you do When you believed in something for so long And it crashed and burned But days bring it back to you In different form? How can you embrace again What you loved
A woman with delicate Crow’s feet framing Murky blue eyes Leans heavily against Her truck.
A man sits on a lawn chair Beneath a sun-stained umbrella With sunglasses perched Atop a reddened nose.
Stand upSpeak outVoice your opinions aloudForget about your pastAbout every last doubtBecase we all have a dreamA hope,A wishSo go And be somebody
I buy dreams at the corner store A quaint little shop on the corner of East and Maple But my pills are always defective My dreams turn into nightmares So I don't sleep I walk across empty streets
Perhaps Perhaps I will haunt your dreams
Her mind tunes to Rameau as She dissects the Earth,From Her solemn seat in the gardens of Eiffel.Pondering mysteries She has wondered since birth, A usual trait of Athena’s DiscipleShe eyes each lone soul with the keenness of KantAnd wonders their
Three hundred and sixty-five days ago, I didn’t see, I didn’t know. Now my path seems so much clearer! Time speeds up, fate draws nearer.
What happened?Everything started out fine.Happy.Wholesome.Good family fun.It gave me hope for a bright future.A hope that raised me up to a beautiful sky.Only to let me fallAnd watchMy dreams as theyD i e d . My hands burnedAnd blisteredIn a brigh
Your choices are what make you If that's the case, I'm made of poor decisions and frequent fears I'm a half-hearted concotion of anxious sweat and tears I tear, gnash at the things that pull me back
The sapling smiles at the stunning oak, Self-evident is the truth, 20 years of labor in growth, Ahead for the determined youth, Withstanding weather and standing without withering,
I’d like to get lost in my dreams If only they weren’t so horrendous Yet nothing can be as it seems My mind often teems With thoughts so stupendous
Dreams Elusive, Incorporeal Whispering, Twisting, Fleeting Hopes, Fears, Friends, Family Shaping, Teaching, Loving Painful, Happy Memories
Last year I thought I had Finally figured it out. No need for Timidity, conformity, Or feeling less
My dreams are better than reality, but I guess that's why they're called dreams
i didn't start this year at a park late at night, shouting rebellion and revolution, not this time. no, i started this year in an illegal 2002 honda civic without brakes, skidding through red lights & stop signs in downtown portland.
In this lifeHesitation, anger, worryIn this lifeFear, confusion, warIn this lifeThese regrets run wildDestroying everythingIn this lifeThere are things called dreamsIn this life
2016: The Year Fear Took Over You Think it will be the best year You Think you will grow You Think you will change
I wake up in this moment, this moment so real. I waited for your touch, while these wounds refused to heal. To the depths of days I wish to not speak,
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.
To dream or not to dream; that is the question. Would it be best to live the life of a puppet, studying hard, following rules, doing everything based on a schedule,
My favourite dream is about a bus. A bus with a spotless white interior, so clean that I didn't want to move. I was SURROUNDED by people that I knew, but didn't know.
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 am am a warrior who never stops fighting I am a proud Mexican female who is not afraid to show her roots I am courageous and piercing despite my accent
New Year, New Breath Goals and Dreams, How to Achieve them? Work Hard, Study Harder Give up on All of It New Year, New Breath Missions and Drives, I Will get Through Hustle until it's Done
Some dream in color. Of their wishes, Their first love. Seeing fortune and serenity And a God above. Others dream of darkness. Their phobias. And pain.
Pathetic never mind wish i kept it all inside i don't matter you'll soon find the world got blacker here, have a blacklight but i can't see: how that will help
Last year was a big one for me, I turned 18, finally hit maturity. Voted in my first election, a pinnacle of imperfection. I wanted a different outcome, but I was disappointed.
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.
A year ago I thought nothing could get worse It will get better- After all, it is January the first Underneath the bedsheets, I cried and cried Silence is fine- After all, it is better than to confide
Mom lights a candle A diya, a lamp I have to choose Red or blue Voices of reason Larger, louder
City lights and pollution covered the sky. Will he ever see the stars glimmer through his brown eyes? He was lucky to see the moon. Most nights helicopters and airplanes had taken over where stars were supposed to loom.
Into the arms of a September skye of rusting moons and dripping stars I lay my heart into the palms of time beneath this rain long enough to bleed a poem for you. The light has opened with it's broken skye as the drops fall down to lighten m
Dreams are many, but only a few pursue. Walking on a path, I forgot my dream. Who am I? I still don't know, but what I know is that my dream is yours. I will pursue you, I will love you,
A strong, shimmering light with a bit of darkness appears through the slit opening of the door. A knot builds up through my stomach; curious about whats on the other side. Will I stay outside
A Southern Girl I dreamt of painting Who upon her canvas, had a high reaching colorful outlook of her future But what an ordeal she faced, As all girls within cultural confines,
I wonder if somewhere There's a respository of dreams Maybe I could go there And find some of them again Spiraling twists of hope The nonexistent roof of imagination
The only dreams I remember are the ones where we're together. laughter soft smiles skin on skin loose lips clashing teeth twisting tongues hand in hand
After we brush our teeth we slip into our PJs and slide between the sheets. The day has come to an end and there is no more work, physicalities or meet-and-greets. It is a time for sleep.
Today with a smile in my face, I look at my parents. They smile at me without judgements. Who have I become They'll never know. I feel scared, but just having them makes me feel warm.
I've heard that our dreams can be a dangerous place Yet, in my dreams I find a home With no vacancy for anyone else Here, a flower gros in the Desert's unforgiving sand,
I wake with passionI wake with actions,my everlasting fire ignites from laughing. I hope not to covet, butto endorse my dreams and love itto improve things that bring joy like choice and less judgement.
Blink bright light Sun dances Across my bare shoulder blade and cheek Blink Pink hands Grasping sheets
If I could paint a picture of you I would need a large canvas. One that could actually hold my vision of you.
I woke up to you stirring in your sleepTurned my back to you in disgust because of the fight a few hours before where my heart borespilled out my emotions to keep youfrom turning out our lights Everythings going to be alright Back to sleep I went
Leotards and red licorice.
Today I met a lovely girl Who ensnared me with many a black curl, And her tempting eyes, Nature's green Such beauty transcends the Pyrenees, Yet she is an open fruit Thus my judgment did refute,
Every day is a new day. This only means that the sorrows of yesterday are now in the past. What bothered me then feels so close yet so far away.
As I looked at that boy with glasses, sitting in every one of my advanced classes I saw passion, that would put him on every billboard and magazine caption Passion that would work the fastest with courage and practice
Love, what have we here? This is the stuff of dreams, the magic of the stars. This is the beauty of the skies, the song of the heart.
Success is my goal. My goal is success. I will get there if I do my best. I must wake up. I must be on time. Success is not easy. Success is a journey. Success is my goal.
How I greet my day: Not with a smile spread across my lips Or an energetic laugh Making my two friends holler with joy As I spill out a witty remark. But rather With downcast eyes
It all begins with a single song Drifting, fluttering, singing along. The sweet scents of a thousand flowers As they mingle through the air, It only lasts for what seems an hour,
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
I get out of bed every morning because if I were to lie still then who would there be to paint all the colors I see in my dreams? If I were to lie still then my world would never be any brighter
One loving father is strong enough to care for his hundred sons zeal and enthusiasm are his weapons to make their dreams come true thunderstorm and typhoon don’t dare repel him from his ultimate mission
Who am I? I still don't know I've got a lot to learn And a long way to go There is so much to do So much to explore And one day i'll know What I came here for I've been looking
The Lime-green Ford It was the symbol of her later years, The lime-green Ford parked outside In the drive. She bought it on a whim, or so one hears, And drove it for years, maybe ten plus five.
Could someone bring back, My innocent childhood days? Even today on roadside, I break stones with hammer, In the scorching sun.
I am a lost boy, From Neverland, Never growing up, And running from, Captain Hook. Never wanna leave, Wanna stay right here, Flying 'round the woods with, Peter Pan.
My teacher always said, Go home and write A whole bunch tonight And let words flow form you- Then, it will be true. I have lived in St. Louis for nine years.
Welcome to my wonderland, My world of make- believe, Where everything is perfect, And nothing ever hurts me. Welcome to the dream world, Where nothing is ever real, As we fly around Neverland,
it’s paper mache and rhymelaughing with people with no sense of timeart is the lives of you and methe people that color history
Fallen Shoulders Once Raised High Gardens Growing Up like Vines Flower fields place their Roots Deep within the Spine they Loop Beneath Between Around About The Cord that Dances Up to the Crown.
I see the light in your eyes, The allure in their brightness, Every time you speak of your dreams, And all you want to achieve. I feel the effect of my lack of ambition on your life. You want to fly,
The Future is not simply something that can be contained into a box or in the palm of my hand It is not even something we can see fully and yet try to comprehand We all want and all need and want to find out paths in life
a humid haze after a violent stormthe spotted, dying leaf fallen from a maple treethe bitter aftertaste of a sweet treat,the remnants of what was once. one minute, it's so close, you can almost smoke it and the next it's faded, a ghost, you've los
One day is a dancing Gypsy all tinkling bengals and swirling rainbows. The next is a starving dire wolf icy grey, its bloody teeth bared. I've heard I am not a land mine,
The world within a world, Is a story that never gets old. As time alternates inward and outward, My third eye connects the invisible cord. Thoughts begin to gather as a sea of buzzing flies,
I speak supreme no need for dreams Way too big for my Jean's Sent from a heart that has been broken. So the ones eye has freak don't run Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic
They never talk about this. They never talk about what happens after. When the crowds leave. When the pomp and circumstance has faded. When there's nothing left but me and him.
With each heavy breath, the world slows down around me With each number added to the board, the fire inside burns higher With every footstep, my legs turn into wheels on a downward slope
In my dream, My friend knew his time was coming. This 26 year old young man He had just visited the hospital for a checkup And the doctor had diagnosed him with a disease
Some dreams are worse than others, but they're all the same, a passage to a better life, it's difficult to explain, whether by knife or by rope, either way, i couldn't cope,
Often times I wonder what others see when they see me If they see me or the me they want me to be Not the me that I present but the girl with unfound dreams Never the positives or aspirations only the negativities
Last night I had the misfortune of seeing you in my dreams you looked at me with your sad eyes that gleamed then the clouds began to cry
my jealousy fuels a fire, uncontrollable, devastatingly beautiful. it eats every ounce of fresh air. a rage builds inside. almost to sweep me away, but leaves me dangling on dreams
Barren stems more than emptiness -within the confines of lost and broken,resilient as beauty is -Hope that awakens in white flowersto kiss you dreams that you areso welcome to take.
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
Not hiding from, but embellishing reality was a game I played since three. In my head and on the paper I hated the judgement from Teacher since five. Books built walls to protect
In the beginning, there was a moment of silent screams. Everyone wanted me to say the right things. Everything wanted me to act the right way. When words first stained my eyes and ears, life finally began.
I was just another kid, bright eyed, the world was mine, till I found out, it was all a lie, not one person gives hand outs, no ones your friends, you work so hard, but you still pretend
I wish our dreams came with instructions, That told us how to chase them, Without the burden Of personal income.
I saw the farthest star from here and I knew that was real I raised my hand and reached my finger tips up, out, and past this Earth Until I was one with the rest of the universe Until I was bigger than the farthest star
The only way to express myself has been through poems filled with Broken lines of half rhymes and empty metaphors."No one understands," I thought typically. I was a broken
I smiled as they said I wouldn’t amount to anything, Anything was possible and I knew it deep in my heart, Heart and mind both unified in achieving my dreams, Dreams I thought of during the day and the night.
As humans, We all possess impossible dreams. Some dream of a life full of neverending happiness. Others dream of living on a planet far, far away. My dream is to have you.
It starts here Right now Your determination Returns And your goals Are ever clearer It's within your grasp But will you take it? Your dreams in reach If you just stretch
Stars up above Upon which hang wishes Of young children Old folks And perhaps even The occasional Starstruck lover Dreams of something Even better Than what you have
Pouring down In unrelenting sheets Washing all In its path Battle-worn soldiers Pellets of water That are cold to the touch Leaving numb traces And mingling With salty tears
Please go away You've had your chance I don't want you to stay I'm in a hazy trance I know how I am To be honest I can be kind I can be sweet I can be the greatest friend
If I could I would Go back in time When we first met I would look at you With different eyes I would thank you While we sat at a table Alone In front of the school library
They tell you to trust.
The flickering candle lit the deteriorating cabin An owl stood on a branch whooing out in the forest The author sat at his old wooden desk devising fantasies for the young ones
I walk through my life Seeing myself from an outside view I see the people Sleep walking with everything to lose I scream and I yell Trying to wake even just one of them But they continue
I write from my heart The feelings of my soul Poetry is an art With no specific goal
Tell me poetry Why would I write for you? I stare hard at the blank lines, demanding You're a wielder of words, they whisper
Here without him, I have nothing I am nothing I have constant doubt Flaring up inside I have constant worry And there are always tears to cry With him, I had everything
In a second In a second In a second In a second I will leave you but never because I want to only because there is a world outside a world where delusions like you might
Don’t cry for me mama, because you know I jumped for joy, When I was rejected from your Ivy League school, From a study that would bring security and down my world,
I promise to write every day, Even if it’s only a sentence Or a short paragraph That kinda sucks And sounds like I was drunk
This is ridiculous Borderline creepy insidious Try to blind me Darkness surrounds me Scream in my ears Testing my fears Nice try I'm fearless My anxieties come when I hear less
Dreams are what they say they are, They're just dreams. They are what you want. Something you want to be done, But can't always be completed, Because it's all just in your mind. Just like I said, Dreams are exactly what they say they are.
Shadows, Acrosss the field, Across the meadow, Across the lawn and across the room, As the adults yawn and the children snore. Lollipops, gumdrops, Nightmares and blessed dreams,
When down comes the sun, Up comes the moon. As the stars shine brightly down on the children of the world, They go to their secret escape. They call it dreamland.
