One Job May Change My Life
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One Job May Change My Life.
No buck can change face to save its life,
Funny thing is I'm not yet tryna find a wife,
Every May brings a Daisy that just isn't right,
Can't apprehend the meaning of a different light,
When an epiphytic thought came to, I knew I would never regret choosing you because I am in awe and that will be shared by many.
"What do you want to be when you're older?"
Heard across as a child
Looked over my shoulder
and said a job so bizarre and wild
The words came out of my mouth, "A mom and a wife",
I want to be a designer.
A designer that crafts the world,
A designer that becomes untwirled,
I want to be a creator.
A creator that is resilient,
A creator that is brilliant,
I want to be a success.
Actor, business man, football player, teacher-
dream jobs, dream goals,
different forms, different roles,
mind and heart, brain and matter
to each their own,
in my dream i save the world-
I live in a world where passion lies deep and no one is willing to dig.
Pass me my shovel piling sweat and tears,
I will dig for not only your souls, but mine.
I love you, and passion will be restored.
I am wild. I am spectacular. I am wildly passionate. I am jealous. I am human. I do dumb things. I make a fool of myself. I have a wondering and imaginative mind, I only see the good in people and I'm infatuated with the idea of love.
Two hands grew five flared fingers, no longer scared.
Fear not lingers in my beating heart, perplexed,
Prepared.
Bice and fore outstretched and flexed
I'm edgy for my start
Bam went the light.
We will not leave without a Fight.
The coach yells,
and off go the bells.
The crowds roar,
and the light shone.
This was my zone.
I felt like a wild boar.
One job could save my life
Make me live or make me die
Make me happy or make me cry
One job could save my life
Deft in folly,
he's lacking wonder;
the banana peel,
"There!"
Is he to blunder?
Poor Child,
'tis a trance;
the echo sounds,
"Please!"
Has he lost the Dance?
Thinking your life is right on track,
Then a sharp turn sends you spinning off course
Slowly and steadily you move back to where you left off
As things get back into place,
You decide to take e a short cut.
Excruciating Love
Never have I encountered such a plight
In which my heart contradicts its morals.
Her skin is dun, while mine is fairly light
One job may change my life you see,
From streets, to office desk, or sea.
There are passions, there are hobbies,
Jobs as front desk clerks in lobbies.
We work so we may live our lives,
Don't tell me you love me
Don't you dare whisper that in my ear
I will not fall for it
I will not listen
Im grown up, Im grown up, damn it im grown upIm lookin for peter pan, and neverland, but shit I'm a grown up.I want to be free like child to enjoy life
When I walk past the door I smile
While others might sigh
or groan
or pout
For I know that this is the place where your life begins.
When I hear the bell toll I smile
I am the inspiration in a writer’s colorful, exotic, painting.
I am the warmth in a fuzzy pair of winter mittens.
I am the bright segment of colors in a dull room.
snow falls atop the trees
every individual pine assigned their flake to hold
hold tight as the wind screams
It was a job for most
They were run down, tired, overworked
He was different
He spoke to me
Made math fun
School was hard
But Math was fun
This one time
In middle school
Things seemed so simple ,
Life , Money , and Happiness could only get better in time.
Who would know life had hard times?
Easy nor Quick.
Never Once must I Falter,
During The Challange
To Obtain
Occupational Perfection.
The Road Ahead,
Found to be Rocky,
Yet I must Persevere
To Obtain
one job may change my life
but what about others?
the life I live and the life they live
they intertwine
if my dream job changes my life
how can i change the lives of others
If I don't scream, do I still feel pain?
The answer is yes. My pain is real and hides behind walls
I do not let it get in my way
I stand above it, I show the world that I am stronger
Although you are sound asleep,
I lay awake counting sheep.
I can't dream of anything better,
than picturing you in that ugly cat sweater.
Your smile lit up in the dark,
you say, hey, I'm Mark.
The curtain closes around a bed of white
Beep beep ringing in my ears
Bright flashing of fluorescent light
As a woman sits there spilling tears
Death is unfair and sadly sweet
Words are dominant and strong, yet dainty. Words bring the thoughts and emotions buried deep in a subconsciousness to life and breath.
Grades determine the the pass or fail
Only to be compared
Test scores, standards, standardized testing
Only to be compared
No child left behind, yet we all learn the same?
The factor of fear is the greatest factor of all
The fear to fly,
The fear to fall.
The fear to succeed,
The fear to fail.
We must risk this fear to optain a higher goal.
The lamp is dim
I sit silently as I do every night
Creating, escaping
Pressing keys at a rapid rate,
my work is an adventure
Brushing strokes of vibrant colors,
Honestly
My dream job is to be spokesperson
As a surivor of sexual child abuse
I believe I have a lot to say
To stand for
And to do
I did not just survive for myself
I didnt know
That you loved me
We seemed like best friends
Your love I couldnt see
Pass that smile
Pass that face
Everything seemed fine
Together in place
But then i found out
I don't know what my dream job is,
but whatever I do, I want to make a difference.
I don't care about earning dollars and cents
which I can use to buy a car or a house with a nice, big fence.
Why me? What can I do? Why am I more deserving than others for financial elevation? I’m not.I’m just a girl with dreams of making a differenceBut I want anyway.I want to erode my own name out into history
Money can’t buy happiness
Phrases we live by, without thinking it much
Money can’t buy happiness
But problems can be solved
For us who an education seek
Not knowing where to turn, not knowing who to trust , just an empty side and just an empty heart
filled with sorrow and emptiness . Your head tends to turn in opposite directions not knowing who or
While wishing upon a star
You stopped to think of who you are
A person who has school as the main equation
Lately, I've been thinking
Thinking about what?
The future.
What my future can be.
Is it realistic?
Of course not, anything imagined or dreamt of is not realistic-
That's not rather positive
High School always been a cham
Now it's coming to an end
College is coming what's done? What's planned?
You got to get your head out of the sand.
Go out an apply see what you can do
The yearning of comfort leaves me empty and alone; thirsting emotion and unique love.
As does waiting for that first intimate moment shared in a kiss; the simple, yet monumental knighting of womanhood in America.
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Loop the "L", rewrite. Make it neater.
More Scribble. Pause.
Reread. Does it work?
Does the emotion work?
Does it clearly represent the charachter?
There are many jobs,
many fields,
many choices.
But there is only one for me and one alone.
This one is a job that cares for people
through knowledge showing compassion,
There's so much to be done
To this planet of ours
The pain and the hurt
Suffering as hot as Mars
The beauty that surrounds us
Now covered in gunk
Slimed over by humanity
I am not an artist.
I am not an athlete.
I don’t have a way with words.
To some I am a literary architect.
To others a tortured soul.
But to those few who know me,
a regular teenager.
In the darkness you will find my heart,
or what is left after i fall apart.
it's only natural to fall off the edge once more
it's happened everytime before.
In the daylight you find my soul
What are you thinking?
President Lincoln?
About the American Revolution this weekend?
What are you thinking?
Jay Gatsby?
Abut How F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote you very sassy?
I never thought having your own opinions about life could be thought of by others as a bad thing. That was until athiest, vegetarian, and gay marriage supporter became very important defining factors that describe me, and the way I feel a
I want to learn the art of reminiscence in collaboration with meditation and the blessings bestowed upon me. Does the mind not hold the soul? And the brain the body? I want to innervate creative minds. Do all nations hold such a service?
Who am I?
A question many have pondered and few have
Answers for life, answers for what's right
Career paths and decisions swarming in my head
Creating this congestion
Blocking
Block
How am I supposed to smile when this world is wild? Got us locked and stocked and blocked up like no phone dials. With little to no style I don't even want to dress.
I yell to the stars but only the clouds hear me
I stomp my feet but the ants dont fear me
I cry but no tears fall
I reach out for help but noones there
Crying out help but the people just stare
Everyone watches but
no one sees.
what is happening to me?
Something sits on my chest but
I see nothing there.
Why can't I breath?
It comes from nowhere.
The shadow grows in my eyes.
When I was younger
And the stars seemed far away
I used to revel in the gold encrusted words
Of my parents
I used to hang from their vowels
And dangle from their consonants
When the air is filled
With excitement and thrill,
The Day has just begun.
When a child that frolics
With daisies and lollies,
J. O. B.
Is it work or is it something free?
Is it something I do or something i can be?
The Job that will change my life is something free.
When i mean free I dont mean pricewise
Beep. Beep. Beep. The heart rate monitor rings
Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock chimes with endless cruelty
Thump. Thump. Thump. The doctor's footsteps haunt the halls
Squeaky white tile floors
White walls
Lumpy beds
This is where I belong
Among the wounded, among the sick
Never turning an injury away
Whether it be plain to see or not
Driving down a road
Scanning every detail.
Maybe we'll spot a toad
or even something with a tail.
We'll hike through the forest
or find ourselves in the Amazon.
Unable to rest,
This is it,
What I have been preparing for,
The dream I held onto when thoughts of being an astronaut or a princess were lost somewhere in a seven year olds mind.
I have been working for this my entire life,
My dearest poet, do not study for hours another's poetryfor you will hinder your wordsRich painter, do not gaze in a fellow's perspectivefor you will stifle your perception
I am not a fool
I'm only himan
And I'm bound to make mistakes
Understand I've always had what it takes
What it takes to love you
And what it takes to stay with you
Yeah I might have been hurt
Once upon a dream
She lived Lavishly,
Where happiness felt clean
To the soul of purity
Invited all in unity
They laughed endlessly
Enjoying the offering of peace
In eternal divinity
If I could,
Spit lyrical scipture in the form of a crossover
Break ankles and mend hearts
Travel the world
And write spirit inspired art
Oh the dream
Through God, that world change is a reality
She sits on rooftops, like a bat in the trees
Patient for them to close their eyes
So she can take all that they have
Only watched by the pale moonlight
No remorse is felt
No man shall choose another’s destiny
Gods among earth we are not
My work will drive me as far as I let it
For this is where ambition and wishing will split
Humble actions influence outgoing impacts
Am I pretty? When you look at me what do you see? Of course, you see the way my thighs rub together when I walk.
My first appointment of the day
Is little boy Tommy who is always scared.
All I want to do is help educate him.
Hopefully he comes in prepared.
She is going to think I'm lazy
What is life if its not what you do?
Jobs here, jobs there
just stacking up like entires of a resume, but
none defines me
but what if?
instead of saying:
"I work at.."
I say "I am"
In the hallways of my school,
some girls think they're cool,
while the guys only drool.
They cough
and they scoff,
but I want them to back off.
I hide my feelings
If there's one thing in this world
that can bring true happiness
it would be showing
and telling
and helping others
toward true greatness.
To educate and build
My life would change in a flash
Simple as someone turning on a monitor
Then the CPU
Waiting for it to boot up
Going into the archives
Then, finally
Adding a new profile
As a child we grow up knowing exactly what we want to be when we actully grow up
A fire fighter is what I wanted to be
The red lights and water is what excited me
But the tragedy of 9/11 also frighten me
Job isn't something that's given
Job isn't something that's a gift
A job Is a life a choice
Everyday you wake a smile on your face
Job may change my life is
Giving back o those who can't do for themselves
A color
Changes the whole game.
An accident
Causes a beautiful "new world order".
I am not complaning, but I live life in struggle
Every corner that I turn, missing pieces to my puzzle
Since bullying exist, l've lived life in a bubble.
I wasnt affiliated with it, I never really got in trouble.
All too often
Decisions are based on material goods
Money, living comfortably, providing for family
But
Are you happy?
Listen to your parents, but carve your own path
I need a job that could change whole life
And maybe then will shit start going right
I wouldn't have to be worried about my moms
Or my sisters and brothers crying about the lights going off
The water and the cable
Philosophies
Drift amuck in a waterless world
Catching on to anything
Within hand’s grasp
We strive to find purpose
To stake our land
To hold our place
To say “we were here”
It can be any of them.
Just please give me one.
They don't have to be playing Frozen;
the job doesn't have to be fun.
I want to sweep the floors,
take your tickets, show you your seat,
America's highways are all Route 66 America's highways are all Route 666
Why'd the hobo cross the road--to get the other side
Dotted yellow line a new kind of divide
Thumb out, took his last free ride
It's like everytime I tell someone my major they respond differently
They scream "YOU CAN'T!"
one job...may change my life
Who could ever make a true statement to me?
saying that i can never choose what i will be!
Tangle me in the bleeding, throbbing, messy knot of emotion
Command me to help, to aide, to care
And you will see a machine unable to process a garbled voice command
The Mind barking orders to the comatose heart
Failure is not an option, as my soul has been catapulting towards this dream since I could mutter the first words of my existence.
Creativity. Creativity. Creativity.
The sole thought rattles my brain day in and day out,
My dream job will change my life,
Not just mine, but of those around me.
My dream job is in the medical field And I would be helping people indirectly.
No having to deal with neither blood nor body excretions.
There's a road in the meadow
parting it left and right
a side where the sun rises
and the other for the moon at night
and now I have to choose
the side I belong to
if i could be anything in the world, free of bindings and seeking only my heart and happiness, i'd be one who fills the world with their heart and imagination.
I am a speaker, an advocate.
