legacy
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I carry your smile to school every single day
remembering the warmth it would grant me
and all those around you
even when the clouds loomed darkly
you would always find a way to make us smile.
Maybe poetry isn’t my calling
Maybe science isn’t for me
Maybe laughing and smiling
Aren’t exactly my strengths
Or even getting by from day to day
Maybe I don’t have any talents
Confused, unbalanced, scared --
The control is gone -
What is my fare?
Milestone hit -- little achieved.
What to do - where to go...
Define passion... define relieved...
Confused, unbalanced, scared --
The control is gone -
What is my fare?
Milestone hit -- little achieved.
What to do - where to go...
Define passion... define relieved...
And so, all is forgiven
in death.
And the decade that
has passed since
your passing
has diluted
my memories
of your gruffness.
We all mellow
with age.
I too, am
no longer as
Please don’t overthink this, Dad,but this morning when you walked into my room,murmured, “It’s time to wake up, Mr. President”and checked my vents for warm air,I painted a portrait of you in the low light.
Thank the lord for Maya Angelou
When the world went fast, she took things slow
Her hopes held high when her head hung low
She spoke her truth so we all could know
The good lord gave us Maya Angelou
Sai My Name ______________
As i lay in the dark only one thing seems to spark
My dreams , My legacy
What will it remain?
Blood Tanka
How wise is your blood?
Insight seeks human access.
Blood truth, spilled tea leaves,
Planting seeds is easy when you all you do is watch.
It becomes embedded very early that alter to this path you'd
be awash.
Later on things seem normal, in the family home .
I planted my legacy inside of you.
A tiny pebble of a seed,
brittle and bitter from a lifetime of storms.
I buried it deep in your soul.
dear sir from dhaka bangladesh i have
read your story in the internet
of your father’s land that you inherited
when you were only five
and now the river that ran through this
What if dying isn't deathIf when we leave this world…
The weight of it is simply off our chest
When we take that final breath
When you die, a lot of people believe you go live up in the sky.
I think your spirit thrives and lives wherever it wants to arrive.
If but 100 bear witness to the pilot’s jetstream
as it cleaves the sky, is his effect then greater than mine?
Entire being consumed by cause so grand;
The times of great men are now past, because we are too much exposed now for the leaven of myth and legend to swallow up the horror of what we really are.
To the roar of applause, I treadFor my inspiration, youFor their memory, them and theyThe ones who push meThey push meTo that place beyond myselfLimits, no moreThat I might reach their hearts
I can't help but think of the moment
When my loved ones will be gone, it will be over
When I won't have a wall or cover
When I lose my final lover
Before, it was like being completely wrapped in darkness’ cold embrace
But she was like the hot fires starting to blaze in the abyss
She was like the flames of unfaltering power
How would it feel if you put your bloodsweatandtears into advancing the world
And no one knew your name
No one knew how hard you tried
This is our wrestling mat.
It isn’t much to see.
Sort of furrowed yet flat.
The number of soles it has held has given it a soul.
The music is blazing.
It makes my father smile.
We listen to it every day
As we drive another mile.
My sister writes a stanza.
It reminds me of my father.
When I was in the third grade my teacher asked our class to write down one thing we would want to tell the humans of the future.
Who would I be
Without ambition
Without hope
Without dreams
Without goals
Would I matter
Could I live with not mattering
Giving a voice to our "History", "Leaders", "Legacy", "The Elderly" and "Advocacy"
The Widows Cry LoudCopyright © Vivid Memories September 18, 2015The Birthing Poet – Rebirth4Love Nlistic Souldier
Hey life, we had a good one, didn't we.
Lots of adventures, so many things to see.
Ive done so much, yet it is barely anything.
Thank you, for all the experiences you bring.
Colours we strive to leave behind, Hope of a future beyond our lives.
A legacy at the mercy of future generations, It's the only variation.
"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...
I gaze into the mirror, wait that isn't me
Someone else is looking back at me
An eldery man, clean shaven with striking brown eyes
I then realize, they are mine.
Sunken cheekbones of slow death
If you became blind, what would you remember?
The color of autumn leaves in September?
Your mother's face;
The stars in space;
The spark of a fiery, glowing ember?
The legend of the koi fish goes that if the koi fish swims up the waterfall
it one day it will become a dragon.
Since I was little,
I'm my own mind,thoughts, and process
Creating thoeries from my past
Asking why did I turn out the way I am
Thinking sullenly like the dark clouds in the sky
Sometimes I imagine
That when you have died
Words dribble from your lips like vomit
Wade through falling time
Crawl stickily into the ears of children
and choke you back to life
People will judge you
from you looks to you attutide
to your nails to your shoes
that is what people do
they wont remember your name
unless you rise into fame
and have money and expensive things
The white sandy beaches crash against the waves as if battling for the territory of land.
The birds fly through the air sending signals of impending danger
to their nearby relatives.
i remeber once we kissed twice we talked always love on the air as though perfection rest i held you you held me i made a mark with you you held a mark in me a thing to remember that moment that never dies a thing to remember that a legacy betwee
I am a blink in history.
My life will be short.
I can choose:
Will I be someone remembered for my love,
or for my hatred?
Though I may not remembered for very long,
I wish to leave my handprint on the earth.
And in the clay, a story to relay.
It may be on the greatest wall of China,
The humble widow's home,
The eye of the sphinx,
Or a stone in the wood.
The cants and wonts,
wont stop me,
I bring overdue glee,
to my forefathers on the fruit fields,
when I ace a test or get called the best,
their sweat never in vain,
Who am I? It is the question of the ages.
Am I who I was Yesterday and all the days before that?
Am I who I happen to be Today?
Is the sum of all of my Todays equal to my Tomorrow?
I write for me. I write to keep my soul alive. I write for my mind to strive. I write to share my dreams. I write because it means something to me. I write to preserve my sanity. I write to share my story. I am me and I am a writer.
I know why the caged bird sings,
To tell me the message,
That of which Maya Angelou wrote for me,
She wrote it for me,
Just for me,
You see,
Sometimes I need a little pick-me-up,
I’m from my grandmother’s rocking chair,
perched against the wooden door.
I’m from old spices and corn tortillas,
that melts inside your mouth
with their vibrant flavors.
As if my mind could not fathom the intricate desires of the world;
as if my story could not bleed onto the pages
Although the ever-turning pages of life
shall inevitably run out.
I pray my story will continue on.
Discovering takes time
choices are always with you
Yet, the road is incomplete
and one must choose again.
One path can lead to the end,
but one can lead to another and another
A caring word from the heart, or
An action done for someone else;
The ability to display affection, or
The ability to think outside one’s self.
In this world, an individual is the focus:
I am dying, yet I continue to live
I wake up, yet my mind drifts in a endless slumber
My thirst for knowledge is slowly dying of dehydration
My hunger for excitement dies of famine
I am dying
Why waste away your heart and lose your soul?
Everyday brings a chance to convey,
Renewed meaning of life,
Revived displays of beauty,
And vibrant essence of bright futures.
I touched him and the bane of all I knew, hope to know and would ever know came alive. It felt like, atoms dancing on the backdrops of unborn galaxies, collapsing and expanding at will. Like, lungs pumping air into the windows of open souls.