Between these walls lie hope A special place Hope of one day achieving a dream Perhaps a piece of paper with your name on it
In my past Life I was in charge of a dock. Everyday I ran the imports and exports. Everyday new things came and went. Stowaways. Precious jewels.
When at the top there's only going down One becomes stuck But cannot stay for long It is better to go down than to be happy forever
My heart is racing fast,My adrenaline is singing.The wind is tearing at me,To my horse I'm clinging.
I fear of tonight I fear for the drive home Not of what I will come home to- But of what may happen later on I fear of closing my eyes and seeing something Beautiful something miraculous
The waking world I’ve realized Is limited And can’t surprise The busy, buzzing Mind inside
You chased stars,I ran after trains You threw yourself into dreams,And I jumped in front of carsBut in those moments When we sat by the tracks And looked into the sky Together,
There is nothing more beautiful More beautiful than you The sun is a mere old and rusted penny compared to the glow of your Iris blue If I could put your sweet voice in a seashell
Dreams die as people dine with fishes, Life is sand in an ever-draining hourglass, To float on murdered wishes Is laying waste in the mind only to harass, Flow not, wander on always And find the soul lost,
I’ve always lived as though the Lord can give and can take away. I try not to cling to things of this world not a person, place, or possible possession is so important that my world would
I stand out in the cornfield, alone among strangers Useless to the farmer who waters and feeds me The plot of land I sit in, is shaded by the accomplishments of those around me Proud is the farmer
Dreams, Floating along the fabric of my mind, treading into ideas and thoughts. Without these thoughts, how could I live? Nothing can be done without a dream.
Being alone can be a pain Have to find a way to stay sane To grasp that inner kid sensation You have to have a powerful imagination
The Romans would have carved into their gravestones: non fui, fui, non sum, non curo-- “I was not, I was, I am not, I don’t care.”
All I need, is hope; beautiful, bright, brilliant hope, it keeps me alive. Hope for a future when I can be independent and successful.
Our words will stumble from my memory, and I will not feel any emptiness When the sun's light sees her own reflection In me. And then I will miss you no more I will walk with quiet footsteps;
I hope, I wish, I dream Though distant it may seem That one day I will succeed And this is my only plea.
I sail the seas that stretch foreverA memory I will remember… I finish my thought and drift away;I am whisked off to another day.
Nine hundred and ten days Many days filled with laughter, Few filled with sadness. Nine hundred and ten days,
We're living in a world filled with injustice, where we don't have to be doing anything and the cops think they can touch us, another man down, now that really starts to touch us,
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.
Hope A blazing fire within my soul Motivating me further Inspiring dreams Creating purpose Hope Keeps my soul from withering Like a flower denied rain I am nourished as long as
Skip after skip pressing forward and rewind, No not an old dvd, these buttons hold my favorite pastime Spotify premium, my one and only true love, holds the key to endless amounts of music
Lonely Love There is a burning Deep in my soul My heart is yearning Like a bells toll Far across the ocean waters Underneath the skies grasp Hidden behind hurricane shutters Through a shattered heart I rasp Tell me you want me For I cannot be wit
Is it the way the breeze feels on the skin On a hot day, when you just feel it within Is it a child's smile? So innocent and Undeniable Or is it something unmeasurable? Something that's naked and unable.
the feeling of a dream being broken realizing that the wildest and fondest conjurings of your brain will never come to fruition being trapped in a well
I’ve already devoted myself and my life to a cause that still may fall through but there would be no purpose to anything I do if I didn’t try.
You say you're here for me You say I can count on you You say... a lot of things. "You just aren't like that" "You should lower your expactations" "Reality check..."
What I need are my dreams I have while awake. My ambitions that keep me foing forward, Doubt I always shake. Growing and succeeding for those whom I care, Becoming a better person, becoming more aware.
My dreams, plans, desires, merging at one location. Faith is what I'll bring.
Once, I wished upon a star To take me to a land afar Away from death, away from life Away from sins, and stress, and strife I sat upon my windowsill And watched the stars, with time to kill
I don't remember Most of the dream. Just that you Were in it. Alive. I think I met Your parents? Your brothers? I don't remember Most of the dream.
My Life is not for everyone. My ways are not to your liking, then to bad. I'm a warrior princess with ideas that reach far beyond the heavens. I have dreams that you may never understand. It's my life as I walk with my head high.
Well I had that damn dream again. The one where you come back. You show up at my house, dressed to the nines with roses in your hand.
You would call out into your restless night, “I need an Angel that will end my fight, one that brings daybreak upon my endless night.” But the storm raged on, unwavering.
I dream about his hazel-green eyes. About the way he made me cry. I dream about the way his hand fit perfectly in mne. How I never could understand why. Dreams are created from this dirty blonde boy.
I don't belong in heaven, I'm not accepted in hell, I'm neither angel, nor demon, I don't belongin the human realm. I have some power, and nothing to give. I have a life, whith nothing for which to live.
I am tired. Tired of holding my tongue at the thoughts my mind shouts. What do I want to do? Who do I want to be? How will I make money? I do not know. And I am tired.
For some it's dreams that get in the way of living For me it's reality that gets in the way of dreaming. Fishing on those hot summer days, Going home empty handed, laughing all the same.
Watching you sleep is like watching the moon you are so far away and so close at the same time and when I press my lips to your cheek I see light
She called herself the Art Whore. For she saw art in everything and anywhere. The crack in the wall that had been there since her father had slammed her head against the wall was art and
I wish there was a lullaby that sang itself to sleep. A melody that I could play and tell of in my dreams. I wish there was a fairytale
Dreams They're what keep us thinking Good and badBeautiful and ugly We need the imaginationof aliensof spaceof becoming a princessor queen of Marsand solving world hunger
My Life, I've always faced conflicts and bad luck, I never can find myself happy for a full month, not even a full week, better yet a whole 24hrs, But I hold on,
"Broken bones Broken mind How could I Be so blind Broken hope Broken staff I though you Once had my back But it wasn't true As i onced belived
"Death whispers to me, saying"honey pretty please" But even if I ask it to leave, It still follows me. I turn down a dark alley, But no it's just a hall way, And i'm late for biology.
"Small dreams fade fast But that's okay 'Cause it was never meant To go that way Even those who smile Got one foot in the grave But you couldn't see That the happiness was fake But still
Must I be patient for my own demise? I do not know what is out there, beyond crests of time, pillows of snow & schemes of wonder. Lust towards unknown and unheard of realities.
When morning comes, i'll shield my eyes The rising sun shines through the blinds I roll over in attempt To come back to the dreams i've left Oh how wonderful would it be To stay here in this mindless glee
Endowed with many emotions Some which lead to eternal devotion The rings that bless those who wear And given then to another pair Together entwined their hearts shall be
It’s moments like these that I am aware of reality I am mortal, expendable. My life is so fucking short it’s the blink of an eye and as I lay awake at 4am as I do tonight I wonder
Dreams too far, too far to reach Floating in mid air Not contain, not planned Scattered they are Far too bland
Need gets confused with want You ask me about it, and I can’t respond For need changes in time
What i need is something as beautiful as white gold The very declaration of this word is quite bold Now wait, stay with me, though i know i am young This word is just something that just slips off the tongue
There's a river I know, in the land of the dead, where many call home, and others may dread. There's a city I know, where the parties are gold, where the liquor is silver,
All I need is an oxymoron a word I can't even speak can't describe a fallacy in language feather's edge tip of the tongue I need your arms to encircle me
this is not my legacy this is not my dream this is not my everything this is not what it seems
It was at night I saw a sight A true vision Of another dimension I was filled with fear For what was near My future I saw A large dark claw Groping at my eyes
blinking sleep away the sky still dark bruise colored with rain rings around my eyes and I finally feel alive sometimes you get kicked down sometimes you struggle
i was the nobody in the hall, the loaner on the wall, i’ve walked in those same off brand running shoes that’s why this new poem that i wrote right here is dedicated to you.
Reality doesn't seem real to me A mundane reality laughs mockingly Towards me, Knowing I cannot escape But I will fight on, My future is mine And, I am the master of my fate For reality not seeming real
Maybe it was just this year I suddenly became old. Old hit me with crying over Facebook videos in the middle of the night.
The stars and moon shine above Rooftops housing dreaming children Dreams of flying Of an island with trees and forests, Of jungles and beaches, A bit of everything for a bit of everyone
The Dreams of Tomorrow Contest entry for Payne County Youth Services 2015, 8th annual contest. As of 12/12/15, results and placements have not been released yet. When they are, I’ll post that in an edit if I placed.
To get and grasp separation of paths is difficult sometimes how do I accept chaotic intersections that are not mine? So emotions keep fumbling over, but the top's still on
I use to love dreaming about you Because it was the one moment I could see you again So vividly I could feel the butterflys, so realistically your embrace would engulf me Dreams about our forever, how we could be
I open my eyes to another Hell As I’m pulled into another restless dream. I fight the demons though my fears swell I fight through their torture and schemes. I’m blinded by an explosion
Her dreams torn apart Her hopes crushed forever and Nothing matters now
There was a dream I once had as a child, about a city of lights covered in white- where the skies were red, and the ocean was oil. A place where the ground was cold; hard to walk upon, and even harder to sow.
Imagine this huge castle- and in this castle, you’re the king. Or a queen or whatever. But there’s nobody to serve you- and yet you’re happy to be alone and rule a world entirely your own.
It’s always fun when something totally consumes you. When your mind goes blank and feeling lost becomes fun.
Say those four last words Quiet Allow your breath to hit her neck And allow her to feel your arms around her Tightly Are you going to say them? Go on “It’s time for bed”
People who know me know I like to sleep To me it’s not about the relaxation, It’s about the dreams –that are so sweet. I love to dream I could be a graceful dancer Or find the cure for cancer
I am... Special, Different, Individualistic, Unique. I believe in myself and who I may become. I am... Resilient, Strong, Confident, Determined.
You may strip me to the bone and examine my every part Go ahead and remove my soul While I pray to GOD that I will let go Of all my insecurities And my bad qualities And a broken back that will not stop me.
I am Those thick thighs and brown eyes That I hope you will love, just as I do I am The coiled hair and curly fries and a few mountain dews I am The one who is after the gold prize
Watching a mammoth glacier As it moved slowly across the blue and red seas A ship made of gold and myrrh Set adrift to follow the breeze. Its body was pure snow
You linger in the form of bruises..Marking a roadmap on my body of all your favorite places. A constant reminder of the fire I wish I could deny but always give into. Sentencing me to a death made for insects: as I become the moth drawn to your fl
I am a dreamer. My mind is a playing field My goals are the starters, As my oppositions take the bench. But sometimes they get up No longer rooted They get a chance to take part in something
I am not a number. I am not another data point in a meaningless statistic. I am a human, flesh and blood; With a spirit like a lion And a hopeless wanderer’s heart.
A child weak, soft like youth Is a lion of eye and tooth In dreams that trickle down like sand, Down a clock, tick-tock the hand, And whisper sweet litanies upon the head
"I don't drink" There was a time when those words were true But now. . . Well, not so much. Now I love the feeling Of drowning in a sea of fog, On neither side of that thin line
Little boys little girls follow your dreams little boys little girls dream dream dream Wait, do you call them dreams or nightmares the dreams of who you are and what you want to be
Sleep consume me into a comatose state of mind
Dance with me.Swing me around the living room floorShow me what I missWhen we can't dance anymore.
He was dead for three days Died for us on Calvary But when people heard that Jesus rose, There were whispers of hope Whispers of truth The unknown became known
She stares out across the sea Wondering what things could be What sights and sounds there are to know To go out and see the world grow She imagines all the people she could meet
He wipes the dust of his Bible in times of need. Eats the bread cause he's hungry. Hungry because he plants the seed so God can see he still believes. He confesses he's sorry he's never seen In Church
If I see a day, may I know the night For in the darkness, you hold me tight Carry on my sweetest soul For tomorrow shall bring us closer still And though,
As I lay down to sleep I feel his dark shadow cross my mind His fedora tilted low upon his face A black suit and long cape his trademark. He smiles softly.
I was born into this world without direction or a clue. Born into my mother and father's ocean, streaming blue. They taught me how to swim up the current as I pulled through.
You can't take the good without the badYou can't be happy without experiencing sadConstantly fighting a battle with good and evilAlways running back and forth, two sides never equal
Many people may question, what the heck is a dream Is it a figment of my imagination my brain continues to stream Is it a goal in my future that I can clearly see in sight
I am... A doctor? No I am... A Teacher? No I am... A animator Yes I am a future animator I will be making cartoons. I am a future animator
Born a girl But read a book And now what is she, A he An it? Doesn’t she know the pain he causes others When it Or xe? Decides a thousand things In a single day?
He's got the charm of a devil, smile to prove it. She's got a mind full of fate, heart to win it. I've got a life full of time and no one to spend it on.
the single streetlight, blinking
Dreams are not just for sleeping. When you think of a dream, it gives you special feelings. Like nothing and nobody could bring you down. Not all people can dream like we can.
Lately, The truth has been pouring out of me. I'm breaking through the barriers. I know you're not listening, But I pray you hear me. One of these days, I'll get through to you.
I did awake in the bitter cold of night, Sitting up in a bed to look around, It was dark, black and yet far off in the distance there was a glow, The light grew and shed a brilliant gold on a silver room
She lies awake knowing the sun will be out soon, She contemplates whether or not to stay up until the afternoon. Because sleep is just a reminder of what things use to be,
I am different. Not in visage, nor style, nor walk, Not in avocation, nor mannerism, nor talk, But in hope and dream and state of mind. I am different In that The radioactive waves of lies
In this orchard, Everyone is picking Their own juicy apples.
I've made a tiny paper plane It's crumpled and doesn't fly well But it's my gift to you It's unbalanced and lopsided And can't loopdy loop All it does is spin and twirls
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?
I loved days like these.
. When i wake up I'd like too see a group of people looking up at me . I see myself having fun full of joy walking around hearing the sound of laughter and others bemused with interest .