I wonder if my nerves will get the best of me.
I hear a trumpet in the distance, proclaiming my victory.
Thunderous applauseA steady, continuous chanting of my nameThat's what I live forThis is what I want
I have been told
To walk a mile in somebody else’s shoes
If you want to understand anyone better
So I wanted to know my mother, and father too
Only to realize from the start-they had no shoes
A poor land wih rich culture,
Sick people with healthy minds
I bring with my knowledge, my skills, my optimism, my stethescope
And hope
In their eyes me patients have sickness, sadness, loss, and despair
While everyone else wants to get famous or be on TV,
I just want to cook and serve food different from the what the eye can see,
Hot saute pans and seasonings,
Desserts and fresh bread,
Fighting the fight one day at a time
Problems keep arising, repeating like rhyme
Keep your head up, more important knees strong
Scratch them and bruise them when days seem long
The goal a good life
My memory is flimsy, weak to the remembrance
but…
Never forgotten are the sentiments that cause my heart to cry
Savory veracity
Appeal to my palette
I need a career that engages my mind and heart
Filling my time with challenging joy
And making the most of my employ
My passion is children.
But my heart lies with helping others.
My dream career;
Takes heart and dedication
Nurturing patients and helping them heal.
Using knowledge to help cure patients quickly
Reassuring families with sick loved ones
Saving lives everyday
Enjoying the impact you make on others life.
someone once told me
“you must be brave with your life
so that others may be brave with theirs.”
brave with my life.
i see two things.
They are waiting
I am waiting
I don't know them, they don't know me,
But we are waiting for each other.
I have prayed for them already.
I want to be a missionary.
All my life I've
Lights! Camara! ACTION!
You don't have to be an actor, for your workplace to be a stage.
Just give me a desk and a computer and I'll show you my magic.
Dreams have a way of creeping out into reality.
Children
The soul's simple essence
The proof of our presence
Children
Feeling forgotten
Mocked, chided, and beaten
Children
Sticky and stumbling
Funny and frightened
My dream job
is an open door
it's what I'm paying all this fucking money for
My dream job is Graphic Design
It'll be some time before I get it in line,
4 years of school and $100,000 down the drain
I say science, and they see an endless stringof binary code and digits in single file,test tubes and lab ratsand my eyes dead like mindlessness, likea love of creationcan be muddied up
Faces of cursoriness, envy, hope, and excitement controls the room
Wanting deeply to get the latest
Some are trying to get a promotion on their first day
Well respected eyes gleam of desire to be the one in all elitism
They say, “travel the road less traveled”.
I say build your own road and make you own path.
Singers, celebrities, artists,
Concerts, shows, events…
Famous or unknown,
Advocates or critics,
Succeeds or failures.
The importance of promotion,
Right management and development.
I look around and see broken faces.
I look around, and see people who want
To go places but don’t know how to get there.
I see little kids, ten-year olds, teenagers, adults
The Test
Tests to attend college,
tests in college
Tests in medical school,
skills tested as a resident
Tested to see what it takes to become a doctor,
"How are we feeling today?"
"How much have you eaten?"
"Let's check your weight."
"Have you ever hurt yourself?"
"Are you hearing things?"
"Are you seeing things?"
An interrogation
Brian Guex
Greater purpose then myself
One job to change mine and others life
To preach to the adults of tomorrow greater meaning
Something that does not require a knife
There was always that one question we were asked growing up,
"What do you want to be when you grow up?
At the time many possibilities crossed our mind.
A fireman, an astronaut, a policeman, a doctor...
I wanna act like you're gonna understand what I'm trying to say and relate
But truth is empathy seems to be dying, wasting, and endangered
We're all facing different demons
No one to go to
One job may change my life
“The thing about pain . . . it demands to be felt.”
As I look around, I see it:
I want to go into business and economyMake some money and change the way people thought of meI'm tired of people thinking I can't do it like I'm just an act of comedy
Late at night I slave away,
my fingers feeling raw
My weary eyes are drooping fast,
my knuckles at them claw.
Why do I put myself through this?
This never-ending toil?
Yes I have one job in mind to create a generation that no longer is blind changing the perspective of things that are left to be neglected that other america no one cares to see but feels sorry for that other america the teens live in, the one th
It can't be done.
You can't act in films.
You're from Missouri, where dreams grow to die, like weeds under the sun.
They shout so loud, it bounces off the stars, meaning I can't even sleep to dream at night.
When I was supposed to be young and carefree,
my friends fell in love too many times
and fell asleep to nursery rhymes.
But not me.
I grew up fast and realized that life isn’t what it’s cracked up to be.
If I could have one job
That would change my life
What would it be?
I could be a doctor
A lawyer
Or an astronaut maybe?
All eyes on him.
Hopes and dreams and money that screams
to succeed; all lie on his shoulders.
The weight of scolders
in the rival stands and prayers from believers.
No time for a breather,
Sit and watch the darkness fall, Ambition calling, call, call, call.Answer, Answer, doesnt she hear?
The natural foliage creeping down the counter,
Draping over the polished tanned walls.
Reflecting ergonomic finesse,
Cleanly tracing the muscular lining,
Of a fresh carcass.
Once you turn your face heavenwards;
To engage in daily conversation
that is, to return to Earth,
merits a physical un-tilting of the head; from the angled
to the staid, erect position, eyes intently glazed over.
One job may give me hope.
One job may define my life.
One job; the chance to change my future.
One place, North Carolina.
One place, the destination of my growth.
One place, the animal sanctuary.
I used to be a weird little girl
Who'd rather play with lizards than pearls.
In the fifth grade I had an obsession with tigers
Almost as strong as Napoleon with ligers.
Since I was little I was always asked "what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Me and my silly self would say " A super model, a popstar, a model."
Never did I know I would finally have to choose,
Is it crazy to dream,
Is it crazy to dream that we can have what we want,
Through all our strugles and everyone's taunts,
I can achieve my dreams but money always seems be be an issue,
The screaming and crying.
The tears and fears.
The cold hospital hallways seem so long.
Children sticking close to whom they belong.
"Its ok" I will tell them,
Mahmoud
A true story
My mother and I stood in the Afghan refugee camp
Solemnly and nervous, I stared as they stared back
"This is where I came from," she said to me
Though not a poem in its natural vein,I expect my dream job not to be in vain.Something where I can be myselfBut probably also build a few shelves.Yes my dream job lies in architecture
Life is not easy to give.
Impermanent like the soft wind that caresses one’s cheek.
Convoluted like the active glomerulus inside both kidneys.
Dense like the bones wrapped in muscles and skin.
My one chance
My one chance to go college
My one chance to have my dad back in my life
Where he can say that he is proud of me
Without putting up a fight
Question,
helps me see the problems that lie ahead,
research,
shows me the information on what is to come,
hypothesis,
gives me hope for what there may be,
experiment,
We all have a goal in life,
Become a ballerina, baseball player, or be in the circus.
My dream is to become a National Geographic photographer.
I want to touch the soul, with words that sounds like gold.
I want to hold the world's feelings in the words of my notes.
I want to behold the power to have my written word uncontrolled.
Fuel it
veggies, fruits, and whole grains.
Move it
lunges, Zumba, Yoga.
Ease your pain
heart disease, diabetes, and obesity.
Change it all.
What job would change my life?I honestly have no clue.I don't think much of work or how it impacts my life.Instead of thinking about how a job can change my life,
I can see me
Kicking it in Nashville
Strolling down Music Row
Willing to shake some hands
Make some deals
and become part of the big show
Working backstage
at the concert of the season
Extractions, fillings, and drillings
Placing crowns on pearls
Brightening a future
Bracing the serpentine white line
Cleaning away remnants of the past
All just parts of my soon to be dream
Progress originates from science;
Science from the minds of great men and women.
To become one of them
Is to become a part of the future.
My future will consist of
The advocation of others' futures,
With enough determination, a meaningless word is fate;
I wish for myself better, for things to be eventually great.
That was a silly enough rhyme, but the words are still there.
Just one job could change my life,
Make me rich, or help me find a wife
Doors on either side,
Endless forward and backward.
I need to decide
which door to go toward.
I know what I desire,
But what door it's behind is a gamble.
Knowing which one is impossible,
Michelle Guex
My One Dream Job
The lights shine down on me
I might not be as famous as Whoopi
All I need is the opportunity, I seek the help offered to me.
All I want is to change a life. I need not strife.
The greek symbol Delta. To people of science it means "change". Whether good or bad, we swear by it and follow it as it leads us to mind-blowing technologies. I too follow the symbol to greatness.
I just want to get under your skin
By the way....im letting you know right now ...theres gonna be a lot of blood right now
but don't worry you won't be able to see for you will be in very deep sleep my friend.
The pain in their eyes is too hard to bare
Their pride in the way of future success
Cryptic views from everyone around
Seems like all they want to do is bring you down
If there was a single job to change my life
it would be the job of a skilled engineer.
Not only would the pay satisfy my wife
i could enjoy a long and fruitful career.
I want to be an illustrator
A children's book decorator
I'll see my creations on the paper
And that will change my life
I want to be an animator
And someday become the creator
I've got six sources of dreaming, clear
The words all tumble bright, and fear
Is choking cloaking, smogging roping
Round my throat and twixt my ears.
What am I doing here?
I'm learning phonetics,
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
The question is asked of us
Year after year.
As we grow older,
It comes with greater frequency:
Month after month,
“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts”
- William Shakespeare
Cut the cowhide into pointy ovals.
Sew the cut pieces inside out.
Steam them so they can be soft enough to turn.
Lace them precisely to throw tight spirals.
A football now has life.
Becoming a chief executive officer can change my life.
Competition is what I'm seeking for and achieving my dreams will keep me way from the thug life.
Nirvanna is what I seek; the Paradise thought lost, the Great Hall
Let me dig, let me cram
crawling through flickering passages
Hollowed tombs rich with an era
Tongue tied tumbling over guttural grunts
Women have the opportunity,
to have the power they so desire.
I rise above to shine in the eye,
the peculiar, curious eye of society.
I shine as bright as the sun
with the job I have just won.
Working to live, not living to work
Trading their life for money, instead of love
Secretly longing to give their life for a cause
Yet they’re too sick to even walk 2 blocks.
I dive deeper
Into the numbers and letters and
When I come up for air,
Nobody knows where I've been but
Me and my secret coded feature
It's everyone's and it's mine.
1.
While watching a documentary in class I heard the term American-Japanese war
in an interview over B-roll of the bombing of Hiroshima
One job may change my life
I want to teach others to be bettter
One job may change my life
I want to change other's lives through that job
One job may change my life
The only job I want is one of impact
Creamy smoothness under your fingers
Curled up; cat-like
Minutes ticking by
the world surrounding you has vanished
It's only you; eyes devouring
piece by delicious piece
word by beautiful word
Some said to pick a job
One that made lots of money
Others said to follow your dreams
Even if it won't make millions
I wanted it all, I did
A nice house and car,
A husband, a family
Many many nights
When I dreamed of going to the wild
Looking at different species, different plants, different people
Sometimes dreamed of being a caveman
Feeling the nature, with my whole body
There was a girl in hospital.
“I’m a monster,”
she kept saying.
“If you’re a monster,
you’re the prettiest monster I’ve ever seen,”
a nurse told her.
Greeted with a smile
And a motion to the seat,
This wasn't what my friday night plans had entailed.
Brick white hollow walls
Surround me.
A rather comfy leather couch
Beneath me.
I don't know what I'm going to be or where I'm going to end up or what I'm going to see
I wish I could have all the answers, but I don't, and I never will
“Wow, what a psycho”
Says the girl sitting next to me.
How clever she is
Laughing at the uncontrollable misfortune of others.
Walking down the street I see them
Picking up the trash off the street
Without them I wouldn't have somewhere to walk
Without them, my life would change
Walking into school I see them
Dream World
Starts with Dream Hope
Dream Hope
Starts with Dream Job.
Asking who I "am" is not enough
Asking what I "want" isn't mypurpose
Now, "Development" that's what I "am."
I close my eys and visualize my future,
a future where I am taking care of animals,
curing their injuries, making sure they are okay.
Dogs wagging their tails,
cats mewing from their cages,
I don't know
How can three words
small as can be,
scare the living sh*t out of me?
It's hard to admit,
but harder to ignore
that once I graduate,
If you think you are lost
Then you are not alone
For fear of failure
Is not very known
We all reside with it ticking away
But rare are those
The type of job which would change my life is becoming a famous author.
The way becoming a famous singer would change my life is everything I did the public would know about.
I wouldn't really have a free moment to myself.
“You can be anything you want to be—a doctor or a lawyer.”My father was a math man, a mad man; definitely not a family man.I was a dreamer, an idealist; a girl tormented with wanderlust and impatience.
There are 77,600,000 girls around the world who do not attend school.
Not 77,600,000 children or adults or people all put together.
Thanks for the car mom and dad
But I need more money for gas
I'm still mad that you made me take out the trash
Thanks for letting play soccer
But my cleats are old, I need a new pair
One job may change a life
So, shoot for the stars
What do you have to miss out on?
