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Dreaming is easy. Attainable in the mind. It's terrifying to wonder if those dreams will remain thoughts. Swimming in my head are the insecurities I fought everyday.
fully embrace every moment every experience every leap of faith keep yourself on your toes. learn to love the butterflies in your stomach grasp the fact that when you grow up… wait, that’s a myth.
I’m an ambitious man. A tool of destiny, a puppet of fate, transcending all of humanity. Cunning and charismatic, I seek
Dear, Pillow You don't get enough credit You should really only have one use but to me you have many You are there when no one else gets it
O, for my sole comfort in the night, Yet it is, at times, the one that causes me the fright. Nevertheless, it is my only solace when I am afraid;
a dream is just a dream it is only as believable as you want it to seem make it real and you will see dreams are as lively as you want them to be a heart is only a heart
As a child I would try to mix with sand with chalkTo create a new world of colorAs a child I would try to mix with sand with chalkTo create a new world of colorAnd I would take pinks and blues, and try to make purple.
At the start of January 2016, I just couldn’t wait Because that was the year I would turn the big one-8 The age I would go to SoCal and find my flow
Like a baby, my first steps are difficult. I fall countless times. There are bruises and wounds to remember the struggle. And like a baby, I keep trying. Like a baby, I look ahead and find Father waiting for me.
Out the window a thousand bright lights
I open my eyes , I close my eyes, I lay down, I wake up, Nothing has meaning. Everything is the same. You mean nothing. I mean nothing. THIS. ALL. MEANS. NOTHING. Without motivation, my world is a blur
"Follow your dreams!" they say. But how do they expect us to do this When we are meant to fit into the Cookie-cutter mold that they have made for us.
Although poor with no control, Nor significant influence to this world, I live and breathe to create and dream, The days when I will live my theme, The pitches and the octaves, To the harmonics I adopted,
All I need in life is neither family or fame All that I need is actually something unusual for a person my age Now you may be thinking, is it a Bible or maybe even a love? It is neither of these things,
The frosty gale glided through my thin fleece, Rattled the bones underneath, yet failing to Dampen the blaze that burned within beneath its marrow; like snow, to catch them I flew;
Open your palms, dont clentch. Imagine youre sitting, waiting alone on a bench. The leaves blow by, rolling past your tired feet, those that you use to chase dreams.
Follow your own path, because no one is going to do it for you, dream big, and do not fear the road before you. Troubles will rise but in time they will end, so do not fret for you are strong.
“Dream big” they say as if limits did not exist except for the disappointment when reality hits. That money controls, so much of our life And those “big dreams” remain a figment
To be successful. To be happy. To have a job and make money. Those were my dreams. But now, I wonder, where would those get me? There will always be people who’ve failed
Dreams come true True they already are Are we doing anything to make them come true True they become if you try
I am a dreamer, a wonderer, and an adventurer. I wonder what kind of life I will live. I hear the sturggles of my family around me. I see the pain of them as they cry in worry.
Who? Who am I? Who are you to ask? And yet, who am I to answer? Who am I?
My mother gave me a CD of Selena. i left the apartment and moved to the city expecting to her her songs, so I popped the CD in and found her fans instead, Es lo queme hablaba-
Lives begin with just one breath of air A cry so beautiful, Willing to fight to survive, To stand out in this world