Wooden beams and wooden planks And salty sea scented air Drew our souls near the edge And then just held them there The wind whipped our hair The cold bit our noses
Mishaps turn into decisions, They leave the head ridden, Thinking and pondering.
Are we awesome? Nah, maybe were just ordindary Many of my people locked away in solitary Causing this huge diversionary How can they call themselves honorary?
Life is a warzone An enemy at every side No one can deny That this is life But in this war I find excitement It’s wonderful Yet people think I’m crazy
I cannot say why we wonder I can only dream my dreams Imagination leads to creation Inventions become a need Wonder allows the mind to wander While the body is set to work
Broke Boy's Dream Money for college is a broke boy’s dream I only have money for things I need I’m not writing this for a good college fling But for my education and that’s what I’m going to achieve
I'm sitting in the break room, trying to be alone... reflecting on my past ; bitter because it's made me different Yes, I have regrets and remembering adds salt to the wound
In circles, we go around and around Inadvertently choosing to frown It’s the lurking fear we just cannot face,
Each hope I have rests here; My dreams, they’re still inside. For though the hope’s to fly 'Twill be a long, long ride. Though music sings about me I fear to dance alone.
My life has it's ups. And downs. And it's starting to turn around.
My life has it's ups. And downs. And it's starting to turn around.
The succulent siver Still clings, To the ethereal bird With her broken wings. At it's dying delicacy I stare, With me She begins to share. She showered me
I sat up in bed and stared at the wall.Not a single sound mumbled from the hall.My mind was raging with inspirationWhile my lack of sleep brought on great agitation.
Once in a blue moon,On a windless night,
Away from the commotion, away from the dirty, suffocations of the city.
Away from the commotion, away from the dirty, suffocations of the city.
My eyes closed, my mind rests but only for a couple of minutes.
Constantly tilting on the precipice of life,
my castle is this city from the basketball courts to the train station downtown my castle is this city ocean beaches' waves jump and bow when my toes meet sand
He walks at home in the streets alone a lone light Glimmers as his day starts to fade a satchel for his car and a lighter for his fuel he drifts off into another star evening
There is nothing more Extraordinary
Amongst the dulled murmur, a clear song rises. Even as the chains bind our arm, our hearts soar free, only hindered by the limits of our imagination.
Cat-God. Scars on human souls like cracks on china plates, stone-cold glue seeping from wounds frozen mid-drip. Cat-God. Paws against old wood shelf, one furry oaw on slick porcelain.
When I close my eyes my mind wonders and my imagination flies. I can'y help but ponder... what from my dreams will arise? Slowly I fall into an abyss and my dreams fly all around me.
Someday the distance between us will be gone.
What are visions? Are they dreams? Are they prophesies? Are they fantasies? Are they lies told to ourselves? Are they glimpses of another dimensions in which we are the same person, but walk a different path?
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
I am writing today to say don’t dream! Now I know many people say that and then go on to say things like, but have an end goal. Yes that is nice, but end goals change.
To what do my eyes see When tey are closed? A all to familar future woe Of past and present fea Where the raven flies nevermore Where the pictures steal our age
Have you ever heard of the taleAbout the Dream Deliverer?The one who plants those thoughtsAnd nutures our hope When you sleepHe comes and singsSongs that will become your dream
I wanna cry but the tears won't show
Into my happy place- Stella D’vine I seldom visit you anymore. Into my happy place. Where the grass grows in an array of colors. Where the sky shows nothing but blue.
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
My body relaxes and I feel calm.The gentle sounds I hear when I’m aloneare racing down my warm face in turquoisestreams. I like to pretend that my pasteldreams are more than the ocean and seashells.
I've always loved the ocean and every time I look into your eyes, I feel as if I'm swimming in it. Every time you kiss me my world comes to a halt and I never want it to end.
I wish my dreams were real life.
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
And then I did Chemo!
Dark eyes, dark hair; The spitting image of Dad. Grandpa jokingly says, "Maybe you'll grow out of it." Just maybe. But I'll always be a daddy's girl. Pick a spot Pick an experiment
Join me in Dreamland, where life may never end. As I lay my head to rest, to Dreamland my mind does send. Where the sun sets, but also comes to rise. Where, just like birds,
When the boy was little, he dreamed of having wings. Like an angel, he could rise, and forget all earthly things. When the boy became a teen, he dreamed of going to war.
Without filters I fear for my mind and the tricks it plays on itself all the time Without filters in which I see the world My eyes would see opportunity everywhere and not just the beaches,
Abstract Is what I desire What I admire About the world Loving each other like when boy meets girl Or when Girl Meets Guy Love catches the gaze of the inner abstract eye
The painting originated by the painter was not the first element of its nature
My life is kind of hectic Like a completed checklist When I look back on my life I see that I have dropped some fine dimes
There I saw the world
I am a person, yes. A human. One that breathes oxygen in and out. But why? Is there a reason for it in the end? I think so. My brain says no, but my heart says... yes. Things have happened.
Throughout the early life, you are told stories about how the world is good, dreams come true, and magic happens. It requires love, time, and effort; however, anything is possible.
In my dreams, i see faces. I hear voices. In my life, I dont understand them. In my dreams, I see us. I hear your voice. In my life, I dont know who you are.
Let me start off by saying god bless you The world's greatest philosopher couldn't fathom the words to express you We tend to lose all hope and live in regret Meanwhile the world continues to spin and time is being spent
She is full of compassion Poker-faced to hide her emotion Magentic charm that draws them near like bees to honeypot, it is seen so clear Some call her a chameleon Camouflaged with every story
Bump, bump, bump, the needle goes. Stitch after stitch; they form a row. Two pieces of fabric sewn to make a seam. Sew, pull, cut; it becomes a routine. Hard work and imagination you need
There’s something comical
I am a Human Being.
Somewhere in this crawl space that we call a brain,
A bubbling Laugh, a warm Smile,
perhaps dreams are a gateway to a new reality
One day it's marked in your head, others, it's in the air. Like vapor, it lingers, possibly poisonous. It's up to you to let it set inside you, to take control, almost killing you,
I had a dream- Of a bright world, And a bright smile, And dreamy eyes. But that would not be the case today. Because I ventured away then, Darker into this place. Where things deemed scary,
The Dance Written by: Stephanie Garcia When I ride my horse in the mid-summer mornings, we dance. The drums pound and two hearts beat as one working in rhythm and cadence.
Each and every day We are reminded of what makes us sway. The dreams we wish to pursue Seem to knock on the window as we peer through.
Do I have to have a destination if I decide to runaway? Or would I end up in the perfect place for me? We'll, see. We'll have to see. Let's wait and see. 'Cus I noticed the sun hates taking breaks,
I wonder what I can give, as far as wisdom goes, for I am somewhat young and have many years to live. The cool Autumn wind blows
The pen is my compass The paper my sail They take me to new places On a see of words and dreams
Make me a fantasy out of all of the stars, just how deep do they pierce the skin?
When I take pictures, I want them to be me. No hidden faults, no dumb deceits. When I take pictures, I show the way I feel. I am a human being, Unlike pictures, I am real.
My hair is thinning My skin is almost pale My life is nothing like a fairytale I am of the average height Contacts help me see what's in sight I look for depth in everyone
It is kind of a funny story
He keeps me up
I’m not sure what I am feeling.
In darkeness, there is light. In the rain, there is sun shine. So even while I'm unable to grasp the pai, my mind is at ease. For even through death is life.
I am the future I am a leader I can contribute to changing the world It starts with me, with you and I together
I fall asleep with wandering dreams The colors are so vivid; I’m bursting at the seams I’m walking on endless thoughts
"There's no flaws in dreams,"Said my mind to me,"Be who you are, And who you want to be."I may have a personality,That's flawed in many ways,But a mind that's reigns...
"There's no flaws in dreams,"Said my mind to me,"Be who you are, And who you want to be."I may have a personality,That's flawed in many ways,But a mind that's reigns...
O' how cruel mine own heart be! It cares not if my head forbids It to love so as to not be twain in half again.
DreamsOf regret and painRattle around in my head--Abandoned thoughts,And untouched memoriesooze from my sleep,And into my ear--Spilling onto my pillowand leaving a stain
To be a believer, you have to follow your dreams You have to chase your dreams
A rainbow of promise,
I've always had dreams Most people do But mine have become more Maybe not so fancy But practical and thats all I could ever ask for. I'm still standing tall Even after all I've been through
“My dreams are humid from sun and water and heavy from cornbread and clabber milk”
There's a girl in my English classwho always looks out the windowand sketches little people on the side of her spiral notebook.
Dreams can be BIG! Dreams can be small. Some can be short, Or very, very, tall. For young and old, For the brave and bold. For every boy, And every girl. Let's all dream very BIG!
Broken window shows each dream Shattered lie you can't redeem A wish upon a twisted heart Diamond lie that ripped apart Shards of truth a pane of glass
All I am in life is a complete mess up that ruins everything No matter what I do; I always manage to mess up everything in my wake Everything I do leaves a huge crater that will sting
I reach out as far as my arm can bear So I can have a piece all to myself And each glistening spec of light intensifies my yearning for the night I feel the milky rays of the galaxy brush my cheek
When people think of dreams
I want you to see the part of me that glass so often hides. Scrolling down your Instagram feed, you would barely even recognize me. I want you to see the part of me that is hidden by makeup
A nighttime fantasy more brilliant then any before
When I heard how she felt
I hope... Because I care... Because I love my friends... Family... Neighbors... The powerful message... Jesus taught me To love your neighbor as yourself If it wasn't for that
As the mirror taunts me With kinked brown locks And weary hazel eyes That forever scrutinize, Pale skin glares back, Blinding in the morning rays. “Paper White” I used to call it,
We all have dreams to strive for a goal to reach to reach for we just have to wait for the right moment to get success like the Romans
We all have dreams to strive for a goal to reach to reach for we just have to wait for the right moment to get success like the Romans
in his dreams she’s exposed
No one else Under its scrutiny Its light Because you are under it All of your faults on display Just out there Exposed And for EVERYONE to see But you must show them
Every night, When I go to sleep, A whole new world opens its doorways for me, I call this world my world of dreams. My world of dreams is a happy place, Where days I spend without a trace,
Art, Abandoned and angry. Alleys and attackers. Alone, Alone, Alone. Art, Abandoned and angry. Avalanches and alligators. Alone, Alone, Alone.
Many girls all dream for this thing:
The broken mirror of my dreams
The flash- The filter- It's how I hide. The picture that everyone sees isn't me though It's just a reflection of this person That yes looks practically like me
i cant dream and im not sure why everything i've ever seen hurts me, i cant help it but when things get tough i feel like screaming these things just aint easy everybody wants to know if im insane
this life of mine is strange, i change, and people still dont recognize i fight but i never die, struggle and never cry it gets hard sometimes, god dealt me a wierd hand and its not easy to understand
Go your own way, Forget their objection. They just want To storm on your vision.
I was born, generation 96,
As I stare at the deep blue sea I think of you and me I hear the wind whispering in my ear The love story that is near My Aztec warrior we meet again Right on this earth were we first met
I go to sleep have dreams of you. I wake up see scenes of you.
I come fro
What is behind it? The void The abyss The unknown Behind it is whatever it pleased to be
Breath and think. Breath and don't think. Release your feelings in words that are not spoken. Do not be tempted to anger as who you are. You are better than the hateful thoughts that plague your mind.
I wish You all could see The small girl behind the facade. Behind the facade That does nothing but show off And try to prove to everyone that she is a woman. When really
When I’m at school I’m always wearing a mask I keep quiet, do my work, and always the first to class I’m very punctual I student I show up almost every day
Fantasy Surreal, Whimsical Frollicing, Flying, Dreaming Fun all day and all play, No fun and all work
Many times we sacrifice hopes and dreams thinking that by doing so we will achieve bigger dreams. We don't understand how many we lose in the road until we look back.
I feel your breath across my lips, I feel your shaky fingertips. Close those eyes and take it in, As I brush against your winter skin.
I live for the Friday night lights,
He lives where I can’t stay
My car doesn't need gas it runs on drive to go fast
There is beauty in the folds of my skin and the crease in my brow Underneath my matt of hair and freckles There is power behind my quiet voice and my timid thoughts Seeing past my unsureness and doubt
The heaven’s open up, I’m standing in this ghost town, Lost soul with no purpose, Wondering why, One more person wishing for an unknown sky, The heaven’s clear, Then brilliance strike,
He made promises. Things he could never reach and things he could never keep. He saw things beyond his reach. He would gaze at the moon and stars
So let's live, And let love. Where is this coming from? My heart says yes, In you I obsess. And I'm losing my mind, But I swear that it's fine... Just commit me now,
I'll die in practice to live in the meets
Why do I feel so alone yet I steadily push people away I say what I feel at the moment yet don't mean what I say in my heart But my world is ripping apart from everywhere and everything
her life isnt as perfect as it seems its filled with false hopes and fucked up dreams and when she searched the world she failed to find her one and only piece of mind
Waking up in the morning it is the first thing on my mind, to practice and hone my skills until it's my time. To become MLG, a dream that I want to be my legacy.
English is a language far too complex, Ordinary man or scholar it will perplex. It seems nothing will translate directly, Because it cannot be expressed correctly.
Look in my eyes and see what I fail to say the pain and sadness that I have no solution to but stay confused
How can I express to theeThe ways of which I love?This love I feel means more to meThan any god above.Oh! I love thee to the depths Of the sea.Surely I do.For in my dreamsIt it you I see,
Could you feel me leave; and climb so high to see the world at my feet? Steady storms ashore, but I'm the iris and I just want more It's in the stars: the treble in my heart will be heard on Mars, for
Out of all that makes me happy, I include scenarios I make in my head. The stories I dream, thinking at night, Laying alone in my bed. If you haven’t done this, give it a shot,
The world is surrounded with thing of a dream. The stars are all shining; look at them gleam! Though things might get harder, we can still sing. Let us live for our new day so we can live in Beauty!