You'll never know what could be
Until you decide what it will be
When I was young I wanted to become a chef
but that thought changed ever since i knew death
I realized I wanted to help people so I aimed to become a nurse
knowing that I would have to study everyday like a curse
We all know the story of Adam,
Eve, and the apple she bit which
damned every generation.
Because of that,
I'm afraid to take risks.
I might as well say I'm afraid to live.
As a child, I act- innocent eyes capture imagination
Seeing worlds adults cannot see, blind to the beauty
Days comprised of dreams-
of Prince Charming gallivanting confines of castles,
The sick and the dying,
The needy and the hopeless,
Who do they look to for aspiration?
The strong and the immune,
The lucky and hopeful,
Who do they look to for guidance?
A life of tech, that's what I dream.
I see the future, and I see it teem,
With PCs and wires and all kinds of stuff,
But for the average person, it's more than enough.
Me, I will work, to be the man in charge,
Business/Finance major, aint no yelow brick road.
Its going to be tough, but I aint gona fold.
Im going to be a CEO, getting that paper,
Watch me rise to the top, like an elevator.
Haters - all the support I need.
All my life, it's been
You point the way, I'll get us there.
I'll struggle through,
and reach the goal.
I can overcome any obstacle,
but don't know where to start.
Today, I take the wheel.
Give me information, I will create a vision. Give me facts, I will get their attention.Tell me what you want them to know. I will create a picture with your ideas.
ONE JOB. . .
One hope,
One ambition.
Is what we are made to choose,
during our high school days.
Before we are 18,
and can legally smoke.
Before we are 21,
I want it I really do.
It is just really hard.
I do it because I have to.
I wake up every day with a smile on my face.
It hopes of one day obtaining what I need.
I tell everyone that I will succeed.
I am a flower in the desert, holding out for the rain.
The sun has been hot and taunting, mocking my goals and my name.
"It's just a dream."
"It's just a dream."
"You never will be that."
I beg to differ. I beg to be different.
I am different.
It's a woman's world out there and I am woman.
The child is young, and so am I.
She tries so hard just not to cry.
I hold her hand and count to three
As the doctor puts her to sleep.
"The pain will soon be gone," I say,
As we whisk her gurney away.
This war
Is about blood, tears, and death
This war
Sees a little child heave a last breath
But there are no guns, no bombs
No battlefields that we can see
For the war rages forever on
Every day
From seven o' clock to three o' clock
Was hell without exception
I dreaded those long hours that seemed to stop time
Watching the hands move in slow motion
Because I felt it was without purpose
AFRAID OF WHO I AM AND WHAT PEOPLE MAY SAY
AFRAID OF THE THOUGHTS I HAVE AND CASUALLY EXISTING DAY TO DAY
AFRAID OF THE POTENTIAL THAT FESTERS INSIDE OF ME
AFRAID OF HOW SOCIETY WILL DICTATE WHO I AM SUPPOSED TO BE
13 years in a public prison,
4 years of undergrad studies,
4 more years of medical school;
Countless hours studying,
Procrastinating,
Working;
Countless dollars towards fees-
I am The Old One - the mixture of feelings, care and pulsing knowledge that turns insane.
If I could be whatever I wanted to be
I would heal the sick and set them free.
I would care for them until they are not in need
Of me to love and to care and to feed.
If I could be whatever I wanted to be
One Journey, one road, one story?
No.
Exploring, doing more, and expressing my inner joy is my future job.
A job that will change my life is teaching. Teaching helps kids learn about themselves which in return can help me. It can help me find who I am as a teacher as well as a person. Simple as that Complete happiness in life. Peace
Hmm so I ponder and wander and wonder
What will I grow up to be in is life of mine?
Sharing the knowledge of my obtained wisdom
With young minds, eager to learn and flourish
Is the most noble of desires that can be had
One job may change my life.
One look of a kid.
One smile.
Teaching is what i do best.
I thrive on the production
of ideas.
The simple understanding a child obtains
The deep lays beneath,
the salty swallows tempting me with their gushing, feverous eyes,
above only billowy satin,
such promise and demise,
I stand on the weary cliff so many others have trodden before,
They say that hatred is a fireThat eats at your insidesAnd it isAlong with jealousy and ambitionAt times it seems I carry all of theseBut I've learned to push down my angerTo be content with what I have
Flower child sing
Raise your voice to the sky
Let the world know
You don't deserve to die
Flower child dance
Don't hold back at all
Let your talent show
Please don't fear the fall
The job of a poet
Is what I seek
But it doesn’t feel possible
Hoping for just a peek
A glimpse of what this job entails
As I stumble back and forth
Back and forth
We attempt to push and pull
I’d like to be a dragon,
Breathe fire from deep inside
Or maybe a crazy super hero
Who would never run or hide
Or even be a shining knight
With the princess by my side
What is that one job that will change my life?
How can I know?
But I know that the job that will change my life will
give me a chance to show my skills,
allow me to express my thoughts with no fear,
In these days we all have a dream
Sleeping, working, or eating ice cream
Even I have one, and that's a job
Most people would doubt my wish
But nonetheless I will accomplish
There is some correlation
between the terms
charter, statue,
and regulation.
They all counterpart
the demeanor
of our great nation.
From the Egyption era
Ever since I was a little girl
I have been asked a simple question
What do you want to be when you grow up?
It really isn't that simple.
I think I have it all figured out.
My dream is to become a nurse
Since I was a child I can remember always staring into space for a while,
Always thinking of something creative to write in a way to express my deepest emotions,
Helping children achieve greatness
Helping kids become their own person
Helping children move up in the world
Helping the world and others around
Helping make a brighter future for kids
A Grammy for the best engineered album of the year
is where i could say my life would be complete
Maybe even a nomination or 2
for that category would be sweet
A few years in college studying sound
No one should have to give up their dreams because of where they're from,
How much their parents make,
Or just about anything else.
Everyone deserves a chance to try to make a difference in the world.
There's a certain eloquence of deed
A satisfaction beyond bewilderment
You can tell me that I can't
And that I won't
But there's a drive in my heart
And no breaks in my step
A picture of the future, fuzzy but becoming clear. Knowing what I want, but questions remain.
This one job,
may change my life.
This one job,
may change your life.
This one job,
may change the world.
That one surgery,
can take my life.
That one surgery,
Those gifted hands,
Bathing in antimicrobial soap and water,
Clothed in radiant latex sterile surgical gloves.
Wow how crazy ..I am at this place again of choosing ..seems pretty difficult ..theres so many choices out there...what's the best?...well in my eyes ...to complete a job is to help others and what better way to do this....then share life...you s
To change the world
That's what I'll do
One letter at a time
One word
One stanza
One very long novel
One writing at a time
To change the world
That's what I'll do
Feeling like I could make a change in games by making something people will feel their ideas came alive in the game as well.
When I grow up, I want to build castles
I want to ride dragons and cast spells and go on quests.
I want to crown kings, sew gowns for princesses, and cast a curse over a land far, far away.
Looking back through thin pages of history
Human lives flash in quick succession, condensing years into a paragraph
Powerful kings into a sentence
Six lifetimes of work into a footnote
Forgotten. Almost.
Pick up the blade and dig it into me.
Gasp and then I begin to bleed.
Sweet release, dripping down my arm.
Pick up the bottle, shake it in my hand,
Swallow pills, as many as I can.
The art of making someone anxious.
The art of making someone cry.
The art of making someone fear you.
The art of necessity.
The art of not creating a smile.
Dentistry.
To visit far off lands
To see things I've never dreamed
This is my dream
To change my life
With just one job
To allow me the resources
To reach these dreams
This is my dream
To change someone's life
There a million ways it can be done
But I think of mainly one
To be a therapist
I would heal the soul
And I would receive constant self-achievement from this goal
I searched long and hard,
Looking for a job that could help me on my way,
The one that accepted me was long and hard,
It made me want to look for another and possibly take it easy,
She is the sun coming up in the morning.
With her, comes the light and the knowledge.
She is the co-pilot,
helping me to fly the plane.
She is the host,
setting the table for quests.
I want to find aliens,
Not slimy green creatures with prowling big eyes.
I want to find a human form in the sky.
Planets, on Planets, on Planets and stars
What is life could exist on Mars
I entertain the thought of future and sit for what seems days in meditation
Over what I could achieve, mind occupied with occupations,
And tend not to dwell on the confinement of dreams strictly to my dreams,
A candidate
No, the candidate
the perfect candidate
climate change
yes it's happening, yes it's urgent
immigration
be humane
war on drugs
I have fireworks inside me with special patterns:
Sapphire stars, scarlet plaids, lavender polka-dots.
They explode.
Treking the course-grained rocks at Topsmead State Forest.
The piano sits in the living room
begging me to play an endless tune.
But my mind inside me booms
saying "why doubt so soon?
Music isn't that great,
remember Math is what pays,
There's no money in music, I know,
that's a dead end career.
I can see you as a wonderful biomedical engineer, dear,
from every mother and teacher and father and neighbor.
Stop making all that noise, they say,
To be an Opera Dramaturge
Opera
Not to sing but to hear
To breath and surrender
To understand
To be confused
Dramaturge
Not to act but to read
The libretto
Imagine how the world could be
Something or someone can make a change
A positive force leads to a possibility
Smiles are the reaction
The Job for me would to help others
Dreams
Funny how they float just out of reach
Just past the tips of fingers
the grasp of belief.
Just as the bird will hop and glide,
the dream will follow
Wam, bam, this WORLD is oursThey told us we couldn't do but they were liarsTo express ourselves through jewelry and clothesTo finally be able to take a load off and be oneself
The path to success is paved with commitment and desire,
What is a teacher? Someone who can change the world. Not to become a preacher, but to alow those bound to break the mold. Confusion is ripe in society. Education can wipe the messy window clean.
"All the World's a Stage,"
And we're just actors, right?
But it takes more than actors
To bring a show to life.
I was a little starlet
Born to sing and dance;
Born to thrill the audience
I've been spat at,
Told I do not belong,
"Get out of my country foreinger"
"You are an abomination!
The trash that crowds our streets"
All because of my dark tan skin,
My slight lisp and faint accent,
Facing reality, facing conspiracy, facing humanity
I that what it is?
Dealing with cruelty, judged down by royalty
How can my heart win?
Shaken by words that mean no harm
Cause all I have are my scars
Life is all about exploring
Reflecting on who we were
Learning about who we are
And discovering who we want to become
We're forever growing and experiencing,
Working to make something of ourselves
The world is full of peculiar things.
Sights which only the utmost curiousity can bring.
Beauty all around us seems so sing,
Be who you are and you will see.
Do what you want, because what you want to be
I first witnessed it on television.It could not be reality.I saw it in my own neighborhood.It was reality.I knew that there had to be a change.This became my reality.
I used to dream
about working in the theatre
drowning in the adrenaline rush
from performing,
from making people happy.
But I learned
that is not for me.
I still need, though,
Vivid lights beam down from a ceiling housing thousands of cheering fans.
Cheekbones corrupted with smiles give way, some hidden by active hands.
A beating heart within, so eager to emerge from the cage that condemns it so
The ability to touch
the sky
Fly with the birds
the angels
A dream of all
the flight
To fly one must innovate
improve
Try
Try
Try
Until at last
takeoff is achieved
I want to sing
For millions to hear
So they'll all sing back
And unity will become clear
I want to sing
Not for me
For the souls in need
To feed the hungry
With the money
I dreamed of being a super hero
To have my name in the headlines every day
Reality crushed my dreams when I was just seven
I had to accept that I was never going to wake up with super powers
Upon the page that bleeds my thoughts,
my future stares back in strife.
It’s a jumbled web that has caught me within the spindles,
letting only me seek control of its ways.
Catch a criminal.
Give a victim closure.
Uphold the laws of the country.
I can do that with my dream job:
Prosecuting Attorney
This one job would be my world.
It will make my like have real purpose.
Fate's been kind to lead me here
So far, so close to childhood home
Three years gone an eon ago
No sign of that boy is left to show
Two graves were dug, one loved, one not
One Job May Change My Life.
But I may Never know.
The man asks me " How will You pay?"
And I reply " I don't know".
I weep recalling all my hard-work, all of which will never be known.
My dream job is unrealistic.
It will always and forever be.
My dream job is to open eyes
And help others learn to see.
I've always wanted to be a superhero.
I wanted to change the world.
All around me I can see the death and dispair
The gloom that looms over the face
of the common man beyond repair.
Words are written
Smudged deep into
The back of wisdom
Beautiful and ugly,
It all goes.
Infinity, it works
With life like death
Blurring sharp lines,
It all goes,
Imagine this.
A mother in labor with a two year old as her labor coach
Did you laugh?
That's ok I do too.
Except I'm that two year old
And my mother's that mother
And my brother's that baby
A bassoon job may change my life,
Any job with the bassoon will suffice.
I dream and think in bassoon,
But I dread keeping it in tune.
I would need to practice and dedicate more time,
I didn't choose the theatre, the theatre chose me
At five years old my mother took me to the park
Dressed like the 19th century
She whispered to me a sentence
Then gave me a shove and said "repeat"
MY DREAM JOB WOULD BE BECOMING A VIDEO GAME DESIGNER AND CREATOR.
