My Dream
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My true passion,
the one and only thing that saves me from insanity,
the one thing that makes me different from everybody else,
not only is it a talent,
but it is an art,
and a sport,
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,
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,
My Dream
To many it may be crazy
But to me
Its something I want to achieve
My Dream
To many it may be hard to believe
But to me
Its a dream come true
My Dream
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,
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.
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
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.
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.
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
For the love of music
I need to share it's quality.
It brought me a friend
and to save a soul.
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 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?
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
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.
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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
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,
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.
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.
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 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
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
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.
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.
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.