I wear a mask, thick as leather Beneah the seams fear keeps the mask together No scars lie behind this invisible shield A single word is all that's concealed
He closes his eyes just for a minute, And runs to a place where his troubles end: A wondrous world—he’s free to explore it—
Your eyes used to be so bright They looked straight forward Unnerving but more alive than all those around you, They used to look so colorful and awake What changed you? Was it the people?
Believing in yourself is key.
The room is too warm My palms are sweatty He paces, glancing at the pages. Time is running out I read fast but nothing sticks in my mind. I can't remember the answeres. He glances my way and i flinch.
I had a dream that the trees were orange and your heart was red and I floated like dying leaves through your head. you said i felt like fire burning through your veins. you spent
I wake up and suddenly and all I could think about was you.
School ends, and we all cheer.
I remeber my history, I remember it well I remember the love and the betrayal We started off in Africa the land of kings and queens There we were great and taught our beliefs
The me I see,
This is for anybody with a dream just make them as they seem so you can see bigger things wether you dance or you sing or you want a superbowl ring.... this is for people with a story to tell
I've always told myself... maybe one day, things will change, now things have changed i dont have to cry at a young age because im hungry now im making money, before i used to get beat up
When I say “I love you”, I mean it I know it’s right
Is it me, Or am I the only person running from my own dream? I yearn for it, Football is calling my name. I love it so much, I half way think I am insane. Ahhhhh!!!
Last night, as I dozed, I had a dream, But what would a dream be but a bitter gleam- of a thought-cycle loop, a mash then release, a randomized chemical silence and ease. A mosaic I saw, and color so vividly,
I haven't had lessons since the age of three but me? I'm a dancer Those rhythms in my soul are always pounding Pulsating, shaking, crying, hoping, longing For a dance floor
The deepest crimson adorns A canvas skin, Wrapped securely in its hued dimension.
We hustle through life trying to find meaning, but don't put worth into what we're dreaming. Where does the most value lie? In graveyards where we have died.
The faint smell of burning plastic, wood and marshmallows, Artful graffiti surrounded us as a reminder of our more reckless and youthful days.
Hush my darling, Close your eyes The whole world is suddenly fading Once bright blue are blacked skies Where the stars are now parading. Rest my love, And chase your dreams
Optimists think this is the best possible world, While pessimists fear it's true. The greatest pleasure in life, Is doing what people say you cannot do. No one is perfect. That's why pencils have erasers.
She smiles so deeply that it leaves imprints on her cheeks. Her laugh brings joy to others that are far beyond her reach.
I am the Dreamer Who finds safety
God save the dreamer Whose home was a fort of betrayal His eyes were shattered like crystal At a glimpse of the unmistakable truth They made him a rigid boulder A mob of pitchforks and claws
I smile at the storm Because I love the challenge The fog covering my Dreams Makes my dreams vivid The rain weighing me down Adds to the weight that anchors me To the roots of my passions
I can see it now Church bells, the white dress, the humble ring You'll have a smile for the happiness to each other we bring Everyone will be happy for us There's no one else with this much trust
Another iron python hisses Billows unnatural poisons into the air Burns passed scarred jungle Monotonous percussion strikes old Indian lands Cyclope eye staring passed souls too insignificant
I like to dream. I dream of me and someone special riding horses at a vineyard. I dream of spending the rest of my life with that one special person.
Your parents tell you when you are young, your teachers tell you when you are in elementary school, your teachers tell you in middle school, your teachers tell you in high school,
Life comes with ups, downs, ins and outs. Dos and don'ts, wishes and hopes. Dreams and goals. Love for others only cause self that is just as bold. Knowing your place and playing your role.
They seem to be closer without the day chasing them;
A lavender sky Shadows caressing the clouds and millions of laughing stars The vivacious sun ignores the moon's protests and takes her into his arms I lay, entranced by the wonder around me
I met her by the seasideAlmost in a tranceAs sunshine shone upon herAnd skipping waves did dance.She called me with a whisperThrough the ocean air,But as I did approach her
I dreamt of clouds in skies of blueWith crimson streaks of light,And all around there was the soundOf laughter and delight.Where worries were a memoryForgotten long ago,
What is a dream? Is it a hallucination? Because it's nt what it seems?
Inhale Xxhale Here I go again trying to leave something more than a footprint Inhale Xxhale Here i lie again Loving the predicament that I happended to stumble in Inhale Xxhale
Bloodshot digits awaken from below,
Thrown into life with no say; born to a mother in a high school daze who’s only direction was the bottle of hard A – “adult juice”. A father who gambled – and lost –
Drained and deranged, I dreamed I could build beauty. Blueprinted, diagrammed Just a god in a cage.
My dreams are most vivid when I bolt Awake staring at the ceiling where the stucco shoots Constellations to my brain, just a telescope that won’t retract Or react to the basic instincts meant to drive
I wanna take someone's soul out there heart and put it in mines but no matter how hard I try to become someone different the reality is always permitted ...
Constantly in a confused thought
open the fridge my pasta is boiling in side of it
Blind. Blinded by the sound of nothing. Silence. Breath. Slam. Bang. Click. The intesity builds. Lights come into focus. Shadows. Anxious feet. Steady.
I often dream of dreams dreams of flying dreams of dying dreams where I wake up crying dreams defying All the lot dreamed of weddings. I dreamed of settings dreamed of regretting
Freedom is nonexistent in today's world
The river flows backwards
I held your gaze— Transfixed by you— Because in your eyes I saw a sea— And I was engulfed by your waves. Those clear sea foam orbs, Like the nebulae in our universe,
Cold or Hot Nice or Mean Compassionate or selfish Needy or Self Suficient Every Choice Is A Challenge But The Choices We Make Are What Make Us So What Will You
Dear America, I saw a little girl today with tears all on her sleeve Her eyes were empty hands were old Why did you crush her dreams? She dreamt a day when kids could play and water would be clean
I wake up and I am fifteen, Years past and he looks at me. Who is he but myself in grief, What have I done and what do I do. Who am I and who are you, Am I black or am I blue,
You claim we aren't different But we are When you wake up in the morning Your nightmare ends Mine simply continues
Night falls and it consumes me
What? I thought I was the only one I guess I was wrong I should of known all we had and even a love song... Didnt matter to you or him,
Just children were we when we first met Prancing about one another without a care. Though oft not we would see the another Each time was as if the previous game had not been left.
I met her in a dream Crazy as it seems She laughed like I did And I found that funny
You are the sunshine i am the rain i just wanted You to be mine but You were avoiding pain
I never thought I'd see the day; Where I'd struggle to find the words to say; But you leave me pondering, yet breathless; I can't hold it back, I must confess this; Your eyes read a book, yet you remain a mystery;
A puppeteer strings an open mouth, She is me, and I am her. Tells me what to say− Obedient, teeth clacking. Indecent
The Antithetic Leaf Come on...blow me away; Get me off of this tree;
Bigger than my eyes can see, When I open wide, My heart comes out before my eyes, Pumping louder than my bursts of expression, Expressing how passionate I am,
What a dream...
A shadow appeared The fatal apparition In my dream A corrupted echo Her hands were steady Calm and ready For night’s return
We sit face to face,but there is something in the way. An object that gives you satisfaction, its in my face and your eyes are lost and I wonder is this gonna work.
I feel entirely empty, so lost & distant; You leave me nothing, but a reminiscent; I hear your name and my heart skips beats; I try to cope, but always experience defeat;
Well this is quite a surprise. I've never been asked this inquiry before.
You feel it, like sweet kisses upon your skin. Kisses you yourself have never known, but still imagine.
A mask for the task at hand to find success and to be the best to draw peace from a green light in uncertain darkness i have to put up a fight although i know not where i'll land
I dream of less less than what has happened more than what will be simply lost in all of my minds subconscious poetry she reads to me rich righteous texts mysterious wisdom gained in the night
I was addicted You would not believe it when I told you
We all have a desire It may be open and it may be silent Whatever the case may be We still all have that one thing That keeps us going Drives us to victory and attain our goals
Whatever your age, whatever your race, whatever your gender I want you to dream big without censor All the beautiful things you could ever imagine Are only ever, just a mere fraction
How does a dream metastasize? It starts off as a cellular thought So miniscule that it barely pinches your consciousness – but It’s still there…
Merry-go-round DreamsWritten by Adam M. SnowMerry-go-round dreams;round and round it goes.In a cloudy scene,
Out there floating in the sky
we are full of stories to tell memories we store and dreams that we sell soon they fade from view sadly they dry as the morning dew ignorant of a dream's worth or a lesson to which memory gave birth
Many will never Discover the simple things That make life complete
Today Shades upon shades of cover and shadow Smokescreens of laughter filling an empty hallow. Nobody knows and nobody will ever know. The book nerd who devours stories that pushes
Photographers capture a moment in time, Each little movement in orderly rhyme. From nature to people, photos aren't the same, From color to black, photos are never plain. Memories are made with one little click,
I see the pain, I see the power the cruel gain. I stand aside, I turn and hide. When will I stop being so afriad?
I live for the fame, the dreams, and all the greens I sing from the top of my lungs but no one hears me I put on disguises and act around the house but no one sees me
I am Bill Gates At least I wish to beileve that's true A high school drop out with fantasies that explains If he can do it I can do it too
Nothing has ever been handed to me.
Are we really meant to move ahead All the things holding us back, sometimes I just lay in bed The war, the debt, the things we can't change I'd speak about it but get labeled insane
For some sleep is rest for the weary. But for others, dreamless sleep is the escape from the prisons.
I am Celestial - Celestial Star.
It's the gaurana, the crickets, the dust bunnies gaurding curtains, gates to a kingdom of ants on a windowsill. It's the tangled, ragged ropes, once daisy chains with wide, flattened faces
When you wake up what do you see? Do you see the world as a cruel unusual placeOr do you see that you were blessed with dreams to achieve everyday.
I've been accepted to college which is such great news the only sad part is that I'll be away from you. Away from your love, away from your laughter but it is ok I'll be fine, I cant stay forever.
Imagination is what keeps me inspired My brain is like a vacuum Drawing in the dreams The fantasies I create It keeps me writing Reading Performing Designing
This wasteland as you can see
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.
I have 156
How you blend in with the pave
I am an optimistic soul I wonder about my past I hear the time keepers hands I see my future I want to start over I am a prisoner of time
There was once a boy who was not willing to fight For he was always humiliated and seen as shy. In him, there was no courage and only fright. He was fragile and only measured a short height.
First I want to start off with “IM SORRY” I was angry, upset, devastated knowing that you were going through some serious shit that I didn’t have any control over.
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.
Soft steps echo in the hushed hall. Dark figures sit and stare while Warm rays of light fall on him. Standing in center stage in front of a piano He bows, and then prepares for what is to come.
Please eat... I hear their silent plea. Eyes look at me carefully. I smile gracefully but can't tame the voice inside of me. "No thanks. I'll have coffee." Can't they leave me be? Getting thin has a fee but I'm not scared. Can't they see?
One night, as I slept, I dreamt a dream of voices. In my dream, I saw young choirs, In the choirs, I saw young children. But no matter what, I heard wonderful singers-
Cocooned. Trapped in lucid pristine existence. Sheltered, Hidden, from troublesome reality. Delicate wings, You stretch them to fly, but ensnared by the inexperience,
I would rather fall into a pit
I flew upon the fragrant wings
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
There's a world outside this hell-hole that I now live. I've been dreaming about it since I was in the second grade, This world is busy yet calming , This world has opportunity and exotic people.
Inspiration What is inspiration but a fanny pack full of hammy down quotes from people no different than you or I. Or is it indifference that allows one to be different. "Haters gnna hate!"
Walking down this road I called home Thinking of all my dreams that seem so far to reach My mind and heart whispers courage but reality seems to crush my dreams
Money There's so much of it in the world but why don't I have any of it? Why does my family struggle so much when others have money coming out of their ears? I'm stuck trying to figure out
I love you more than words can say.
I want to be heard! I want my words, my screams and shouts to be heard by everyone.
A dream thats lost means that all hope is gone A dream thats found means that courage is back on Things that you follow means nothing at all Its until then that you realize to go for a chance
Sitting alone Knowing what I have done
Does anybody up in here have a story to tell or is it just me You know me growing up being the lawyer that I want to be or me growing up being another menace to society
What does our future really have in store for us? Is life still going to be this endless circle of trials Or
Life is payday. You have fifty dollars in your pocket along with the daydreams of what you might buy roses for your future lover the promise of opportunity. Life is tax day.
We took to a tent family of gypsies shadows in the forest, kept from view. We escaped the sunrise, the strangers, the shotguns, the ship’s crew.
What is life? Life is an adventure, a mystery, a gift it's a beautiful thing as it changes, and shifts. Life gives us things we don't understand she has no mercy, she's at times out of hand. That is life.
For years my thoughts were silent Trapped in the matrix of my mind The only resolve, a pen on paper Hoping to leave my past behind. Having no idea how to share myself With the people surrounding me
Who said autumn leaves fall to their death? I think they cover the ground with their beauty, Like colorful souls bestowing their love On the gray roads of rock below. Who said just because your heart is beating
Who said autumn leaves fall to their death? I think they cover the ground with their beauty, Like colorful souls bestowing their love On the gray roads of rock below. Who said just because your heart is beating
You threw me away like a grain of sand, Carried astray by the winds at hand. All for what? Your own self-righteous gain; Hopes that you've preserved your precious treasures of today?
I've realixed that when it comes to life, everything and everyone in it has an imperfection. A slight misunderstanding that the universe as a whole compels to call a fatal flaw that keeps life at its best, from perfection.
Going into college; was a new begining. I was scared yet nervous Anything was possible. Nothing turned out, the way I pictured it. Everything was different.
I wake up in the morning. It's six o'clock and I'm yourning. I get up out my sheets trying to scavenge something to eat then I gotta brush my teeth. since i ain't in a rush I wait for the bus
I am not soft like porcelain I am all sharp edges and corners I am endlessly rough.