I LOVE VIDEO GAMES, AND I EXCELL AT PLAYING THEM AS WELL.
PLUS, THE FACT THAT I'M A GIRL JUST MAKES ME EVEN MORE RARE..
The job I paid tuition for.
The job I barely get paid for.
The job I trained for.
The job I was born for.
I want to shape the written word,
Craft it to reflect my designs,
And create something worthwhile.
A future filled with teeth, with the kind of gum that can't be chewed, blown, or popped.Dentistry. This is what I had dreamt of, hoped for, and worked towards.
I live my life
And I dream
And I hope
And I whisper my secrets to the sky
Because nobody is there to listen
And when I'm alone I wait
And I hope to God
That someday I will not be
Maybe you think my job is dying –
An old lady with tinted hair
And horn rimmed glasses,
Hushing you.
My job’s not dying –
It’s just a child
Trying to find it’s way in this big world,
Why a doctor?
Why not a contractor?
Why not a sports caster?
Why not a rocker?
Because...
I don't really know.
I like to learn about so many things, about animals with feet, fins, or wings.
Work
It feels like so much work that we’re putting in
At first it was easy when love first began
Now it’s just fussing and fighting no end
I want to express myself through drawing.
They said that's impossible.
Do I want to starve as a artist?
Can't I get a "real" job?
7 years of pursuing you,
I have finally got you
This smile on my face is because of you
So thank you
I looked around and I see myself as the only one
A minute minority representation in this field
But that doesn't stop me as I will continue
My insecurities don't have place in biomedical engineering
Change
Change yourself,
Change your environment,
Change your world.
Change the world.
Man,
We are all one.
All the same,
equal
Every one of us
Oh darling how beautiful you looked
with your eyes of burning lights and elusive hope.
With your slight beckoning
the hearts of men poured to do your bidding
and you bind them with chains of industry
Getting through tough times is nearly impossible without someone to lean on
My life will be forever changed when I get to be that person to help and be called upon
Fingers fluttering across the keyboard
Pen in hand
Paper crisp
Inspiration flowing
As the sun sets in the west
On a foreign coastline
A scarred hand meets mine
With a callused grin
Pacing around in delicate circles, tracing the words that encompass the fire
The inextinguishable flame that ignites the one desire driving me mad
A beautiful and unforgivable dream
Through the eyes of a dreamer
Nothing can stand in my way
Soaring high over mountains and oceans
My own little airplane cradling me in the sky
If only I weren’t afraid of heights
The job that would change my life forever for a good cause would be being a paramedic.
What could be greater than help others with their lives,save lives, change lives.
Dreams encased in a tiny bottle
Bursting open, exploding sparks and passion
Nothing would make me more happy than to help serve others
The gift of being able to physically help heal others. It's powerful.
A
dream
is just that:
a dream. But
what if it could
become a reality?
Journeying and trudging
through the surprises life holds
in the palms of its fragile hands, all
Helping people is what I love to do
The more the merrier, as they say
It's a part of me, through and through
But just volunteering won't get me any pay
I just want to be a doctor,
One that will help others prosper.
I just want to work in the emergency room,
To lead others out of certain doom.
Call me crazy if you will,
To click my heels across the brightly colored stage,
Just Once.
To put my makeup on in a personal vanity mirror,
Just Once.
To slip into a sparkling costume,
Just Once.
"Does the wind still rise?"
stories told won't be forgotten
kids running and the sun setting
tell me these don't mean something
can i tell you a story
that you will clutch and carry and
never let go
Black ink flows on a page
transcribing ideas, thoughts; so very lovely.
The poet sits, his hands clenched in rage
for he has forgotten his own story.
No sleep and long days,
Tired face and baggy eyes.
Caffeine through the IV
To keep me alive.
Running back and forth
At the physician's command.
Swinging back the curtains
All I want is to be an engineer.
Let me make that clear.
I plan to get my bachelor's real fast,
Wanna make that cash.
My family gave me lots of support.
Time t’be a good sport.
Early in life I've learned
Life has never been about what changes my life
It is what changes others' lives.
That one job that would change my life?
It would be to see that spark--
You think, " My dad does not love me,
So it seems."
I try to make him proud,
I share with him all my dreams.
Consuming, enveloping, smothering my mindThere is little I can do to escape its gripIt turns my brain into a bag of ideas and sketchesThe lucky bits that get pulled out are put onto paper, made into ink
What is up, and what is down?Who is that standing all around?My whole body aches,Where am I for goodness sake?Miss Nell looks up to me pleading eyes,With no words only sighs,
Dreams from childhood
come with princes and princesses.
But that dream grows and contorts
to fit the mold of reality.
Princes become bosses
and princesses become bussiness women.
Nursing has always been my dream, as simple as it may seem…
But to change someone’s life, is what I want to do.
If you had the chance to change a life, would you?
In any way big or small, my chances of that will not fall.
I sit in one place, a lot of the time
I see the days pass
I won't have much time
I haven't gone anywhere
Though, I digress
If soon I'll be everywhere
Aflight with the best
The vocation of well being is what I go by,
my life long dream is what will be in reach.
I help thee so that you may one day fly,
I don the White Coat - my sermon - I preach.
Who am I exactly?
Or let’s not be so exact.
Am I someone who holds a million and one
Flimsy facts and stats
In the back of my cranium
Or…
Someone who loves to make her heart bleed
And spread
I don’t really want my dream job
It is too scary
And I am not brave enough
If I weren’t a coward
I would investigate human smuggling chains
Break down doors
Dedication.
Determination.
Trust.
Passion.
That is all it takes.
An education.
Major in business management.
Double major in theatre.
A four year university.
That is all I need.
This is how my story could read, If I could help victoms families in need.
Becoming a medical examiner would be a hardship and put me in debt,
But there is no challenge that I have not met.
I take a seat behind my desk
what do people see?
this job is not an easy task
but it means so much to me
they tell me psychiatrists are crazy
they only seek to find themselves
What is it to hope, to dream, to wish
In a place where nothing works,
To want to try to fix
A hole with little corks.
That, I think is the problem,
A glass that is full of holes
The graphic world is what i need
its a deam that i will make a reality
In my world of graphic design all i need is my mind
And other things
Tools and skills with technology galor
Some people want to be billionares
Or be on the cover of Forbes Magazine
I want to help you take a breath of fresh air
Give people sight who have never before seen,
the wonders of our big, big world.
How do people chose a job?
Do they chose or does it come to them?
How do they know they want to even work as that?
They have never worked as that but like the feeling?
How do you know your not going to be miserable?
A child weeps, but from what direction?
The little boy with the clammy hands wipes his nose
On the shoulder of his mother’s satin blouse.
They wait to be called in.
Truly, just as a child weeps
So far, no longer
With technology and mind stronger
Galileo could never dream
that in reach was the moon's seam.
With my own hands
and Armstrong's stands
the Moon--light years away
Happiness. Sadness.
Friendship. Animosity.
The winding roads are hard to maneuver.
The darkest of paths can be lit with a lantern.
One day, I hope to be such a lantern.
Some people say it can’t be done.
I want to inspire
Wait, no, I want to guide.
I want to be the teacher in the classroom
Oh, the daily struggles of a high school senior!
The lingering aspects of adult life,
The thoughts of college dancing inside your brain.
What do I want to do when I'm older?
That thought makes me go insane.
To me teaching is inspiring
To me teaching is leading
How many can say that they
Led people to inspire others
How many can say that they
Showed people how wonderful and terrifying the world is
To speak is a gift, that not all recieve
My voice is a tool, to help those in need
Inside they are speaking, please set them free
The voices they need, reside in me
In their eyes there are words
Hello world,
Have we met yet?
No?
Are you sure?
I could have sworn I was that veterinarian from that one time
One Job
One Day
One Life
One Chance
To make a difference
The Job?
NCIS I Choose
Why?
To Help People
One Job
One Day
To
I'd like to take a stethoscope
and listen to your heartbeat carefully
To hear what it is saying
I'd like to take an x-ray
of all your broken heart bones so I can know
If you're worth fixing
Since my mother passed away,
I have dreamt of the day,
Where fear no longer presides,
and happiness stays.
Where others won't need,
To feel the hate and plead,
Having their hearts yearn,
Without anything does my dream exist
Find your "passion", he said.
As if "passion" was a magical word.
I asked him what that felt like.
He was silent.
I asked,
"Does it feel like adrenaline running through your veins?
One job,
Going to work every day.
One path,
Going to change others’ lives.
One way,
Going to get my bachelors.
One field,
Going for mechanics, four years.
The Classroom
Whisper your broad-sweeping metaphors;
Explain how you will excite the wayward dust of the universe;
I will tell you my ordinary dream:
one job may change my lifebut how are you taught to workwhen you come from a city where they slang;its just principal.not like the kind you meet at school
In first grade the teacher saidWhat do you want to be?I picked my paper up and read,A mermaid in the sea.
I had a dream, from before i was three,
I dreamed of the days that lay ahead of me.
At night, i would think, of the greats of the past,
I`d think of how they were remembered, and how they would last.
As I wash the dishes
I have many wishes
Ever Since I started working here
My thoughts have started to veer
People walk in and out
Some are loud and shout
They leave their dishes on the table
Veterinarian
Helper of animals
Years of work
4 year college degree
College is expensive
My family loves the idea
I will be helping animals
Friends love the idea
Taking pride in what i would like to do
simply makes me thrive and want to see my goals through,
wearing a badge and keeping people safe for a living is
something i'd take great pride in and that's the truth.
ESPN Color Commentator
You change the channel to ESPN, ESPN2 or get on your computer and turn to ESPN3
but when there is a game being played, you hear a friendly, welcoming voice
My life long dream is to be a teacher
To teach little bright minds
To help little bright minds
Excell and to be amazing
Being a teacher would make me proud
Proud to teach
Proud to do what I love
Never shall I forget the period of time I spent waiting in that horse show ring, anticipating when my back number would be called.
Never shall I forget the suspense I felt as I waited in that line-up.
If there is one job that could change my life, it would be teaching--at any level.
My mother worked
My mother pushed
My mother was my rock
All to be the best parent she could be
She was strong when I wasnt
She was my friend when one was needed
I came to life to dream
to beam, to seem
to have a purpose.
I came to life to reap
not sleep, not keep
my pride holding me back.
For my job is to be under
the hunter of clothes.
Whenever I tell people I want to write for a living,
they give me a funny look that says 'good luck'
in a sarcastic way, though.
Most people don't think anyone can make it writing,
writing for television,
With headphones in, A determined stare.
I type for you but a passage, for all readers to share.
Viewers reflect, make choices, prepare.
The future is approaching, with its army of fear.
"All men are created equal." Words of inspiration, words of hope. I came to the United States not because I wanted to, but because my parents thought it was for our best benefit. I have first handedly seen discrimination at its best.
"All men are created equal." Words of inspiration, words of hope. I came to the United States not because I wanted to, but because my parents thought it was for our best benefit. I have first handedly seen discrimination at its best.
To help you
Is what I want to do
Learn your thoughts
Just talk lots
Not to lecture or to bore
Not to make you walk out the door
I can't make things perfect, believe me
I can try but you'll see
Putting emotion into a sound
creating art for all who will listen
Building it up from the ground
making music from passion within
becoming apart of something so known
but being original is the key
My life has been changed, and now it is up to me to choose a job to change a person’s too.
I dream of social work, counseling, and motivational speaking.
In the jobs I desire all will be complete if I save one life like she.
I was pushed in school
To decide my fate
I was pushed by my parents
To get the best grades
I was pushed by society
To live up to everyone's expectations
And yet I stay sane
Maybe I’m the monkey
And what I see is what I want to do
But there’s something about
Creating one world
And sharing it with another
That appeals to me.
Maybe it’s a visual thing
Communication.
Sitting here, trying to best figure
out how to express myself.
It comes easy to some, but not so for others.
There once was a little boy
Who so loved to read,
But his fledgling life
Was boring to lead.
The books that he found,
The stories he heard,
All transported him
To some other world.
If someone could believe
I could learn a new skill
Like playing in band,
And marching drill
Then why can't they see
I'm ready for this
Forensic science-y life.
Where the details matter
One Job
One simple task
Taking what you learn
Giving it back to others
Fire spreads and shares its light
Everyone carries a torch, lit or unlit
I'm a Math Geek, sure.
I've got charisma, too much!
Combine them, It's me!
"A safe bet" They say
"Always in demand" I hear
"What a nice house you'll have" She mumbles, already in a daydream
But since when are the fun jobs safe?
Since when do rewards come to those who lust for them?
MedicineWhat job could satisfy me for years on end?While also challenging me and helping me ascend?A path I could happily devote my life towardsWhile benefitting me with intellectual rewards
Many jobs can change a life.
Teacher, doctor, husband, wife.
In many ways large or small,
A single role to benefit all.
The professional I aspire to be,
Has more or less chosen me.
My job ,
may change my life.
More importantly,
it will change yours.
What job I have,
will never matter.
What matters,
is who it helps.
What matters,
is the person it benefits.
Who can define success?
What does it truly mean?
Could it be something tangible that we can have?
Or is it considerably unattainable, obscure, and unseen?