The fids are screaming for breakfast I can do that There’s homework still to do I can do that Need to finish next months’ budget I can do that Wait, still need to clean the loo I can do that
Life is something i find myself thinking, yet i don't have much of an inkling, of what i might really be thinking. My thoughts sway and shift, dwell and jump, yet never stop. Life is a universe,
The pit pattering of heart stills Earth stops, water spills Thinking of ourselves as nothing? Passionately desiring for something Others forever against us Not wanting to hold us or defend us
I have awoken From the slumber that has Trapped the billions. Enlightened - by chance - Seeing what they do not, Feeling what they ought to,
Everyone has dreams to make it for their familes get of the hood to live good well some people was born into this world with a sliver spoon in their mouth
You can never fail.
If you ask me what makes me tick then I'd have to tell you I don't tick, I tock And if you aserted I was to pick I'd simpy laugh and decide not If you asked me to fall in line
Dear Anonymous Person, Read this right now, Your worth isn't determined by your grades, your weight, your beauty is infinite, immeasurable like the famous lemniscate. So forget all the hate.
Everyone Dreams But I dream differently Everyone wants to achieve But I want it vividly Family is my motivation
I am alone Every day I sit At the edge of my home and I whisper to the abyss Later I return Hoping to hear A whisper clear From the Abyss
little toad what do you see?i see love hate and apathy;i see cristians jews and athiestsi see fools of sorts who go off to war.but dont know what they are fighting for.
Won’t you listen? Do not ask my name, For that was not my question. Heed my words and my message. Both of you, All of you, Every one of you. The world is crumbling,
You're going to leave a mark on this earth, Weather it's on your tombstone Or your way of living!
The flames molest me
My heart, my mind and my soul It's hurting me to even let this show. Giving up was never an option for me but obstacles in my way wouldn't allow me to see.
I'm beautiful because I know it. im beautiful because I don't have to flaunt it. I'm beautiful because someone doesn't have to tell me.
Understand that life has changes New chapters come, we are forced to turn like pages Some of us live...like we are ageless but overcame by pain and sorrow we ask ourselves "How can we change this?"
None of it feels real but rather surreal
My footsteps are a snare drum, beating with every step I take. Violins hum when I open my eyes. And when I look at you, a blare of tumpets make me joyfully deaf So all I can see is you In all your simple beauty.
When i was young, they all thought i was going to succeed Always compared, whenever my sisters were there All of the pressure that caused me to bleed Once i failed, i knew it was too good to be true
Who are you? No but seriously, who? You think you know me but you really don't. You should get off your high horse but i know you won't. I can't take a step without your watchful eye;
Her skin cold as ice-- Her eyes, black, empty of life; Her poor soul still screams.
What's that thing walking down the hall looking like a plastic Barbie doll everything about her is completely fake That's looking on the outside in that's looking on the outside in of the Gossip Queen
You constantly bug me and ask me whats wrongNot knowing you were the problem all alongThis pain has turned my heart coldSo cold it has blackened my soul
One time I came home from a ni
One time I came home from a ni
Deception and dupery blended w
They were singing in the pagod
Christmas trees being cut down
The only sweater that I ever l
Look up to the stars, They will show you where to go. Let them take you there, To the edge of your world, Where all your fears are shown and all your hopes are destroyed, Come home and then you will know.
When I write, I write because I choose to, When I cry I cry be I’m supposed to, When I die inside it’s because of you. Always telling me you’re so proud, Then I mess up and you draw a crowd,
We love to hate but hate to love everyday i watch girls cover their face with make-up we pour ourselves into our jeans trying to fit the mold of what we think we should be
We love to hate but hate to love everyday i watch girls cover their face with make-up we pour ourselves into our jeans trying to fit the mold of what we think we should be
I stare at myself in the mirror, And the image looking back at me is one that is disappointing, I look in the mirror and the body that appears infront of me, does not match my mind.
We all strive to be such a thing,Beautiful. But we look in the mirror, We study our image, It becomes more flawed, We are eaten alive by our desire, beauty.
Dear to bear witness To this lifes sickness And the grutus way Mankind gets this We are born free Yet born to just die Ur first freedom slipped so quickly Gods beautiful creation
Sometimes I wake up and I wonder is it alright to be this “me”?
There is no peace There is no joy Only darkness The blood stains the walls
Be loud. Be confident. Whats better than being so predominate? Be free, carefree. Try risks bigger than the sea. Be bold. Be kind. Mark the times you thought you would never find.
Abused Never More Never look into your eyes, don't talk to anyone, stay at home at all times,
Seven Billion people. With over 200,000 births every day. How are we supposed to know who we will be?
Hate This disgusted feeling For another human being So wicked For a man who didn't mean a damn thing If you want love honey, go love yourself But instead you chose to spread your legs
Is blue, blue? Or do you see a different hue? Do we all see a different color known by one name? Or do we all see just the same? How can you say blue is blue, When she see's green too?
Adrenaline pumps as a worry wart scurries, preparing the utter but cruel fate of the "real" world. Tick tock, a race against the clock, call me White Rabbit as I tend to fret for the minute feelings in a myriad of ways.
Today is the day I must perform I wake up in the morning and look outside The sun's out. Does that mean I'll be good or-- Will the opposite occur? Its time to go... I drive past homes and stores,
Who do I want to be heard by? The answer is clear All those boys, All those girls, Who don't get toys, When Christmas unfurls. Because they are too poor,
Can’t you see he’s tired? Tired of all the hate? They tell him it’s because he’s weird And this is just his fate Can’t you see he’s tired?
This is the place where all the kids come out to play...when it's real late and no one knows their names. Playing more than video games.
You tear me apart, you quiet, quiet heart
How can things be so difficult one minute, but then dissolve into something so pure? How do people look over the beauty of mistakes and only focus on the bad and evil perspectives?
A reason I give
These things really do happen. We're told our whole lives that if we dream it, we can make it happen Stick with that sport, hobbie, job or talent and it will eventually happen
At some point there comes a time where we have the talk with our parents The talk about success and at some point we all choose to digress
Now Now Now It's not for everyone heck who knows if its for me but theres something about the way everyone has an agenda the way everything is fast paced so much is happening
Life only favors the richWorking hard till deathWill we ever stop to restSeeing the rich enjoy lifeThe poor watch with doleful eyes
As the music plays, the only way to feel again is let love in. Can't you see it? Smiles contagiously shine. Ecstatic bliss overwhelms hearts. Consciences brighten with what is right. The color yellow glistens on the faces of the world.
From the moment we're born, we’re told of the power of dreams, From Disney movies, to children’s bedtime tales And as we grow, and we change, and we learn,
A pretty smile With creativity And discipline You have yet to see me A person with sensibility Coaxed in concentration and diligence You have yet to see me Natural born talent
I hate the feelings of someone leaving
We all wish we could start over;Go back in time and begin anew.Try as we may, we just cannot.This we know, but regret to believe.Everyone wants one more moment.
The other day James told me that he had a almost reached a dream that was close to me, He said he could've went to play ball oversees, but I guess it wasn't meant to be. Which really makes no sense to me,
There come a time in every man’s life Where he learns about who he is destined to be Some day he will take on a wife As he choose her and she choose he
How did he
Bodies in the sand, tight skin, shining eyes, messy hair,taute lips kissed by the sunsrise. New life, wet air, rapid breathes pumping blood wide steps,big dreams.wet cheeks a rushing flood.
I hate the feelings of someone leaving
Everyone talks about what it's like for them How difficult they have it Why the world is unfair to them and why they need to catch a break I'm not one of those people I'm not poor or rich
Many think that strenth lies within a number on a wieght. The truth is strength is measured within the mind. The mind of an ordinary person who has carried more than they can. Who has survived the storm.
I want to learn from the atom,
Do not dry the ocean of my Love.
“Pretty as a princess” That’s what they all say Tuck you into bed with story time. “Wish upon a star” It was just a childhood dream As you stare out the window at night
I've been told, "write what
I've been told, "write what you know" But what if all you know is anger and anxiety and pain and drama and crying into your pillow because all of the available shoulders are occupied?
No such thing complexity is A state of mind in all its being Hope and fear gather here To try and give someone some more time Those who weep because of the unknown
A girl sits in the classroom
As I look at the doors around me, I hear a rattling sound coming from one of my belt loops. Then I look to where the sound came from. I saw a key of rings on my belt loop.
At 12:34am those thoughts start trickling in The world is quiet, no distractions First, a few drops of prose Then, a few analogies get sprinkled in Then all of a sudden, an ocean of ideas pour through my brain
At 12:34am those thoughts start trickling in The world is quiet, no distractions First, a few drops of prose Then, a few analogies get sprinkled in Then all of a sudden, an ocean of ideas pour through my brain
Have you listened lately? Or did you become blinded by what you wanted to hear over what you needed to hear. Selective hearing, I guess? My talent is something God gave me a voice to move the room
I look at your face And my eyes shed a tear
If I took away the I Maybe people would stop the lie The focus wouldn't be on win
Eyes are restless and heavy As a brick on the chest cavity sits. My body feels nothing but pure hunger. A hunger for nothing but more slumber. 6:00 a.m Eyes are still restless and heavy
I See You. So if you say that you see me, can you really...? Can you look past my hips, and beyond my thighs... Behind my eyes and into the depths of my mind..
There's always a problem when applying for college - grabbing bits and coins and whatever you can salvage. Thank goodness there's money for writing this poetry, because if it wasn't there
As the melodies of my pen against paper skitter through my ears, I can't help but wonder if this is right. What about my dreams? What about the future I had for me? I guess this is what it feels like to be free.
I want to dance over the moon. To skip across the night’s stars. To fly just above the ocean’s surface, Then to dive down deep, deeper… To the deepest part of the Blue. I want to roll down a hill,
Darling, Theres a trick to every story: Read the ending so youre not disappointed. Keep your expectations set low But your head held high, Dont let them ever see you cry. Theyre not worth your tears
They Said… They said, you have to be realistic And just live But what does being realistic mean? Do you know what is real and what is not? If dreams are not real Then, what are they?
Although life may seem unclear Believe that their is something for you Consider this a gift yourself Dream.... Everything is now visable..
Is anyone up there? Tired of wondering where, warn out on wondering how, and never getting a reply. If evil is the problem, who can give us the answer? If God is the ultimate good,
As I drift off to sleep, my mind enters into a door of dreams, a door filled with adventures for me. Suddenly, I find myself in the sky in marvelous flight Seeing the world from up so high.
I'm about to spit you something lyrical Have you feeling spiritual Inspirational, sensational literacy I'll make it out the NOLA just wait and I'ma show you By attending college with my profound knowledge
His heart is a spectacular treasure.
My dear Dream! You neither come with comforts nor You let me sleep with comfort. From the day one since I've met you until the time I marry you, I stay obsessed with you,
Life is like having a tick irritating like when you get a prick kinda like getting hit by a brick Sometimes you want to let it go But hold on you might find a glow Walkin throug town you get a little down
i'm gonna polish It 2 a solar flame2 rekindle my subconcious chariotthat bears my virgin senses from:
You couldn't achieve your dreams now you wanna live through me. Looking for my lost thoughts with wall in front of me. How can I achieve when you don't believe in me? It isn't my fault your dreams didn't soar like the trees.
I have dreams They mean so much to me And seems I can't distinguish from reality What am I suppose to do ? What am I suppose to say ?
smoke drifting always into the empty void we call home suffocating our repressed emotions crying to our star-crossed dreams meandering to hollow crooks echoing
Just a small voice Just a drawing in the dirt It is my aspiration To be loved, to be heard As surely as the wind blows As surely as a boat sails As surely as moon shines its light
I remember when candy was sweet And reality was a treat When the world was right And the sun shined bright When smiles were true And the tears were through
No one told you to see them No one asked you to stare No one cared you spent that moment Wishing they weren’t there No one believes the scars are true
I cannot speak, I cannot articulate, I cannot say what I have to say
"Paper has more paitence than people,"a simple saying by Anne Frank that should be an ornate ode.
Flawlss perfection. Perfect body. Perfect Teeth. Perfect clothes. Then theres me. Im a size 18-20 in pants My teeth are crooked and yellow. I think of Walmart as hollister.
Similar to, but unlike her father, depression drove her to drink-
Down the ground lookin' so low All i want to know will I go high, so high that I cant touch the ground? Stuck in this cage with ties that i cant abound I want to be more than this with my uniquness
Fuck staying in one place too long Your life is your own song Written however you want Many people close to you will try to taunt And even haunt Your dreams and aspirations
The cruel silence lingers in the airJust watching with a malicious smileWatching the poor broken girl sobbing
People think they can define you by the way they see you rather than the way you live Money does make the world go round, literally My parents struggling for the best for me and my brothers
Free my mind from this place
She walks around with a smile on her face But no one sees the struggle it takes The weight that she carries is no simple task
Blustery day of finality Friends held dear to heart, scatter Falling caps Mothers laugh, try to snap a picture
Sad stories Some here, some there I write them from my soul But no one seems to care All they hear are woeful tales Brimming eyes with tears I wonder if they feel the pain between the lines
I know what you’re thinking, Here goes another Muslim. Preachin, teachin tryna change the way the world sees them. But I’ll make this quick. I’m NOT a refugee Born in the south next to American Babies
The building blocks you put down stack so high that they touch the sky The skyscrapers you make are so tall they remind me that I'm so small And I admire your optimism
I just can't find the right one. What am I doing wrong? They say go with the money. I say I want to go where ever my heart desires. But I have had a personal struggle with having too little.
And as I digress I realize there is nothing more I can ever do than to accept myself Being nurtured and loved by the same society that turns around and disownes you for what? Being Fat Short legs Huge boobs
I want so much I work hard for it Yet it seems out of my reach Constantly put down Saying I won't achieve my my dreams But I believe One day it will happen One day I'll make it happen
The first time I began to scoot, crawl and walk towards my dreams of accomplishing more than I had dreamed The first time I began to imagine a world unlike the one I lived in, a utopia where dreams and realities would collide
I never thought I would hate the sunset,
Tick Tick Tock Tock Minutes slip away on my clock. Need some motivation, The days keep passing while I’m on vacation. So what keeps me going, Makes me want to keep growing?