How do I find this road to success,
I’m high
Higher than I’ve ever been before
But this time is different
No drugs for me
Not this time
I’m touching the stars
I’ve never been this close before
But this time is different
I?
I walk alone.
Itis 20013. A suuny year
Like a field of daisies.
Then, Then there it is....
The big bang .
Here is a Nazi
Scorning and cosming everything in HER path.
Kaffir Boy
Life as a Kaffir, harder than a nigga
You see in my world white people pull the trigger
We might share a dead beat daddy
But you rap about caddies
While I’m struggling for scraps
I lift my hands
As all eyes intentively gaze
There is yet so much at stake
For the rhythm and notes to be so perfectly phrased
Judges observe
As the song takes flight
My dream job is agronomy
To study plants and soil
Understanding how they grow
making sure the crops don't spoil
Four to six years is what I'll need
To learn the skills for me to be,
Your amygdala amuses me
Small or average?
easily indicating intentions
Feelings of remorse, and guilt evade you
can you imitate emotions
As easily as the average human releases them
Am I considered lucky,
to live in this land where I am considered free,
or am I considered a prisoner,
behind bars that are simply a reflection of ME.
Within the reaches of my mind, a fiery sun rises,
a bird sings to the sky its melodious song, chirp-chirping,
as the day goes on.
On any given day the peaceful image falters,
"A job could save lives"
"Oh job please come rescue me"
"I need some money"
From the waves crashing on the shore, to the fish below and more,
The sharp teeth of a great white are surely to give off a big bite,
The cool breeze blowing through my hair, I can already picture me there,
One job may change my life.
I wish to last a lifetime.
One laugh.
One smile.
No tears.
No fears.
Every day they go by,
Sad and lonely,
They want to cry.
Deep within each human
There is a drive, a need
Different fires burn for every man
All expressed within a seed
A seed that grows with every season
Rocking with the beat of a thousand breaths
My eyes following the language of symbols
Synchronized with a hundred other masters
My fingers moving quick and nimble
Career oriented
Push me into typicality
Told myths of the straight and narrow path
Lined on either side by treacherous cliff side
Jagged with lost hope and drug addiction,
Probably.
Crafted hands of clay
I will be someone big someday
Flashing lights, clapping hands
My symphony plays since I am the band
Cymone
My show
My love
My home
"You're going to be broke"
is what they all say
no money for a social worker now a days
don't follow your dream, don't help people out
because in the end you'll be left out
Sitting scowl-faced on the playground, a child aged nine:
“I hate it! I hate school! Don’t look so surprised-
The teacher’s lack passion, they don’t even care,
They always teach the lessons like we’re not even there.”
A curse to all around.
Greed. Corruption. Money.
These are simple things where I frowned.
All which need to be eliminated from me.
It is all by a spark of luck.
Who will win? Who will fall?
I thought if I jumped,
I'd fly to the moon and dance among stars.
I thought if I jumped,
I'd soar above my parent's hopes for me.
I thought if I jumped,
Pediatric oncology might be the job,
That will show me what it is like to make a difference,
Maybe not to the world, but to a few children,
Who because of fate ended up in a bad state.
A girlfriend from high school, whom I haven't spoken to in years, reached out to me one day after reading my blog, Freckled Nettles.
how do you reach the end of your life
with no regret?
i was told once it would be impossible,
that all lives decay into might-have-beens.
but here i swear,
i swear to god, i swear to my fellow man,
The mind is my home
I live there
I wish I could escape
It haunts me
I overthink
I overstep
I over state
I underwhelm
I always fail
My expectations crash
My heartbeat slows
"Then the eleven disciples went to Galilee,"
Oh, God, I just want you to use me!
"to the mountain where Jesus had told them to go."
I have the seed. Lord, teach me how to sow.
Torn between the two.
I have a friend who knows me inside and out,
and another friend who is still trying to figure me out.
What am I supposed to do?
The best friend who I love,
Frequent struggle, heightening through
Without a trace, without a clue
Yet something inside me knows what to do
With a pen in hand and a book overdue.
To write is a passion
Life is like a burning candle
soon we will burn away
slowly but surely
we are not here to stay
we were made to be a light and warmth
but not to last forever
just because we a fading
When I was sixteen I learned what it means to have a dream job.
A dream job is not necessarily the career you have always dreamed of.
It is a job that teaches you the value of a dollar.
I don't know anything.
I am still a child to those who have only a few years more, but still I don't know anything.
In my lab the mentors look at me as though I'm a lost cause, drifting between questions.
I remember when we were young and free,
You were sittin' next to me in your army green.
And you were all packed up and ready to go,
Then you said to me, "Don't worry, I'll be coming home."
Every child has wild, exuberant dreams of what they will become when they finally "grow up,"
Whether it's to save other people's lives from fires or perhaps a robber, all at the expense of their own.
Money and Fame, that's almost everyone's aim.
To be the best a what they do and find the perfect career to pursue.
However, my dreams are not the same.
Happiness is what I'd like to gain, for my goal to unfold.
Government. Power. Politics. Politician.
I could change our nation.
I could change the world.
My life would forever be changed.
People tell me it is impossible.
"Never. Gonna. Happen."
A dream. My dream? or His dream? It starts out like this.. I am a C.O.D.A. Child Of a Deaf Adult. Otherwise known as a child with a deaf parent.
I go to class every day in seek of more knowledge,
deeper into debt each year I stay in college.
I have to study and use all my logic,
but have warm dreams of living in the tropics.
Frighting for you
Fighting for my loved ones
Fighting to keep the sky blue
Fighting for those late night runs
Fighting for those happy days
Fighting for the you to live
…Something to live for.
Prove it in expressive detail.
Our existence is a privilege,
But it is selective to those in ways unbeknownst to the cerebral cortex.
How much does freewill weigh?
Can one job define us?
Can our hunger for success, fulfillment, and adventure be satisfied with just one job.
What if I told you yes!
Would you believe me?
Probably not! Am I right?
Belle, meaning beauty from the land of France
We remember from the movie how she put Beast into a trance
But remember how her nose was always in a book,
She received taunts from the one who falsely loved her, Hook...
If you were to hold me, you'd note I was cold
That's of course, if you were really that bold.
It takes courage to love a lion,
Especially one who needs no shoulder to cry on.
I was never fragile, never so weak--
Lights up. Curtain ready.
Breathe.
Check mic, hands steady?
Breathe.
“You’ll do great.” You’ll be fine.” “Break a leg!”
Breathe.
Shake, jump, split. Hear the orchestra swell, it’s time to
I want to work in hospitals, universities, industries, and laboratories.
A blend of engineering, biology, and medicine,
I’ll have many possibilities and through all of my duties
I stood there covered in sweat and grease,
holding my ground trying to keep the peace.
Cheerful faces all around
laughing and talking all one sound.
I look to my my left, the popcorn starts to rumble,
I stand on the edge of the abyss
Staring into the multitude of eyes and hushed excitement
Red ones spout criticism
"She's just a naive child with too big a nose"
Sit back, relax, be quiet in the theater and enjoy this flick because the story that’s read will dilate your pupils with a scripted visual sense of purpose.
Three, two, one fade to image, hello it’s I direction,
Mom and Dad want me to evaluate the broken,
To diagnose them with the disease we all have- surreal survival,
Dark black monsters coil around my brain
Whispering sentiments and dark thoughts,
Clouding my judgment while
Hushing my moral code.
My grades begin to slip
And my body begins to expand while
I’ve been told to give up and I’ve been told I would never succeed
And for a long time I would have agreed
Because the negativity inside my head would never go away
It was putting me down each and every day
I am your doctor
I am here to help, to talk
You're the strongest here
I'm here to make you stronger
Please, we're friends just talk to me
The sun rains in through the grimy blinds
But all you see is the future, a future you have planned for,
Thought of, strived for, fought for, will live for,
Yet something hold you back.
You had it all planned out.
6am alarm goes off
Get up, get dressed, eat breakfast.
Into work by 7
Always the first one in
Unlock the office get ready to start the day
You sit at the the stained oak desk of God
Of Fate
He eyes you through his silver-sliver-rimmed glasses
Gazes into your soul and the manila-enveloped list of your life
In neatly printed, size 12 font
A job at home, a job so easy.
How I wish my thumbs could stay
on my greasy space bar.
Typing away, entering my binary code,
protecting the cyber world.
From thieves and inappropriate sites.
As a kid I always knew I didn't want a regular life.
I didn't see myself as a nurse (blood makes me queasy).
I didn't see myself as a lawyer (I have to big of a conscience)
Music, lights, warmed up toes
make-up on and ready to show.
Passion, anxiety, the thrill of go
pointe shoes tied and preparing to throw.
Caution to the winds,
Heart to the world,
Fear out the door.
She looks at life full of wonder
Doudt surrounds her
Will she make it
She wonders whats to come
Clouds surrounds her
Will she make it
She sees sunshine
Hope at last
Will she make it
You know when you're in the car
Driving down the same street to the same place
To work, school, or home
And then you see him
You look away guiltily, you think,
"God, what can I do?"
I started to care about how I'd look,
so I picked up GQ instead of a book.
To be on the cover of the magazine,
or to be the man behind the scenes.
I was inspired, now I'll be,
I saw McCandless up there, unleashed and free
When I was of an age barely more than three
I knew then that I would be like him
I would to that black abyss to swim
Jittering just at the thought
Of another brilliant day,
Up and higher, is the only direction
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
-My child ears were berated by this question
"A Doctor or Lawyer, or Undersea Explorer"
-Why does it matter?my child mind would wonder
You listen and you learn
and you search and you earn
your right to gain what you didn't have before.
If understanding your mind is what it takes
to be safe and sound
I'll do it.
I graduated in 2010, wondering where I belong. I couldn't kick it
I tried teaching english to those who don't speak it
I tried the fast pace world of shippin' it in logistics
I tried therapy for those who are autistic
Who grows up like their parents expect
Now-a-days?
Divorce when I was three
Marriage when I was four
Divorce when I was eight.
Maybe I didn’t grow up in the slums
Bad as it could be
Expanding our knowledge
Day after day
Questons of the youth arise
"why am I here?"
"I swear I heard this last year."
Repetion begins and creativitiy fades
"I want to be more than him
Becoming who I am destined to be
Will put me on covers of VOGUE
It will allot me the favor
Of rubbing elbows with Anna Wintor
The purpose of lifeIs to have purpose in lifeYour purpose is your passionOr maybe passion is your purpose,Either way, it starts and ends withService.Dad told me to find a way
She was an opera singer
that communicated in ways bigger than her little body could.
Proper breath, proper phrasing, proper diction, proper dynamics, proper support.
An opera singer who lost her voice.
We have been taught to change the world,
But mostly the world spins on and continues to change us.
I know things can be different for me,
They have to be.
I refuse to be a part of the same old routine,
She comes to meNot only listening, but living what I speak.
She steps up to the plate.She swings.She succeeds.
The creditall given to her,but she thanks me.
You think you know me!
Who I am, what I’m about.
Let’s be honest here, you have no idea.
Muchin? I go there.
College? It’s near.
Put this on.
No No try this.
You'll look more presentable they say.
I was born in a world to stand out,
But no one accepts you unless you fit in.
These shoes you try to fit me in
just dont fit Me.
A beautiful house sits on a hill
One that was built from scratch
I watched as the owner designed it;
Cardiology the study of the heart and it functionsThis is my dream job and I need to take action.10 years of learning is what it'll take.I'm scared I might breakBut I know I got wat it takes
Dreams, Dreams, Dreams
I do have many
but one that I would like to achive is to be a lawyer
own my own firm and then become and employer
helping many by providing that extra twenty
Dreams, Dreams, Dreams
Everyone knows who they were born to be,
Some musicians, some teachers, some on TV.
However, when it comes to me,
Everyone will know my name, sea to sea.
It wasn't easy to get there,
It’s lyrical almost
The way the lines meld together
In perfect synchronization
There’s splendor in these works
Absolute candid magnificence
There’s precision in these angles
If I could have any job
It would be to not make people sob.
Helping people would be the dream
And I can do that by many means.
I would love to do Engineers Without Borders
If dreams come true,
Then excitement will fill everything I do,
I'll work hard for all I gain,
Bringing the past to the future
Learning how our ancestors lived
preserving ancient knowledge
for future generations to see
A historian is what I would be
Completing a timeline of Earth's history
Some say we breathe dust, eat papyrus,
finger leather-bound tomes with gusto.
Others say our skin is thin, pale as paper,
our blood thick, dark like ink in a bottle.
Beauty comes in marks of perfect imperfection;
They are the stretch marks and cellulite that are engraved into your skin,
They are the freckles and pimples that may cover your face,
All you can do is cry.
You get out of the shower,
Not feeling the warm tears that have just flooded from your eyes.
Your face is still warm from the hot shower you took to release your mind.
Over and over we're told,
"Pick something you'll enjoy"
"You're gonna be stuck with it"
"What is important to you?"
But, where are the people asking how they can help us get there?
I want to be that person.
I am free
To be what I want to be...
I can fight overseas
Or even raise bees
I can dance or I can sing
I might even work for bing
But is it really true
That I can get a job out of the blue?
If I do not have a job
How can I live life
How can i support a wife
Then children if they come
I call myself a builder of the body
I build what God gave me
I lift for me
As I love to lift
Broken bodies and broken souls
Needing someone to fill the holes
Left by illness and accidents
What if I could earn my degree in college?
What if I could go to Japan?
What if I could get paid to edit manga?
Or what if I'm turned down?
What if they say nay,
what if, what if, WHAT IF?!
Running,
Climbing,
The prince he saves her,
Credits,
Rolling
The ending's closer,
story,
told and,
It's so repeted,
Emotional depth,
oh so needed,
Everyone wishes for something,
like those who dream to sing.
And it is my wish to capture
the pure moments of rapture,
of faces rarely seen.
There are so many in this world,
Life Is What You Make of It
Life is what you make of it
Not how much you fake it
Not your dress or a stupid zit
Every day that goes by, I think of the man that I wish to be.
Though I sometimes forget, I look in the mirror and see,
A man with a pen who writes tales of great wonder,
Imagine yourself behind a lens
With the power to direct
A film that portrays the future
Or life in retrospect
Imagine getting to hold the clapboard
And loudly yelling "Action!"
One job may change my life,
as I transition from my ongoing strife.
This job I know, will be something special,
Surely not a dead end into which I will settle.
This job of mine will feed my soul,
My dream job that will completely transform my life path into something beautiful would be to become a Plastic Surgeon! There is no other job more exhilarating than being a Plastic Surgeon.
Change.
It is what everyone wants to see in the world.
I want it.
You want it.
He, she, we want it.
One job could change my life.
One job could make a difference in the world that I have come to know. Just one. For once, one job in my life that isn’t working for my dad or house sitting or babysitting.
May I have a millstone for a necklace
As I drift at sea
Than to let a child sin
I wish to give them guidance
Then to helplessly watch the world crush their dream
One Job May Change My Life
Fighting for the justice of innocent civilians
Becoming someones "hero"
An obstetrician has a lot on their plate
Responsible for bringing in lives
But I know this is my fate
People say I’m crazy
Because of the amount of school
Also the debt
Ill end up in too
One job may change my life
For the better
Or for worse
I want to be in a job
where others can
rely on me.
A job
where I can help
those who need it
not just want it.
If I could have just one job,
It would to be make a sad child smile.
A smile full of sunshine and hope,
Something they have not experienced for awhile.
If I could have just one job,
Beyond a dream
on a stage
it isn't about me
it isn't about fans, fame, fortune or other words thrown around by those who have too much and give nothing
All I really know
is that my favorite color has always been blue.
As I have grown up in life
it was the sea and the sky that I intrigued me.
I can make discoveries,
just put me up to bat.
Finding out what's always there?
Just need time for that.
But when you say, "Create something!"
that's when life gets fun.
I can’ t paint with a brush that well,
But I know how to paint with a pen and an ink well.
My words form pictures that pictures themselves couldn’t describe.
Your photograph may be worth 1000 words.
A little girl sits at the kitchen table with her Mommy,
Not even five and this little girl always ties everyone's shoes,
She always shares her snacks,
She always loves with all her little heart.
Working at the local grocery store
Bagging groceries like it’s my life
As I bag, I dream of the future
What could life be like if it were perfect?
I stare at my wrists
Blood dripping red
Trying to drive
the demons from my head
Do I jump
Do I stand
On edge waiting
With a blade in my hand
I want to live
I stare at my wrists
Blood dripping red
Trying to drive
the demons from my head
Do I jump
Do I stand
On edge waiting
With a blade in my hand
I want to live
It’s been eighteen years since I took my first breath,
And between the most recent two, I’ve undergone many debates.
It's just one job.I'll never strike it rich;I'll never make it big.
It's just one job.I'll be cursed out;I'll be spat upon.
The number does not change,
it never changes
No, all they can see is that number.
The number that distinguishes me from other applicants.
Stroke, Stroke, Stroke,
a rythem thrums.
Kick, Kick, Kick,
breath quick.
Stroke, Stroke,
peaceful sound.
Kick, Kick,
peaceful splash.
Stroke, Kick,
swimming quick.
It’s not about the fame,
It’s not about the money,
Well maybe just enough so I don’t go hungry.
It’s about making a game,
It’s about making a story,
Using every subject that’s in my inventory
Asians love their rice
These people are white like mice
Night time, you can only see their smiles
Speaking, we take it for granted
Speaking, it connects us all
Speaking, it could raise us up
Speaking, it could be our downfall
To speak or not to speak, that could be the question
My mother is a tax preparer
My father is an Electrician
They been so for twenty five years
Still
They struggle to keep up with the bills
And keeping us alive
One job is all i need, a nurse who doesn't suffer from greed, just the job that i need.
What a job you have there!
Magnificent! Outstanding! A dream job surely!
It must be the best!
Just look at your desk!
The zeros on your check!
Atop a building! With power and influence!
Time and time again, never have I said.
That I want to be, someone who is me.
Forever acting, but never lacking.
True pssion in life, helping those with strife.
Then one summer day, someone had to say.
I seek to create and rebuild
to bridge the gap between techonolgy and ourselves
in a manner which merges math and physics
with a touch of pure intelect
engineering will allow me to construct the world
"Children are the future,"
So everyone says.
"Children are the future,"
Show me your proof, then.
Hungry, impoverished
Children on the streets?
Too many in the classroom,
One job that could change everything
What could that be?
What would change everything, everything?
It has to be something important,
Maybe not to everyone but important to me.
An elephant, some dolls, and a few bears,
All lined up in plastic chairs.
Slumping over in their seats.
They do not really listen to me.
No, no, no.
This is wrong.
When I look up to the sky I want to be there,
I want to be with the moon and the stars.
If I can't be there, I want to build something that can.
Aerospace engineering is the career for me.
"I just don't know how you're giong to pay back all these loans."
My mother says
unfamiliar, like most of my family, with the cost of college.
Knowledge
Information
Books
Dollar Sign
Theatre
has given me so much over the years.
It has provided a place where I can freely
express
myself, without judgement, and I can
release
all of my inhbitions and fears and
My dream is bigger than life itself, I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders,
for that even wouldn't stop me from the dream I behold of, the sky is never the
My dream is bigger than life itself, I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders,
for that even wouldn't stop me from the dream I behold of, the sky is never the
A job that could change my life .
A physical therapist, an interesting career.
A job that concises of a DPT Degree, a license & compassion with no fear.
Just one child
the time of day.
Just one child
help the pain go away.
I am here to help.
I am here to hear.
I am here to take care of you.
I have a dream.
I have a dream of helping people.
In this dream, I see myself next to a U.S. soldier, helping him recover from an attack that caused him to become paralyzed from the waist down.
Maybe the mistakes you thought you made, wasn't a mistake.
Maybe the person you wanted, wasn't the person you needed.
Just because you didn't want something to happen, doesn't mean it shouldn't have happened.
There comes a point in every young child’s life
When they hear the famous speech “I Had A Dream”
There comes a point in every young child’s life
When they want to become an astronaut or a princess
Bread crust crunches between my fingers
The enticing aroma around me lingers
Dancing beneath my nose
As food in the oven-heat languor’s
One job may change my life
but, some people complain about too many jobs ruining their life.
Taking care of your family
being true to yourself,
havng your friend's back,
paying your bills,
I want to be inspiring
But working is tiring
I want to be appreciated
I want to feel deviated
I decided I want to educate
May have made the decision late
First I was an engineer
Poor decision I made here
I want to help the world
Or maybe just that one girl
Who was told to raise a baby
The world in which we live has many predetermined regulations.
Likewise, the lives that we find ourselves living have many variables beyond our control.
Become a pro gamer?
No, I'd rather become a programmer
Coding for games is my biggest dream
I'd love to do it more than anything else
Working with a development team
Trying to get our games on the shelves
My occupation may not only change my life
Is my field of study really worth the price?
It can not only affect my life but so many more
It can potentially change a circumstance I’ve already endured.
When I tell people what I want to be, reactions vary.
Some of them are good while others are not.
"Oh, that's a respectable job, but how will you afford school?"
To aid those who have fallen,
To breathe in the air of knowledge,
To know that one made a difference
Makes the world so much better.
My life is drenched in sorrow,
When I first set my eyes on an animal.I KNEW.
When I first touched one. I KNEW
When I first spoke the words out my mouth. I KNEW.
When I first wrote. I KNEW.
When the question was asked to me. I knew.
The dream of working for myself, Deciding when I get paid, Working when I want too, Owning my own company is my dream.
If I could have one job to change my life,
I'd be a geneticist and find the cure to alzheimers.
I'd work in a lab all day,
and I'd save the ones with so much love,
and passion,
and hurt.
Do what you love and the money will follow is what they say. They don't tell you that the road to getting there may be shaky. They don't tell you the struggles, the indecision, the limits you must fight against to get to where you want to be.
D aring to make it a reality
R embering that I must try hard
E ager to begin
A typical variations could stand in my way
M edical school, here I come!!!
J oing the ranks of the work force
I want to ride thru the coastal nightsInstead of questioning my existance under michigan lightsI dont feel real unless it's pretendingI don't want to lose this rushI feel like its ending
My angel, my love, how I love thee, my dear
Forever by your side, so no need to fear.
You light up my life, you make my heart sing;
Your voice is like honey, it makes my ears ring.
Sunlight flitting across white cabinets and microscope slides
A visit to the children’s ward
Where they wait with cancer
To help, to endure, and to care,
To make the world, noble and fair,
To be able to heal the child with grace,
To return them to a parent's embrace,
To say I assisted children in need,
Tuesday night is writing night
Up at Saturday Night Live.
The cameras are off,
The lights are on,
And no one sleeps.
Everything’s funny
At two in the morning
But that won’t matter
Kids hate school.
That isn't a surprise,
Especially the older ones, the ones
Who can't find a point to the formulas or
Calculations, the prose analyzation and
Those stupid fill-in-the-bubble,
I hear your stories and feel your pain as if it were my own.
An anger and passion feel my bones as i figure out
How? What? What can i do to help you?
No, I haven't seen the streets nor have i taken that high
One job will change my life,
To make my life successful,
To help others,
And make them healthy.
College, do what I have too, too afford it
Four years of Nursing school
Graduate,
Work,
My dream, job would be to be a Pyschiatric speicialist. My junior year of high school i was placed in a Psych Ward for attempted suicide.
Alarm
Sigh
Time for work again.
Same
Routine
Make money to stay alive.
Boring
Life
In this cubicle the beauty outside has started to die.
No
More
Money is my boss.
Scrubs eh
Oh, that's what you call these
But that ain’t what I call them
These things right here
I call them my work clothes
Everyday I leave the comfort of my bed
Where to?
The words flow from the pen to the page
Then from the page to screen
That's what I want to see
Words
My job would be words
Millions of combinations of twenty-six symbols
Creating people and worlds
A job can change your life
Just a single one
Where you flip enough burgers to pay for school
Or scrub enough counters to buy a car
But a job will change more lives than just yours
To call upon hearts to give what they can
To bring what I’ve gathered to far away lands
I am ready
To roar a plane to vigorous life
To bring helping hands, prepared to fight
I am ready
Let's dream together
And build images of a world we never knew.
Let's dream bigger
And turn our thoughts to tangible,
Creatures of day,
Rather than imaginary monsters of night.
Let's dream together
Never once did I believe that it was I who could conceive,such a career fueled by dreams, of both the telescope and mewe gaze together upon the lights of the past that becomes my present
To become a savior, to the ones that we call friends,
There are ones that we call Veterinarian.
They help and heal our furry friends,
Both big and small.
O how this would change who i am,
Big decisions
Different choices buzzing around my head
So many, too many
They all ask about your future
Tell you to pick the standard jobs, take the typical path of life
All I can hear are voices
Tears in my eyes, emptiness in my heart,
I feel like life is falling apart,
Reckless and young,
I stick out my tongue,
And put up my middle finger
For someday they will all linger
September 4th 1992,
commencing day one of employment ,
this marked the beginning of changing my life,
my title; daughter, sister, friend,
so many responsibilities,
but naturally adjusting,
The glistening sun shining on my face. The soothing wind that caresses me. I open my eyes to realize that I am discovering new places I've never been to. Feeling the camera strap around my neck.
Children should not be so sick so young.
As human beings we try so hard to keep them safe.
Nothing will stop us from trying to find the cure.
I hear, that if you listen hard enough you can hear them,
The plants of the Earth.
They tell you the secrets they hide,
Some cure for all ache, Food for hungry bellies, The saviour of humanity as it stands today.
My purpose is unknown, unfuffilled.
I feel like there's nothing to live for.
Helping others out of my own free will;
That desire, that passion, makes my heart soar.
I listen to people attentivly,
Ever since I was young,
I remember feeling like I was different.
I knew that I was meant to do something
More than simply speak with my tongue.
I could feel it in my spirit,
The ivory keys let out a sorrowful narration as I caress them through another Nocturne.
That one job....
When I was a young girl I dreamed of being a dance teacher
Point your toes, chest up, relax your shoulders
I just couldn't wait to say it.