You tell them the truth , your secrets. You let them fall right through. Misjudged them as somebody you can trust , then they turn on you , fake people, we donated our lives our pride and secrets.
Not a worry in the world Everything is fine No trouble in your life Not even through mine
I used to hate my face. I defined my beauty by how many likes I got on my profile picture Or by how many people said they liked the way I looked. I was so embarrassed by my interests And if people made fun of them,
For a long time I searched For the thing that brought me solace. When I was young I loved to read, And my sister wanted to be an author And being the little sister, Naturally I did too.
I don't write because I can, Or because I think I'm good at it, Or because I want applause. I write because, next to my lungs, Words are what keep me breathing, And the link between my left hand
Winds carry freedom,whisper countless stress The nightly wreck of stress becoming mess
The job that will change my life is a news reporter. Lights camera action knowing what's happening looking serious with a shocking reaction live infront of a screen with tons of makeup on because I'm ugly
Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Is high school over? Is it off the clock? Tick Tock, Tick Tock, I'll be ready for college, To gain more knowledge.
As children we think life will be easy. When we were young we thought that all the rules would go away, all the pain would cease, school would be out forever, and we thought we would have all the money in the world.
to be heard or to be seen which is superior? i posit they are the same What need is there of a voice when hands are quite capable? a language of the hands lives among us
My demons Have your face now. Haunting my existence. Creeping into my dreams. My nightmares. Keeping me awake Keeping me on edge. Keeping me your prisoner…
when i dream,I am walking outside.it's always darkand storm clouds fill the sky. there are lush trees all around me;above me, behind, below.but every step I takeis slugglish, heavy, and slow.
I was on my computer talking to some chick I barely knew. I can't remember the conversation, but it was a nice chat. She was surprisingly friendly.
I'm a rich kid, grown in the suburbs, lost then found in life, collected on this never ending circus tour, where is my pride, my faiths contour, lost as his mother screams,
I'm frightened I feel over whelmed. My panics are black Along with my Scores. My GPA exists bulky, albeit i have to compensate for everything. My banquet. My automobile. My institute.
I'm bouncing around
When I'm with you my head is on the clouds
You fought a war for almost 23 years
Ever since the age of seven, I've been told I'm gifted, but what does that even mean?-- That I can pass a standardized test with a little more ease that those around me?
I rise like a dead man alive; A walking, talking, breathing, eating Corpse that's trying to revive Its human sense of dignity. The house is full of mine and theirs, The furniture, the memories.
She's standing there among the leaves, Quieter than the sounds of snow
When does it stop? And where does it begin? Is it how you got there? Or does it only matter that you're here. You've been through the worst, and you've given your best.
We wake up every morning because they tell us to. Throwing on clothes they see as proper.
Time passes, Memories are made, Seasons change, Feelings shift, Friendships evolve, Life goes by quick, Yet ever so slow, Like a snail, Feelings fade, Friendships not as strong,
Will you believe, and see that two plus two can be something other than four?
What a simple thing to ask When I'm screaming crying dying inside to be heard When the world crumbles all around me When the floor drops from beneath my feet
Someone start the countdown to the breakdown of my people,
It makes sense that we all be troubled but don't be overwhelmed by your struggle.
Here's another older one to round out the 5 for tonight :3 I'll post more tomorrow, maybe I'll even write a fresh one for you~* Dreams boil in my chest Hot and fierce they burn my flesh
It is unfortunate That a nation that once believed in its children Is now built upon the backs of them
The walls are moving. They shift in and out in tight, undiscernible patterns: Quickly, slowly, Scraping your back when you try to turn. They get too small; They become too narrow some ways.
Life is too short to sleep Nights become extended days As bills pile up and books become your walls Classes fill up your autumn, winter and fall
We're so young, In a world so old. We think we know what we want, And what we need. We form dreams, And run after them. However, Sometimes while we're running,
-Dreamers are dreamers, we all dream of something -Some dreamers are "fake-believers", and those become "unachievers" -To find what drives you, and imbrace it, is actually living the "dream"
Life is full of twist and turns Sometimes you'll be sad Sometimes it'll burn It'll be good and bad Don't think your alone I'll be there every step of the way So change your tone
Make a wish for me When the stars fill up the sky As the hours pass you by Dream a dream for me think of only love when the stars above are winking at the moon that's shining on your pillow
I never dreamed that my life would be Applying for a scholarship using poetry Thinking many scholarships would be as sweet as tea Enjoying the fact that many are free
Unspoken words are grotesque
Loneliness is like an abyss A world filled with endless darkness A place where light is consumed The heart trembles because darkness laughs It shivers because the shadows devours the soul
"I have a dream" - 4 words that don't really mean much, but have empowered an entire race of people, but I'm not here to talk to you about race.
My Solitude Puts me in a mood
I've seen you and yet I haven't
Under the blankets of my bed I awake. Even if my mind feels dead It's not. It runs from the boogie creature: A killer. But even in my dreams I still seek her (Seek me).
Time went by Her heart was left in her home town The college would be her new home
Little does he know, it's always been him.
They had a story. More like a twisted fairytale.
The escape that has no limits, with endless stories that only lasts for minutes, the cruel but sweet fate that only comes once we wake.
They say they are so proud of you They say you are the best of them Yet when it gets down to it It’s not their claps, nor their cheers
I’m sorry fatherSometimes I forget to pray
Taken from the rhythm of life Immersed into the pit of life as you know it Guided yet lost Controlled yet self- determined Sought after as a case revived by the aid of hope
They Say A Goal Gets You To Your Dream , But Is There A True Difference Behind The Scences ? You Write Down A List Of Things You Want To Accomplish , What Do You Title The Page ?
You’re so mesmerizing; you’re the definition of desire. My heart throbs at the sight of you. You’re layered with sensitivity and covered in morality, which defines you.
The sun may dim, And the stars may become void.
The sun may dim, And the stars may become void. But, Hope can be created,
He didn't ever understand, but it wasn't him. it was me and him.
Right now, The walls are closing in, It's really getting really hard because I'm losing all my friends, And I'm suffocating because I'm running out of room here.
I love to read i loved to read before I understood the things I read and this urge for books and quills had led me to the library The time for sitting in the far corner
I just want to thank you for the chance to tell you about who I am and what I’m trying to accomplish. I’m assuming that even if you didn’t ask me, you must have wanted to know who I really am?
Talkative people and silent movers stalk their sleep without a peep. sinking and rolling, never really knowing if ground is up and if down is round. Reality fades into managing days
When the moonlight shines through the broken glass, I will remind my self of my shattered past. I swore I wouldn't cry A vow I could not keep A decision I never thought
As my eyes close my mind is blown..
My eyes close only to be reopened uploading with cerebral motions visual explosions
I thought he was intangible He's fragile He is frozen in time He's scared He is now going slow motion in reverse His words are misguided They tear everything apart He battles his secrets
I life, we have a dream
Night after night, I somehow find myself
For I once counted Daffodils in my sleep, So delicate and unique. But no more can I sleep, For the devil has a hold of me oh so deep. For I once counted Daffodils in my sleep, So delicate and unique.
A young girl trying to make it out. I just do what makes me happy. I do what i want to do and no one has an effect on me. I want to be a cop on day. Who is there to stand in my way? Nobody.
I. I wonder if I’ll ever learn to spell the word receipt without having to google it first, if I’ll find the courage to pull back the curtain and enter into the uncertainties of my life
"I have a dream" a wise man once said, where everyone is created equal But how is it that dreams could come with a price tag that's deceitful? They tell you growing up to always "shoot for the stars"
Darkness consumes me. My surroundings slowly seep into my body. I have no control over my body. I try to move but something has tied me down. All I can feel is the tears that roll down my face.
A sick child, I made a wish I wished for a future, I wished for a cure I wished for a miracle, but I got more Defying all odds, I'm still alive Two years into college, and still I strive
As a new cycle begins I found him in a new light, speaking of a past love he would replace me with. And so I sat poolside as a beautiful girl I'd always wondered about surfaces, her hair was gone but her scalp shimmered.
The alleyways are littered with broken bottles Bleeding amber liquid A fixer Another boy pulls the trigger And paints the dirt with Something blue
Social Media Facebook - Making a page that will deliberately describe what I want to say.
The days of my youth are so hard, but in a way kind.I can do anything I set my mind To. WIthout Knowing this, I would be blind.I will do whatever it takes to succeed.IT IS IN ME, I have everything I need.
The smoke creeps perfect ‘neath and ‘round each hearse, as liquid darkness consumes the light over all the Earth. Bodies lay everywhere dead lifeless to noise and sound, to
The hobby of learning earns weird looks. I try not to see them while I read my books. I know some day I'll be in college, And I will love my extensive knowledge. But it's difficult to see that far ahead,
At age 17 I didnt know where to start High school was ending and the beginning of college was not that far I didnt have clue of what dreams to pursue But I wise woman told me 'always follow your heart'
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
Your fear freezes your ability to see my dreams Your fear keeps me trapped and unhappy Your fear is determined for me to follow the masses Your fear is soul crushing
sun trickles away
They're selling "dreams" for the price of your soul. Wrapped in pretty green paper,
Movies and films are much more than just fun. films that reveal victims that are more than done. i want to be a director that shares their dismay, I'll show how good wins but how evil still poisions the day.
When we're under the sheets I'm more than just dreaming I'm in a better place, bigger than just my fairytale
I push and I push,
Tick, tock. 1:23 pm on the clock. She's 3.98 150.5 5'8''
Since they're older, they think they know what's best. But when asked the questions, they couldn't pass the test. It's hard enough to make it in this world, Without their input on our dreams being curled.
This is how an Angel dies Forced to hear of man's cries Upon the legions of those soon to suffer His ears lay a buffer As his wings crumble away He sees those of earth Awaken for another day
I have the same routine when I wake up, In the morning. Put on my shirt and jeans Go to work. Typically I make coffee for breakfast, Getting two hours of sleep My body craves it.
Never give up when in doubt After darkness light will shine Even during a struggle never pout Your pain will go away with a great amount Just be patient with your time
We as human beings tend to focus on the negative instead of the positive. We usually can't help it, it's form of habit. A habit passed down since, well... forever. Sometimes though...
Dreaming is the language that my mind speaks
This: a whirling vicious cycle underneath
The key falls into my hand. The door opens. Piercing noises around me Subside. I have to hide, before they take me back. I run Into a never ending hall of doors Leading to infinite worlds.
What's real in the eyes of men? Must we suffer from the seven? The world is plagued by worry and pain, and I wish to avoid the reality stain. Worlds are created by the mind.
If I aspire to nothing I will be nothing. If I work hard I'll only be disappointed But... If I work for me I will achieve greatness. If I live to love I shall crash and burn.
Most of my motivation is gone. I see no moving forward.
What disease has plagued us causing generous people to become so treacherous? Is it poverty, obesity, or something with the heart
The music that flows through my ears Flows through my veins As I dream about the future And all there is to gain In the industry of creative beats Made through love desire and pain
The steady hum , the consistent stitching. What seems to have been a million parts is now One. It slips over a form, curves and drapes and ruches. From sketch to sculpture, garments become art.
To reach the dream I can achieve The only support is I need to believe Time is my only foe Hoping one day write for a television show To begin my route, it will be an uphill battle
My dream job is not the job that I need
DESIGNER Choosing between red and blue, Or if the frame is too high to view. Don't worry, I'll help you,
Connect the streams of dreams of the lost man Where an ocean of passion for art lies In the brain of his youth, while gaming. Feel the crushing waves of the obstacles
Sheets- warm and cozy- ocean waves of blue
My dream job isn't a job at all Well, at least for me it's not I mean, your dream job shouldn't feel like a job
Ever since I was a youngin' I always had Big Dreams I would walk down the block and have fantasies about expensive things I would make Lamborghini engine sounds pedaling my bike I had envisioned the luxury life as a tike
This is a tale Of a child Who found Love in a realm of Fear With courage and her pen Vowed to spread Happiness through the dreary land One life mission, one tool in hand
Dream a little dream of me Dream that one day we all can be The same, with equal opportunity Come on Don John, don’t be a jerk After all, we just want to work
When your vision distorts And ragged breath is the only audible sound Ears are pouring out discrimination Because for once, twice, or more they can no longer be chided
I am a student I am a child I am one looking to go to college I am a student I am a child I am one that has dreams I am a student I am a child I am one that will become a doctor
The snap of a shutter, so quiet and final.
I'm losing my mind it's three in the morning and my mind is starting to unwind, I'm going on auto drive and everything is so intensified,
The struggles, the pain, the moments of happiness and anger all pushed into this funny thing called life. For the most precious gift God gave you it teaches the differences between Heaven and
Just close your eyes And dream a perfect life. Instead of living An imperfect one.
O, to teach The humble and the meek
Helping people day and night Helping people left and right Rain or shine For Saddness or happy This is my job, my calling, my happening Healing the sick or fixing the disabled
I have a house I call my own, within a white cerebral sky. It’s lively and it flows, but someday it’ll die. Splattered with pink, red, and white,
A drop of melatonin
I walk into the classroom in the morning. It's empty. The vision of seeing young students in front of me rattles my bones, shakes my fingers, speeds my heart. I'm nervous. Nervous about
Electricity and power and thoughts inside Music, and wonder and time It’s just a glimpse inside my mind Worry and hope and tears I’ll cry Happiness and running and learning to fly
It’s been a year, a year since I’ve been to a concert.
She is all the exit signs that lead to North Carolina. chasing stardust trails with her fingertips. She is sitting in a black leather chair watching a boy she loves get his hair shaved off.
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...
Who am I? Am I the person you see right in front of you? Am I the person you hear people talking about? Am I the person crying out for attention? Am I the person who needs your approval on who I am?