I'm waiting for the dayThe day I get that phone callThat emailEtextEviteTo ignite my sensesAnd collide my childhood day dreams of yesterdayWith my childhood mindest of today
Just one job may change my life, it will push me into my future as a woman and wife.
Just one job may change my view, i might see the world through a different shoe.
I am scared for my future.
I have nothing planned out.
I have a dream that I want to persue
and everyone tells me I should persue
but I don't know how
and I'm scared to blow full force into it.
The pride of my family, I've got a tradition to uphold.
It weighs on my should. It's what I've been told.
Face the opportunity. We're meant to live bold.
Engineer, mathematician
Computer programmer, statistician
A job that makes money
I can't put my knowledge to waste
I wanted to be a teacher
But for my intelligence that's not enough pay
Grease and grime, I can smell the oil. I can hear the engines roar.
The vbrations now are overwhelming; I know what I was made for.
This amazing world, I've come to know has captivated my gaze.
Designer in me
From computers to paper and pencil
From color swatches painting walls
From left corner to on the table
Interior design is where I belong
Diligent, productive, confident
I have the makings of a boss
Young mother, broke, in debt
But none of the funds to get there
Pirouette, leap, shimmy
I want to own a dance studio
Bussiness, risk, money
Golden red days in the meadow do starve,
Happy too, the warning of eternal death,
for life is to forever our soul carve,
So that we may move on to a new breathe.
I remember grade one
When the parents asked
"What do you want to be?"
Fireman, princess, baker, happy
And every person knew their purpose
I remember grade five
When the teachers asked
You know that one thing you love more than life itself?
That thing you breathe and sleep because it just makes you melt.
It's the one thing you would be empty without,
your live would be pointless, it's what you're about.
A question like any for myself to answer
Can I teach because education does not occur
When students use school as their battlegrounds
Nihilism hits bravery with irony
Once, I wanted to be in a rock band,
Jammin’ on the piano.
In my made-up band, “The Treelimbs”
For a while, that dream stood,
And I was encouraged to dream,
But that’s not what I want to do.
Father’s heart died in his briefcase
In a cubicle -
His graveyard.
But it fuels my dream,
My dream of working at a magazine –
And writing my life away,
Sharing my words of honesty.
Behind bars the lonely boy wept
Behind bars the angry boy kept
Behind bars is no place for a kid, but
Behind bars is the place where he lives
One woman to lead the way
One woman to save the day
"Study" says Mother
"Study" says Father
"Study" says the brother and the sister
And the others
She studies
And studies
And studies
She gets nowhere
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 is making someone elses dream happen.
Helping this person become better than they were yesteday.
Yes, I know ths does not make money.
I have a dream, a future that I envision
A mission to make change in the nation
What if we can fix the broken upon recent creation?
Become a doctor for the little ones, become a Pediatrician.
Since I was little
I didn't want to change lives.
But rather have my life changed
by others, who don't realize
Whats wrong.
Fear, unknown.
Never feeling alone.
Trotting daringly through the meadows of flowers
I feel the pulse beneath my feet
Frolicking with the whisp of the wind
I hear it stirring
Bringing me closer and closer until suddenly
I kneel
It's writing with a pen thats lost all the ink,
You keep trying but you cant get down what you think,
And the thoughts are a flood in the back of your head,
You speak up to let them out but noone cares what you said,
My eyes scream for the death of a once-respected art form,
The deep content and emotional triggering was the norm.
Dead; the outcome of originality and heart in films of our age,
A child walks down the hallway, allowing the thoughts of doubt and frustration to fill her mind. She just wants to be different than the lies she's told. A doctor, a teacher, a life changer, her goals. A door slammed in her face, trash thrown at...
I.
I have always thought love was a lesbian,but I never told my father. I swallowed guilt
each time he apologized for his signature
on carbon copies of divorce papers.
The cold wind cuts like a butcher's knife
As a faint scent dances on a ruby nose
Beckoning an icy heart to home
As the first spring sun calls a rose
Something familiar, known from youth
If I had to do one job it would be to be able to provide to the youth a little bit of wisdom given by my scribbled down pictures from the words that I have written.
The is but one job that I want
Which I dream of daily,
To be a chef and make a croissant
My dream, I imagine gayly.
Cooking in the household room
Where magic happens in the stove,
Ever since I was a little girl,
I always dreamed of owning my own store.
A store with clothes, jewelry and more,
I always wanted a life full of stylish galore.
Fashion has always been a part of my life,
If I could just reach down
Way deep down inside the pit of my stomach
Into the bottom of my soul
I would draw out what was there
And slap it on the nearest thing
A Canvas
A Paper
If I could just reach down
Way deep down inside the pit of my stomach
Into the bottom of my soul
I would draw out what was there
And slap it on the nearest thing
A Canvas
A Paper
Starving
Desperate, Hopeless
Wishing, Wanting, Begging
College, Debt, Wealthy, Employed
Striving, Achieving, Believing
And this is why you are wrong
At what cost will this affect them?
Compared to what?
What hard evidence do you have?
I don't mean to put you on the spot?
Senator?
Senator?
It is a cold world out there,
and there are many people going sick.
I do not want to leave this world
without making a difference to other precious lives.
There is a job for which I will do anything. There is a job for which I would struggle everyday to obtain.There is a job for which my entire life is aimed at obtaining. What is this job that demands my attention so?
What do I want to be?Listen close, and you'll see.I wanna help people,I wanna make a difference.Touch their lives,
Since the age of five,
I've known and I've tried,
To help others in need.
"Oh doctor, doctor
Please give me some water"
--I know who I want to be.
I've always cared about others,
A life for a life
They change mine
And I'll change theirs
They'll make me some kind of hero
Their strength will make me stronger
My plan is bigger than social work
I would walk this secret path,
that no one could see,
my signature sound,
would make my enemies flee.
My aim would stay straight,
and my hand would be steady,
for when my country calls,
The (a)bouts of illness
were pain full,
excrusheating,
difficult to live through.
She fell(ed hopes),
built up,
and fell(ed) again.
Through time
she became my
Look around! What do you see? The good of man-kind? or the wickedness of humans? Life? or death? For justice could take many forms and shapes, but there must be the choosen few to shape it into something more than a mere blob.
Commercials and motivational speakers make you dream
But it's really up to you to put the dream in action
Chase your dream till it becomes your reality,
Sometimes it seems so far out of our reach
I remember my first comic book
Watchmen - I was skeptical.
Superheroes could't be intellectual.
But now i've read it seven times
There's always something new to look at
How are we so comfortable?
This earth, this tree of life, one great cosmic network,
slowly suffocating, struggling to breathe, to flourish, to provide,
this world gives us nothing but unconditional love
Ever since I was litte
And I mean really REALLY little
I have been in love with the ocean
I lived in southern California
With it's beautiful beaches, and beautiful waters
And I loved the beach too
My dream job would be to program,
be a part of Google.
Help lead future innovation,
robots of the future.
Education is a must,
four years in college to advance.
Learn about programming,
As a traveling nurse, I would witness such a wide range of cultures and traditions, from Korea's fashion sense to Spain's Flamenco festivals.
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
I want to work
Where the wind takes me
I want to work
Where my efforts can help others
I want to work
Where I can be enriched by new cultures
Meet new people
The one job that may change my life,
The dream job I want to Change my life,
soccer a pro soccer player one with skills like no other,
win titles like no other, Be as good as no other. Be myself without no other,
The hot sun drenched us, warm sweat rolled down my cheeks
the shovel was getting heavy
my arms were getting weak
but if that ditch taught me one thing, it's the power of a job
I never wanted anything,
Of this cold and dark space,
Accept to make my way through it,
There was no real winter in the desert.
As children, we would stair at the sky
And wish that the small white flakes would
Fall from the heavens and kiss our faces,
Like they did for the children on tv.
I'm not a Hippie
I just want to make others Happy.
It will be difficult to study and to not party hard in college.
To graduate is just an expensive privilege to be acknowledged.
People make connections, families, ties,
My dream job would be to help preserve, save lives.
Working with patients in foreign beds,
Helping them fix things they feel are in their heads.
From coast to coast,
From Heathrow to JFK,
I'd run to each terminal just in time to save my day
Screwed up internal clock,
The source of this jet lag
Well, it wouldn't be such a drag
I want to change the world
There is no simpler task
All that is required
Is the courage to wear a mask
Intellegence is key
In stopping the killing spree
There's a light at the end
Of this tunnel of trusses
And bridges to cross
By taxi and busses
But somebody has to
Design it all first
That master's degree -
It makes my mind thirst
Year after year, class after class,
A dull grey ooze of shapeless mass,
Squishes through one sleepy ear,
But out the other to disappear.
Oh, how I wish it were not true,
Day after Day
Hour after Hour
Time rolls by
I'm one step closer
Yet so far behind
I can see the light
At the end of the tunnel
And I'm almost there
It's my light
My own path
I believe in myselfbut why can't they?photography is my cup of teathey just disagree that's not a real job they stateall of this hate
Ain’t been many jobs I’ve thought I’d like to have,
In fact there’s only one I love that I’ve seen,
And you know it happens to be directing, film making,
It’s putting movies up on the silver screen.
Sitting on the dusty ground;
looking, eyes scanning, always prowling for the little black speck.
The little black speck that shows life was here,
Here fifty million years have passed,
broken young
weak
ill
alone
not worth breathing anymore
a warmth comes in the cold
white coat
gentle hands
nourishes
cares
hope
I've gone through everything.
Encouragement; Discouragement.
Praise; Ridicule.
Advice; Sabotage.
You name it, my art has felt it.
Then, an opportunity, a chance!
A risk, a gamble.
I was a woman drowning in my own tears, bound by the chains of my own depression.
No one around to listen to my story and be the ear to my painful confessions.
My dream job is to work in childcare
I desire to be children's support in life before they go off into the "real world"
My dream job is to work in childcare
I feel the need to help other children suceed in life
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"An artist," I innocently answered my parents at four years of age.
"What do you want to be in the future?"
Jobs, Money, Economy, Scarcity. They're all things that control how people view ones life, looks, and ethnicity.
Everyone deserves a beautiful smile,
Help yourself and I can help as well.
I'll be your dental hygienest
And you will be the patient.
The patient that changed my life
With your shiny teeth and you.
My mother always taught me,
That your career shouldnt be a job
It shouldnt be where your miserable
Since I was six,
I had a computer.
Computers were so strange.
Words and pictures come with a click,
Words and numbers I summoned.
Soon the computer was an extension.
One life.
One child.
One woman.
One dream.
One job.
One heart.
A heart that rhythmically beats and accelerates,
accelerates at the thought of being a healer,
They say one job could change me life.
Change my situation.
Change my family.
Change my heart.
Change my look.
Change my friends.
Change my relationships.
Change my goals.
For the love of music
I need to share it's quality.
It brought me a friend
and to save a soul.
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.
Just a year old
when he had his first surgery
Doctors swarmed around him
to fix his valve and artery
Oh how I'm looking forward to the future
But what if I FAIL?
I don't want to be a Loser
But only tie will tell
What if I get a job an I don't like it?
I guess I won't know until I try it
Life is full of suprises
Whether we like it or not
We will always have our ups and downs
We will always have people that don't want
to see us succeed in life
We're all born the same, but we're all not brought up the same.
We're all here, yet our only purpose isn't to exist... it's to co-exist.
Let's gravitate towards each other, with a helping hand extended.
Helping victims that have been stabbed with a knife,
That's the kind of job I want to change a life.
Helping the ones who have been hurt and abused,
That's the job I choose.
Putting away those child molesters
Basketball or maybe even football,Two of my most favorite sports,Two of the jobs i would love to do,Running the field or playing on the court.
I can paint a picture without my hands.
I can sing a song without my lips.
I can see another world without my eyes.
Inside my mind, my dreams run wild.
Money and fame seem so mild.
I am a homeless manenraged at all the voices.
A shotgun is in my hand.
The hordes are never noiseless.
I swear it’s all a game,
I can feel that they control me.
Never meant to bring them here,
Pain and suffering surrounds us all,
The fog of hurt encompasses the air.
We struggle to get by but we constantly see ourselves fall.
Our pain lies in our mind, heart, body, and soul.
Little kids want to be movie stars and astronauts,I just want to be the difference. The difference between despair and hope,The helping hand you never knew you needed.
A life to change
a mind to grow
what a job
can give to you
everyone holds
their dream close
hoping and wishing
for that future
for me it's speaking
I sit alone. Half my face in the light.
Silence is golden. In it I write.
Carving up beauty from letters of might.
Lost in the lines. Is it day? Is it night?
One smile may lift my spirit;
One class enhance my knowledge.
One job may change my life
With the essential assistance of college.
I posses the hands of an artist,
but throughout the past few years,
My ultimate dreamy job is to be a traveling journalist/author
writing short stories and the like.
Every week I'm in a different lavish hotel,
my rooms paid for by a
I have a dream
A dream that could terminate the dangers of a forgotten generation
That one day I can go home to find that my fixation of a land blazing
with life is not dead
For years I've stood longing,
waiting just outside the door,
hoping for an education,
dreaming of something more.
I want to work for Google,
as a software engineer,
The sciences are mostly seen as male-dominated right?