Every smile is not a smile within Whether its love or hate, its never an easy sin Tears of both pain and joy are seen as one These tears have no name, are always unknown
The layered glory and weakness, The wounded and the broken, Finally receive good news. Some of the lost have been found. Some of the dying have been saved. Some of the bad have been beaten.
I call it a goal because I know I will get there. traveling the world... creating digital biographies and producing shows... Yeah, I know what they'll say. " It sounds to grand for reach."
one job to alterredifinemoldshapean expendable mind. is what she dreams ofdoing - a reason to rubher eyes, wake up andseeevery day.
When I was younger All I wanted to be Was a princess A dancer
There are seven billion people on this planet that I have yet to meet, and one hundred ninety-five countries I have not visited. Yet I am stuck in this insignificant town,
What is a goal?
Why write when Tim Horton’s has the NEW RED VELVET CUPCAKE? When Zara’s new floral jeans are $49.99? They also sell knitted sweaters, flat rim hats, faux gold necklaces, OPI nail polish, Mavi jeans
Close your eyes and imagine All the things that could happen Wake up to a cup full of coffee
There grows a boulder On the path that I walk Rock grows on my skin So I am tough Trying to find a new All of the sudden it appears A detour, a way I start the new knowing, Time passes by
I might not live to take in my next breath,
An average jobWith an average payA comfortable settingThat’s my forte I want to workStay humble and healthyMeet someone, fall in loveAnd stay close to family
Dancing, swirling, threads and beads Reaching about the fragile frame. Entwined in the many strands Are my many horrible dreams. Many were caught in the never-ending web. Caught and never to escape
DreamsThey are a pretty thingScary as hell but also very amazingHopes
Life hits you like a bolt to a tree,
If you had a nickel for everytime I cared, you would be rich. Richer than a millionaire. So let me be that man who hands you the coin everytime I entertain you or annoy.
I was just 19 when i finished highschool and didnt quite know if i could get into a good school. The ambition I have put me on a higher level then my peers making me realize that i can make it without having fears.
It's graduation All my hard work has paid off It's my time to shine
A house, a home, a dream;
Dreamscape By: Anyssa Q. E Silence, before the darkness hung; Within this pristine prism of crepuscule.
There once was a bird who wanted to fly. She wanted so badly to sore the sky. But she had a few bent feathers. They said theyw ill stay that way forever. Sometimes all she wanted to do was cry.
I've always been a dreamer visions are what I see but no one understands them just like a lost bee
Wishes passed onto you When life turns round It sets a wall So very, very tall Separating two sides
Ground up Sky down Chained by wronging Pressed knee deep in sorrow All around fades Memories become echoes
The doors open slowly, Too hard to close so easily. Don't look back, move forward. Let's go then, to a landscape Ravaged by the pain of innocents: children's dirty faces
A world of wonders,
While I sleep silently,
It's dangerous, y'know, To live your dreams, To just get up and go. I could do something smart. Be a teacher, or major in business, In the ladder of succes take part.
At sixteen years of age, in some ways I am not the girl I once was. I am not the care-free little girl who had no qualms. I am not the girl whom making friends was the easiest task in the world.
Weave a we
Permanant marker X's All across her mirror She stands in the same spot And looks at every error Like a wrong answer Like a failed assignment But at least she won't have to look
With a white lab coat
My name is Lauren and I have a really crazy dream.
My goal in life is not to change my own but to bring light to another's. In time of need and suffering, I want to be there. To put a smile on their face, to ease what is uneasy... that is my life goal.
Music, The notes fall off the page You listen to the beat The melody that flows Tap your foot That’s the groove that you love to listen to Batcha The drums go
Dreams come true If I’m willing to reach them My future will be blue If I do nothing to complete them Everything can change By doing things that I enjoy By looking at what I can do
Forever I walk the world alone And forever I’ll walk in the dark And forever I’ll go where no one goes And forever I’ll wish these truths weren’t so Forever I’ll search for peace
It's just one jobnothing more nothig lessIt's just one jobIm going to get itIm better than him, way more qulified than her, no chance on them.but it's just one jobThat's not what having me was for
The land of dreams but I'm home to schemers lost dreamers through cold realities of life hoping just to see the day no thought on what the future lies only hoping to everything done by sunset
Some say to teach is to die but I say that's a lie. whose to say children aren't precious? With their creativity in their hands and their imagination in their minds.
Different faces are other worlds, Sepererated by blue bodies, And met by metal scraps in the sky. A life that would melt the ice, And separate the tied tongue Is a sweet I wish to try.
We all have that one goal in life That one job we’ve dreamed about all our lives since we were little Whether it was to become a princess like Cinderella To be the firefighter that saves the day
My brain is hard wired to fear as it is to everyone. Make a decision, Make a decision, My brain is saying to me. One job change can change one's life.
No ear may hear
One who’s life must seem to those outside imaginary, must then wish for Dreams to come true Yes, for that I importune, God or Goddess that be: Let Dreams be free.
Sometimes the nasty nature
I know wha
It is the sound of hushed breathing. It is the rhythmic silhouette of strides, the perfectly choreographed dance. It is the way that the summer sunlight creates small crystals in the hanging spider webs.
Not sure exactly when it started I just know I was young
You have a million things crossing your mind.time, money, bills, and schooling.So many things that you have to keep track of.As soon as you lose grip you're losing sight of.
Forever sounds good Lose you, I not sure I could They say distance breaks everything But I still love you I'm through with them There's nothing they can say to push me down
Laying down at 3 am, In the darkness of the night I feel an irresistable urge To write and write and write. Something more practical Is what I had in mind
Come one! Come all! Step into my tent of ancient truths, Do not be shy sir, have no fear, For there are no signs of smoke and mirrors here, Faded pictures come alive,
Spider, Blood-Sucker no more Webs, infinite connections, brushed away Fields, Lines, in the sky, Bearing down on Highways I need Fields and Lines too These ones though, Cannot Feel them
To inspire, to write, to live my dream as a writer could only begin Fiction, goth, romance, mystery what to choose, what to do To be a writer is to insipre to inspire is to live My dream as a writer
One day I’
In the ruins, I was born to a mother but no father a female child with chocolate skin just another young pretty thing with dreams of big things in a city of lost hopes
I go to succeed, to get my degree, then life slams the door. With death, with hardships. So young. Then I pick back up and get knocked back down. By who? Obstacles. But I stood up to inspire.
The few kind souls that reside Are those whom are thrown aside Grouped and slaughtered by the masses
My dream job, to help people, to put my life on the line for others, to protect the people from dangers of crime
Young girl first dreams of being A stereotypical dream to be a princess Like in those magical not realistic fairytales To sit pretty in a fancy dress, to wait for the elusive Prince Charming
Half the Christmas lights burned out above my head just like my dreams. "Don't be so dramatic."
Simplicity, smiles, that's all I ask. I want to help, heal, and hopefully receive all the love I put in the world. A doctor? Lawyer? Nurse? Psychologist? Who knows.
As child I was always asked "when you grow up, what do you want to be?" and without a doubt I just knew I wanted to teach english to be exact reading stories excited me
How many steps will it take for me to get there? How many hours in a day, a week, will I waste? A path full of competitors and deceivers All trying to get to the same place
My future was unclearA dream with no nameIt began to draw nearStill now it remainsThough once unseen
Struggling to be free. What is freedom?
motivation is Key if you wish to succeed Wake up pumped to achieve that one job more than job its a career that keeps you smiling even when
Growing up, we were asked to choose Doctor, Lawyer, and Princess too. There was only one job that I Ever thought could change my life And still be enough. Reading, writing, critical thinking.
My dream job would be Full of smiles Simple organized files Neatly printed papers about successful living lives. Where in the paper tells How they overcame their spells On how reality was so sad
Humans will always want, long, and desireI can see it every day, desire is in our nature
I wish you called me baby like her. But as soon as your lips curved, The barely audible sound waves pierced the air, I wish you hadn’t. It’s just not the same and every time you do
See I have this thing I do; I write. Most people say I can’t do it forever but I don’t see why not, See it lifts me up so high above the clouds it changes your life,
One Job. One life to make a difference. One chance to change how people live. One person,
I am a dandelion waiting to be destroyed by wishes and dreams
Most find their heroes in glorious, flowing capes. I find mine working several hours straight. Lab coats, patient's notes, many kinds of machinery, These are some things that mean everything to me.
Books Are made of up sweet-smelling ink and paper That are so saturated with potential They are weapons My hands ache to weave a tapestry with silk threads of words
What’s it called when you work hours on end? Yet every minute seems worth wild I think it’s the same thing that makes me smile That phrase “If you love what you’re doing then you’ll never work a day in your life”
Parents do not work, they love what they do the weight of finding a career on my shoulders. I would hate to disappoint them, so i reach out to business owners wanting to make some money.
As a child who loved to readI grew up with stories all around me.Stories of courage, of adventure,of little girls who weren't afraid to dream. Those stories shaped me into who I am,
Becoming a nurse. Being the helping hand. Reaching out. Going beyond. Stepping out. Leaving the country. Helping others. Make the change. Be the change. Be the helping hand.
I look down, And she looks up. My brown eye, to her black one. I walk on above, she swims in the pool. Separated by only, Fifteen feet and a tilted pane of glass.
Id like to create a world with my vision, Soaring through skies and being able to see the sun shine. The waves crashing creating a collision, All atainable with my dream of being in Game Design.
The air was heavy The stage lights were bright All around the room Eager faces listened for the mic
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 am an airport bartender with a PASSION for acting And a DREAM of making it to the silver screen. I see hundreds of people a day....I will greet you with a smiling face to say,
If I can make one child's life better, i'll have done my job.
Ah, the children! Beautiful, adorable, cheerful From the moment of birth To their late teens. Who could ask for a better job? Helping them stay healthy and being at their side
To have any job I desired Would be quite a miracle. Toiling day in, day out But enjoying it- that is the key. Although I have not always had the most pleasant Experiences at the dentist,
They'll call me the chameleon Smooth criminal at one point hero the next Saving the privot Ryans, Thwarting the villians... I'll be loved by millions or rather I'd be known by them
I look out at the still black water
to witness the life. to cross harsh borders and hear the people sing. of pain at death, of joy at birth. to hear scratchy voices. to breathe in the community and the inborn harmony.
She was a worker from Primerica The best company in America Studies her way out to be a doctor By the watchful eye of her brother, the protector
The mysteries of the mind elude the untrained,
Lately I've been dreaming of you. They were peaceful, happy dreams: Dreams full of smiles and laughter, Innocent dreams of love. I love you more than you know. And the times we share mean the world to me.
There's two people staring back at me, a reflection; a nightmare. The difference between the one in the mirror, the one I want to be, is that, unlike the one in my nightmare,
My dream job would be to own a philanthropic missionary comapny. I would love to be the CEO of a world wide company that builds houses, shares the gospel, and feeds and clothes the poor.
I live in my dreams Blind when my eyes are open Closed is when I see.
A poem from the heart by: Jazmyn Edmonds
A dreamer be in wakeflness and sleep I saw the edge of the world last night it was a waterfall that poured out the sea I did impossible things last night sailing a ship over the edge of the world.
You’re just a girl.
according to some legend, when one is unable to sleep at night, it means someone is dreaming about them. now i dont know who you are or why youre dreaming of me but its 3 am.
Motherhood is never easybut it’s the best job in the worldthe world will tell you differentbut never listen to their liesthey don’t know the joy and beautyof raising up a child.
The one thing that everyone loves, Are the strings of chords that create a buzz. Long gigs create late nights, But I'll keep going with all my might. Excelling each instrument may be hard,
My musical talent never was up to par All the other kids in the class could strum their guitar
The noose had been tightening around my neck Or more specifically, my waist As my skin began to seemingly Melt from my bones I found myself trapped in a terrible cycle
I am bumped and shoved, Yet somehow that doesn’t affect me. I love New York. It’s where I belong. Getting caught in the hustle and bustle that the city life has to offer, That’s what I want.
"I'm here." "I can understand." "Don't worry." "Take my hand." I want to be the light, to scatter away the dark. The voice of reason, the first hopeful spark.
Creative expression is all I see, but how can it be, for the world to see? To see the world that I do see, I create my world for thee. Poly by poly my world takes shape, My stories, my dreams, my fantasies create.
to help. all i ever wanted was to help, when i was a child to be. strong, the one to make my family proud to win. even when it was prideful or greedy, i wanted to succeed.
Dream job? What's a dream job? Its what my soul yearns for To help people To better their lives Will also better mine Build house, donate food, comfort, and love People in need all the above
You’d be as shocked as I was If I were to tell you that you
Going back to school, another 3 years, To many, this thought alone would bring tears. Not for me however, I am filled with excitement, To me, that is another 3 short years of enlightment.
We dance, dance endlessly in a gentle-swaying torrent,
My dream is help athletes. Heal their injuries and ease the pain. Give them tips on how to gain their strength back. Filling a bag with freezing, cold ice. Heating up a pad for a sore back.
The stress of this workload Is causing me to go insane. It's starting to hurt my brain, Feeling like it's going to burst And cause eternal pain. I start to question At the end of the road,
My career will not become my cause Rather my change will be my life’s law To choose a job that will always galore Only can be received through the divine This job is to pore out his love’s open door
The power to create, To enable, To relate, To deliver a message, To celebrate, To create a world, To give image to thought, To give reason to rhyme, From the collective pot,
I had a dream, that one day I could save lives. I had a dream that I could make a difference, and my patients in return could change me. I had a dream that I was a Registered Nurse.
Timeless Stone An ageless face Carved under sunlight, Ripened by moonlight. A tasteless taste
What is in my way? In the way of my dream? Incorrect phrasing. Who is in my way? Is it the society that surrounds me? No. Is it my dad who wants me to be a money-maker? No.
Trap in the black, warp in the dark. A world bathed in gray and black, its tearing me apart. My mind is concealed afraid to reveal. Inside me all, my difference is what I seal.