Well this woman will shed some light,
Do you know
That the universe
Millions of lights
Glowing bright
From such a height
Is in someone
As small as me
As small as you
As big as us
Nothing I would love more
than to see the world and explore.
Through a lens I'd capture it all,
Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall.
This life I would love to live
I have so much more that I can give....
High school education,
College education.
Find what you love,
Discover new things.
Be what you want to be,
You can do anything.
Don't make the same mistakes as me,
One life to live out,thousands of lives to influence.Can I weave words and soundsand perchance make a difference?
I try to live my life with certain themes.
Now I would like to give you a little piece of me.
I am ready to learn the skills
On how to dispense the proper pills.
I want to make an impaction
Lights, camera, action
60 minutes of tough,
hardcore, gridiron action.
And there I stand,
taking it all in.
Focusing and analyzing each play,
remember highlights
and memorizing stats.
Hidden by giants, covered by shadows
Relied upon yet overlooked
Smallest of the elite, but carrying the largest load
Such is the life of an NFL kicker.
I'M SORRY, I'M NOT LIKE YOU
i'm NOT like YOU OR ANYONE, i am who i'm meant to be
I AM ME.
I will NEVER HURT anOtheR person by CALLing them NAMES
THAT iS just not HOW I WAS RAISED.
Fingers flash, lightning speed
Data arrays upon the screen
Functions, numbers, strings galore
Erupt from a mind so keen
An amateur might get weary
From viewing a screen so bright
Fingers flying to write the words sung in my mind
Releasing a thousand hearts into the world
Their stories to tell and their tales to become
The record of their world.
A thousand people a thousand stories
All my dream jobs
allow me to create.
To please the mobs
who do not wish to imitate.
I, a fashion designer
could sew my dreams
into something finer,
creating my dreams through seams.
as i picked up my dad's guitar
i thought
"yeah, i got this"
and i wowed the audience with a flawless rendition of puff the magic dragon
drawing my influences from the 1973 gibson itself
Do you ever wonder what it's like to have your dream job?
You sit in your bed thinking on and on,
What is my dream job?
If you were me and I was you,
maybe we'd have the same dream too
Je suis Américaine
Si vous pouvaiez voir, mes français est.... eh.
Je ne comprende les accents ou le grammaire française bein.
De temps en temps, j'ai de problemes avec trouvé mon mots
Mon accent est terrible
Applications,
Essays,
Letters of Recommendation.
Hours,
Hours,
Hours of work.
Work that makes my eyes blurry
Or fingers cramp.
For what exactly?
If there was one job;
To change my life;
I would be a Gamer;
Until I die.
The thrill of the chase;
The glee of victory;
Immersed in story and mystery.
A student seeking money am I.
To write a poem I will try
A career to investigate
That will ultimately liberate
The author from his misery
Trapped inside a dead end job
Working from six to three.
If I had a job
A perfect one, hopefully in a couple of years
It would be
As a nuclear pharmacist, finding disease
Pharmacy is a long journey
Six years of study
I don't mind, I don't care
What makes a dream careerTo each his ownFor we all differIn what makes us feel at home
One job... may change my life.
One person... may change my life.
One child... may change my life.
One patient... may change my life.
One word... may change my life.
One cell... may change my life.
In front of thousands of people
I had a dream I was singing
With my guitar close at hand
What an amazing feeling
But gosh what a feeling
Live performances take courage
What is music
I live for my art.
My skills don't set me apart,
but they flow, through my pen, from my heart.
It's embodiment, I have been from the start.
A hollow vessel would remain if it ever depart.
I'm perplexed by dreams of haunting indescretions
I've never needed anyone else in this world
When I close my eyes is when I feel the disconnection
You could find someone better...
You could be appreciated
One type of job that could change my life is being able to be a psychologist so that be able to one day open a foster house, which is my dream.
IF there was a job,
that could change your life,
what would you say.
Wouldnt that persuade you to achieve your dream,
I mean, who wouldnt want better for themselves
Isnt that why we're here
i've always been a writer
i know characters more than myself
vivid fantasies in my head
will become realities on the screen,
i want to be a screenwriter.
movies may not cure cancer
Awareness
The knowledge of the world around us
To figure out the mysteries
Create a bigger island
I visualize myself
Expanding our horizons
I'll expand the list
I'm Carlos, The Physicist
At home, in my sock drawer, I keep a piglet notebook.
About halfway through, I have my first worded entry, cappuccino.
Twelve
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Anonymous,
Who knew you could ever live in a world so perfect.
I mean cruel.
With my wild imagination as a child,
I thought about what I wanted to be,
A princess, maybe a doctor,
Perhaps a lawyer or even a writer,
The possibilties were endless,
The ideas enchanted me.
Eyes like a shutter
Mind like a lense
I capture the memories so that they don't fade or blend
Run that extra mile,
Pick up those and move them to that pile.
Keep up that pace,
The goal of this is to finish your race!
You look tired, you seem sore
But you have to keep giving it more.
Each and every day they say,
"You can't do this or that, no way."
But still I stand, my dreams in my hand.
Not letting their words define me or create me,
When we go walk
through the woods
we build ourselves
like the trees
that surround us.
if aptitude is handed down
with freckles and my
scoliosis, then surely I am
my mother’s daughter. I learned
early to correct my friends’
theres, theirs, and they’res—
later I came to understand
Science is an international study
Enriching our lives,
Making us better
Go to the doctor and get a prescription
But who made that medicine,
Who tested it,
Who was behind "the cure"?
Call me a teacherAnd I will smileI'm not there yetBut that's my goalI want to create smilesOn childrens facesOnce they enter my class room
One Job May Change My Life
From the hours of studying
To clinicals and tests
Passing my exams
And only giving my best
Applying for jobs has never been harder
I hope my future is looking bright
Sometimes I am not really sure
It can look as dark as nght
Or like an open door.
I always work my hardest
At school, on the field, or at Maguire's
A job is not simply an occupation,
For the name makes it seem so obligatory and mundane.
There is not better job for the 90,360 hour duration
I remember being a little boy and playing with dolls. The girls I played with welcomed me with open arms, even asking me to do their Barbie's hair or to style their My Scene doll's clothes. The boys on the other hand made fun of me.
In the halls of my mind, I see.
I see vibrant vistas, colorful characters, and wonderful worlds,
I see violent villains, ferocious fights, and saddening struggles.
I hold dearly the inventions of a wandering imagination,
Escaping reality to enter a dream, where
Nothing seems impossible,
Getting up every morning to contribute to the
Innovative future, creating
New technologies that will carry on for generations.
With all the confusion and noise,
We are trying to find
an escape.
A dark room full
with one source of light,
sharing with us solutions
to our problems,
answers
to our questions,
What if I travled the world?
No, I want more.
What if I showed my world the real world around them?
What if it were just me
A camera and some luggage
In a warzone maybe
I sat in class thinking it was easy
While everyone else failed out.
The next year I decided
To take the AP route.
I did extra work
And took a state-wide test;
Sensational, musical, vibrations fill my ears.
The acoustics of the world around me changes with every step.
Not being able to hear.
Not being able to see.
This does not mean you are usless and weak.
You are still normal to me.
And I wish to teach you.
As a little girl, I was told by my brothers not to cry
We played sports and they didn't play fair
But I kept playing
Injuries happened and I found I am not an athlete
But events showed me
I could manage
Many languages I will speak,Lessons are what I seek.To succeed in future careers,First I must join my college peers.
Where do I see myself in three years
that's always a popular question
hopefully not the base of a students fears
since I usually use a happy expression
But first i have to finish college
To be an Engineer must be surrealIt's the blueprint to a science that we can never see or feelIt's almost unfair what a little math can unveilStructures so necessary yet beautifully created for appeal
If I could have a job,
what would it be?
Would it be the highest chair in my original corportation
or the MTV broadcaster for Jenn and Justin's separation?
Would I travel the world to photograph earth's beauty?
Imagine swimming in the clear blue waters of Skiathos, Greece,
or observing the Mayan temples,
even if they're only in piece;
Reading the love letters Juliet's wall has come to receive,
I am but simple, feeble, and small;
but through what I build, I can inspire
a light in others of infinite fire.
i am but plain, but I can make great and tall,
a image of wonder to spark in all
Spark!
I can see the spark
Come from the eyes and radiate
Giving thought
Emotion
Inspiration
All to those eyes in dark
Dulled by the world outside
I was that
Those dull eyes
I’ve always dreamt about it. Working at E! I know it’ll be hard. I’ll finish school and get that degree. Hopefully I’ll also travel the world and get my experience. I’ve always dreamt about E! I know I can make it there if I work hard enough.
Flour, Sugar, Eggs and Butter
Batter in my Silver Mixer.
Flashbacks to my days of whisking
random items in my Nanny's kitchen.
Green beans, cinnamon, buttermilk, ketchup
A dream job?
Could eye be an artist?
Eye often thought of myself as having a unique viewpoint, but dont we all?
Could eye be an archeoligist?
Let me write for you.
Absorb my words and remember my name.
Search for me through the pages of the black and white print.
Adopt what you like of mine,
Compliment my style.
I was going to be a vet for as long as i can remember,
I was decided, convinced, wanted to be a member.
Animals were my thing,
And the money was nice.
There really was no reason to ever think twice.
No matter the age the stories the same
Wanting a change that is bigger than our current game
Dreaming of a greater life for us and our loved ones
The obvious answer is that obtainable dream
I wanted to help the animalsI wanted to save the planet.I kept changing my mind& I didn't understand it.
We hunger and we thirst.Everyone needs to eat.
In the kitchen I stand,I cook to serve the hungry.
This job will sustain them,Keeping them alive.
But they don't know,This job has changed my life.
As the sun was starting to rise on a nice summer day, she woke up.
Battling breast cancer, she always kept a smile on her face, but hold up.
Changes were about to occur, and maybe not for the best.
I watch my pops get up for work
Sunday, too, no time for church
Eight hour shifts, back to back
He doesn't know how to relax
Change my life? No cheats, no thrills
I just want a job to pay the bills
One job may change my life
That job is Psychology
Sitting in a room with a child
Helping them work throug their probems
Making a differnce in their life
That is my dream job
There is that one job
The job that could change it all
That could make me soar
To add numbers all day and find their flaws
This one dream of mine
To be an accountant I shall have to go to school
My dream is to be what most imagine
its what most could only dream of
what you see in movies.
No my dream is not to be an actor.
My dream is to be a Combat search and rescue doctor
Music pulsatesin time with my heartresonating through my bloodrattling my bonesWords flowthrough my fingertipsdripping inkstaining pagesIf I could writeabout music
A Dream job,
What is it?
What is this dream job,
That has me cornered so?
Is it the magic of the pen,
That scribbles on my soul;
Or is it the idea's of imagination,
I wanted to serve others
meaning people other than me
to let them know that they are
so much more than their disease
but how can I show them this love
that I have so eagerly to give
One Job, may change my life
take away worries,
And end all this strife.
How do I know
what is best for me?
how do I know my destiny?
"Figure it out"
"you should've known sooner"
Peace is very two dimensional ,
There comes happiness,
And there comes sacrifice,
With peace you have to make a sacrifice to achieve happiness,
Whether you accept it is your choice,
The one job that will change my life. That one and only job will be the one I have always dreamed of. Veterinarian Technology.
So, I'm sitting here thinking about growing up.
It's so hard to believe, it's so abrupt.
Working hard, striving for success.
That one job, you'd believe its the best.
One job may change my life
This dream job will not cause me strife
Living in a big city;
Somewhere very pretty.
With that one skyscraper,
Where I will be the editor of a paper
"Hello Ms. Perkins"
"Why, hello, Tom"
"Hey, can you determine--"
"Sorry I'm on the run"
"To where, are you going?"
"Somewhere to help someone"
"Is it China for exploring?"
Create – such a big word.
Help – a command to go make a difference.
How do we connect the two?
How could gentle brush strokes on a canvas,
One of the best things in the world,
It's an unseen beauty
Closeing your eyes makes it worth it all
Magical is an understatement
A kiss is like a new born baby,
Soft and delicate.
Growing up a spoiled child, unknowingly.
Struggling with degree in hand to find herself.
Struggling with second degree in hand to find her career.
Stumbling upon the life of a poverty-stricken self, unknowingly.
I have a dream.
One of great proportions
And ultimate adventure.
I dream to travel the world.
All of it.
For the rest of my life.
Exploring,
Adventuring,
Dreaming
Forever.
People may imagine my dream job as grotesque,
But I preceive the other side,
The curiosity of the crime scene,
pumps adrenaline through my psyche.
I, of course, talk of criminal illness,
Separation of Families,
By those elite that portray false hope.
To dishearten souls across the Florida Strait,
It is said that repeating the same task over and expecting different results is the definiton of crazy. But if one repeats the same task over from preschool to college expecting success, would they define us as crazy too?
She grabs a magazine and looks inside
All these "perfect women" fill the contents
A false reality seen with her eyes
Comparing herself to literal nonsense
The flawless faces photoshopped to perfection
History has shaped the way we feel, think, and act.
Time heals most things, but it doesn't change the past.
Many people today, African-Americans especially
Have done many things that just aren't necessary.