A Thorny Mountain Raveled with spikes of venom With no end in sight
In a moment---I could be at a desk, Taking names and answering doors, In a moment---I could be organizing spreadsheets. In a moment---I could be I could be I--could--be
To have goals is to believe you can do it. Reaching for the unimaginable is tough, especially since it is never imagined.
New wonders await, I have much to discover, Researching is great.
She stands there quietly Trying to fight down the fear She’s next in line, next to audition Hoping she makes it to the end She’s biting her lip, worried she’ll forget A single word or a whole line
Doth thy wonder, In thy sleep, Of a place where dreams come true, And your heart be forever at ease?
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,
No matter where I go, I can't explain away, the limitless attraction to a girl who knows her way. She's a mystery to us all, and a puzzle to a tee, a conundrum to her parents,
Inside a mall I see a man, about as tall or taller than me. Near the pearly marble fountain he stands, just about happy as happy can be. I asked him, "Sir what brings you here,
Jobs mean many things From stability to money From a home to food From a livelihood to a family To me that one job means freedom It means that I have the freedom to choose
Revised. Oh how I'm looking forward to the future But what if I FAIL? I don't want to be a Loser But only time will tell What if I get a job and I don't like it? I guess I won't know until I try it
I am a secondary English teacher. At least, I dream to be. I want nothing more than to shape a generation and inspire people like me to want to teach and create and grow and learn
Images , voices , ideas , and emotions. Memories, thoughts, ambitions, and fears. A series of unfortunate events. Falling down and not being able to get back up, I’m trapped.
Life; Like the swift hand of an angry mother Struck me in the face Sending me to my knees begging for a change Time; They say will heal the wounds of the past But with each passing day
Mother Hope your happy now Your dream Was lived through your child But what ABout mine Must I repeat this par- adigm So I go Wondering Should my dream stay A dream
All my life I've seen a sea of faces All my life I've been scared of the minds behind them Always judging, always looking, what are they thinking? Are they thinking about me?
At this time I'm crawling in deeper Never wished I'd left but instead Always wanted this very same thing Maybe I'll pass by my dreams Funny the way they play in my head
youth pastor thats what i wana be the kids are the future and i want to show that Jesus loves them that all they got to know follow the book he gave us to read
Promised since a young age.Looked forward tobut taken away suddenly.Taken so suddenly that it leaves aSPACE.A deep, empty space that burns
Why am I Allergic to life Why can it not just be you and I I just want a chance To use my love Oh, makeup The career that will never come
It is at night that my thoughts speed up, rising and crashing over my brain like an ocean wave knocking at my thoughts. It is then that creativity captures me and enthralls me in the world of literature that
My dream job is one that I did not think of when I was five. Every kindergartener wanted to be a doctor, a princess , a prince or something from their minds.
Serenity in my hands Sand in my feet The glow of the day I plan on meeting the experience someday I have always had dreams Night and Day Of my aspirations being live and not just dangling in my head
Look; the darkness is so pristine; the bitter night's air tastes fresh and clean; Tell, me can you smell the evergreen? Ahead, the sky, it curves like a bowl, does it not? Look as it ripples and folds;
I grew up believing poor was a four letter word an
My job is change your life. It is to make sure you're still trying and in the game. Don't give up because someone says so or more so if the voice inside your head is telling you No.
I struggle to put the words in my head Down on paper. Words hold power, and mine would stir The minds of those who thought they knew me. Other worldy, inter galactic thoughts.
I stare out the window, watching the rain It rolls down the window like the tears on my face. This pain, this fear, I’ve been trying for years To make it go away, to make it disappear.
She stands in the middle looking on Surveying another queen's domain Careful of the feline eyes that follow her The royalty so briefly locked away She is the ever-watchful caretaker
They gave me a two dollar tip, a Two Dollar tip! After seventy-five dollars of food they give a two dollar tip I answered every question,I gave all the food On top of that they knew it was good
Any job would change my life Since I am way too young to be a wife I dream to work for international law I would fight for what is right with every tooth and claw. I would at least need a doctoral degree
Yeah you only live once That's why you got to live smart trying to get ahead in life can't be making shots in the dark But hear me clearly cant get nowhere if you don't try
If only I could change the world just right now
Things that could be , Would be , and will be created. I will be the one that designs it. With my own imagination and determination
If not today, then someday. I want to be the modern day Shakespeare. I wanna wake up with my heart pounding because my job gives me a rush of adrenalin, for I know my job would leave a long lasting cultural impact.
The mirror before her Shows different from the view within. Stiches sewn along her two lips I see her bloody outcry. Black blue and purple covering her pale white flesh
Deep in my mind Imagination was born, Constricted in bind My imagination had torn. The walls that had lied, That constricted my life Are no longer alive. Now that I'm free
We are so focused on teaching our young people to dream that we forget to teach them how to reach these things
I had a dream last night and in that dream i dreamed that all my dreams had come true all of the dreams that i had ever dreamed good or bad, my dreams where becoming my reality in this particular dream
Lights camera action. We are the people who bring dreams to life. With a deft slight hand we create a brand of image that only we can imagine. If we can dream it we can make it
I grew up with nothing no money, no family, no friends, no future. It was for those things that I believed I'd be drunk on my couch every night, rather than going somewhere.
Persistence is thisodd thing.It pushes us past our limits—it is an unpresedenceof our capabilities. It is fueled by a why and produces a legacy.
How do you see a voice? Is it sharp and smooth? Is it distiguished and elegant? Is it happy and full of hope perhaps? Does it have brown skin? Peach skin? Skin covered in freckles?
It's a man's world, They say with a cocked eyebrow and a daring smirk of superiority. I've heard that one before. Faced that fight. It's nothing I'm afraid of.
Wake up from your pitty of dream you were only ever a dream go into the sky were you belong , and never wake up from your pitty
A job equals money Ain't it funny? But there goes your time An asset most prime. Don't want to sit behind a desktop When my body wants to shoo-bop A job like the Grease greasers
A world now not a world then Forever changing only time may mend A days work never unrewarded True lives and words unspoken Ties between those prepared to be broken At that I take my leave as a token
Imagine a world with no sense of privilege, no sense of self betterment, no sense of egocentrism. If everyone were the same, then no one would feel downtrodden. Everyone would feel the obligation to help one another.
Strands of DNA, unraveling before my eyesthe mysteries of life, a miracle unplannedtiny particles unmarred by societysparkling stars scattered within the minutethriving gems to make a heart beat
The eyes glare at me I stare back All hope receeding Just stuck there. Not one to give up I go on Paintbrush touches lips I push it. Revealing the truth
Needing money for college to study finance to teach others how to save money for college.
Would anything get done if everyone agreed -
Huh! She jolts upwards Blood rushing
They say that if you do what you love you will never work a day in your life. But what if you love to things , can a person combine both passions. I have deep roots and
They say that if you do what you love you will never work a day in your life. But heat if you love to things , can a person combine both passions. I have deep roots and
I dream it I breathe it I feel it I want to be it Success
Words are taken for granted. Written in books that just sit on shelves. Children no longer want to read but play video games. What about the children who suffer. depression anxiety
I'm thinking of a Master Plan Only 1 dollar in my pocket, the other filled with lint I told you I'm thinking of a Master Plan Nothing like the get rich or die trying I am not 50 Cent man
the bookworm knows where to find her favorite book amass the novels wedged between
Once was a heart of a dreamer, Full of aspirations, Hope of the nation. Once was a toxicated heart of a dreamer, Crippled by disbelievers, Only left with imaginations.
Every hour of everyday, I see new worlds that none but I can see. A flurry and flood of creative innocense, the likes of which could never be believed.
vampire is what they call me with teeth gleaing white and a freezing touch we have a hunger that burns deep i wont take much till you fall asleep 4/26/13 CNA
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When I woke up this morning I dreamt I could not moveI dreamt that I was a broken machine with a shard stuck in the grooveI dreamt that I could not believe that other things could breathe
Staring at her past self Evaporated Dreams Waistline Increased Color Dimmed Snapshots of happiness Endless Sunny Skies Playful Fights Summertime How old was she?
Do what you can And wile you can Do what you will So you can fulfill The wishes that you have And I will stand on your behalf
I've always thought that dreams were unattainable, Something you wished for, it's kind of unexplainable. I've always wanted to travel the world, Preaching the gospel, and telling all the boys and girls,
If I could do what I loved everyday,
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,
❤ The warmth burning my skin
Excerpt from his life, he would never want to recollect.
I've gotten so used to the rain that I hardly feel it anymore It's liek a friend giving sweet, sweet caresses Letting me know everything is all right The cobble stone sidewalks that trip me on my walk remind me
If I could change one thing in this world I would eliminate doubt. You could be the next Picasso, the next Magic Johnson, the next Steve Jobs, the next Oprah. But you're scared of what he thinks, what she thinks.
They grab And they pull They try to change things around Like clay My life Think they can keep me sound But do they Even know What I love to do? THEY are blind
If I could change, capture my dreams could I? Feel it in my burning heart and shattered dreams living inside a tear stained soul. Drive and passion pushed to their limbs end.
When you ask a child "what do you want to be" Their answer naivee lays on the heart and warms you, The smile on your face starts to curve even higher and you think how sweet.
To change one thing would be a dream. Where people don't bully or judge. Whether it's just because or you're holding a grudge.
I woke up feeling tenuous,The pain of my whole species.I stood up to find the floor is like a pond, the roof is leaking.There's a breach in my shelter, I'm only figuratively speaking.
All dreams are a branch of reality
The Devils Eyes That’s a frosty way to speak To tell me how to live your dream. I believed in you So you should believe in me. Like fire I tried, I bled into the night,
Mikki and Church It might’ve been her Or the life I lived, But the results were all the same. When I moved to this city It wasn’t just another move, It was the start to a dream
Is it everyone's dream to change one thing about the world? I wonder how many people dream and do it versus how many people just do it.
It is the championship game and more than what the stadium could contain came with glorifying support oh how baseball is a lovely sport; The harmonious chords rang as the National Anthem was sang
Wrapped in warmth you stay A smile dances on your lips Your eyelashes flutter as I whisper I breathe out simple words, An image is painted. You’re weak and powerless I control you.
Jump into the fire The beauty of death I must admire Burn to a charcoal And let go of your soul Jump into the fire And make your situation dire
By the last breath in me, I plan to solve inequity, After the hell of catastrophe I'll dissolve the pain that dwells in me, After all of the hypocrisy I'll lead your soul to ecstacy, But with society blinded by conformity My harmony is shackled b
It came upon a dream one night,
It hits us! Always in the beginning we feel good, peaceful, warm. This will last forever… we always think that. It ends up to be cold, bitter and sour.
Memories from childhood bounced out of a thick fog in her mind. Wishing her siblings would learn to leave her things alone. Wishing, for just one day, she could live in a quieter house.
She works harder than ten men combine Working night and day till her knees break and hands swell Living in a cardboard box with only the clothes on her back
How can I tell The difference between reality
Oh dreams, how you tempt me, You offer what my heart truly seeks. But yet you are just out of my reach, Visiting me only in the night. My life so marvelous in you, Turns to dust with the light of the sun.
Passion is a thing of dreams.
I've discovered there are two paths to escape reality,
I am not a
Believe in me I 'm going to see A world so big, but small Travel far
Dont Call it a dream. Dreams only occur in sleep. Dreams are extraordinary treasures that not even the strongest force can grasp. Dreams are for those who embody the strength to pursue goals but choose not to.
She was built of fantasy, Of words and lyrics and prose. She spent life dreaming And never arose. Her family told her She was taking too big a chance. If she jumped, she would fall,
Preening cream silk,her eyesbecome soft burning embersof the deepest blue hue.Then,
No such thing as time So no time to make the climb Even though you're dreaming In your sleep you're still screaming Even when you wake you still keep the pain
Live in a dream Inside your own head you scream You isolate your mind But you're still not one of a kind Wait in your dreamland Bury yourself in imaginary sand Where do you belong?
Making all the rules
I am one with dreams wishes and desires but I am not the only one we all have aspirations we want to reach we want to reach nirvana the place we are most comfortable in
Pollenated dreamin suffused orbscan you see whatyou are looking atThe ground the entirety
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,
When you dream do you believe it once actually happened? Maybe in a movie, mixed with parts of your reality? Is it about a dream of your "true love"? Is it about a dream of a battle you will fight in the future?
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?
I'm wishing on a star Waiting for my dreams to come true Still all alone in my dark little room Just waiting for my wish to be realized
I will taste the stars And most likely scorch my tongue, But I will return To fly yet once more Amongst the burnt-out, dead husks Of those ancient dreams.
It was another bad nightAnother resort to my pad nightI can’t even write, I’m so tired…But it’s the only way I can nod outIt’s like a high to me.
I give my all My dreams are my youth Take them away from me I’m a T-shirt, shorts, and shoes. And you know damn well that I’m gonna fight, Because when it comes to my dreams When it comes to my life,
Someday I hope to be surrounded by the glamour Encompassed by the sound of the indistinct cameras I take a look around for the long exposure panorama But I wake up to the pounding of a steal nose hammer
My eyes They burn My mind It hurts Hypocrisy Beating at my heart Lies Making my heart not want to beat Stop it Please, stop it
Reality is but an illusion, The heart a magician. The mind is audience, Shifting like winds of society. Reality is but an illusion, Trickery of every kind.
"I'm an alien with a heart and a face, I am foreign, but where I go, I leave a trace. They told me my dreams were too far at reach, but back home, that's not what they preached.
A lost memory
Sadness and Stress, is it for the best? Consuming my world in a false happiness. Is that what I need to really succeed? I don't feel any joy, all I feel is greed.
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;
I had my first cigarette
His kisses are tender, sweet but they reek of lust He undresses me and our eyes lock I feel that he is taking a journey into my soul but he is just wondering "Which hole?"
I remember the day clearly bewilderment, agony, pain I stepped outside, greeted by the harsh, bitter cold as if the weather knew by matching the very feelings I held to you
I'd love to scream
it powers the writer to write one more line it inspires the muscian to play one more time it rages the soldier to take that front it focuses the athlete
Mistress is just a pretty word,