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A kid who just wants to be heard Someone who wants success Others look at him and say oh my he's blessed They don't know the pain, the problems Of always wanting to be the best His parents are proud of him
I painted a life sized mural in my room. Of a lost soul. I made my own paint it was bright red with specks of brown. I don't care about how The cow jumped over the moon, if ball is really life or why the chicken crossed the road.
Wealth is not relevant at the sunsets The sunset is not a place The sunset is a happiness that can only be dream Or is it? The sunset is a sense of security because you know the sunset will lead you to dreams
The first crack of the ice. The light sound of the birds flying back home.
You know that girl who's always smiling and laughing, That girl who isn't popular, but everyone likes her, That girl who can cheer anyone up within seconds, That girl who loves and cares for everyone?
You know that girl who's always smiling and laughing, That girl who isn't popular, but everyone likes her, That girl who can cheer anyone up within seconds, That girl who loves and cares for everyone?
Despair! Despair! Senior Year! It is the end of my  high school career. College 'round the corner. Applications Statements Money money!! Charish it. Senior year.  
The world is cruel Everyone always fights I thought we were supposed to be together
Food. Never has there ever been a more glourios word. We have always used food as a celebration. Christmas, we eat. Thanksgiving, we eat. Get an A on a test, we eat.  Hang out with friends, we eat.
Suddenly the skies are blue, The grass is green and the flowers grow. Could it be that I'm finally happy. I'm finally free, I'm finally home. I dont know about you, but I know about me.
Standing in front of the mirror Knowing who I am  But I feel like I'm lost In this wonderful land
Have you ever felt the kiss of a good book? It's delectable-- the wispy yellowed pages caress your fingertips
In the silence of the black night My eyes follow the black ink On crisp white sheets And I see a world of possibilities Imaginary and alive.   Yesterday I was a Celtic warrior
With its permanent power of emotional resonance, I have not a negative thing to say of music. To proclaim that music is not the ultimate cure for any broken soul is but an act of nonsense.
The streets turn to ice, and flakes fall fast. 
It starts with a storm The clouds looming above, the flashes of lightning, The pouring rain, and the rainbow that follows The lightning hit when she was rushed to the ER because her heart stopped
Some see the winter breeze as the coming of change, An end of the sun drenched days, Start of educational imprisonment. No more seasonal freedom. But they are wrong. Winter is:
I need to get my feet out of the sand It's time for teachers to teach. I need to leave these foreign lands It's time to hear reuniting friends screech. School has began,
When I was born, my soul was full of crack and cocaine Six months premature, those drugs nearly murdered my brain You called my mom? Mom like a stranger who gave me life Hand in hand. Soul to soul.
I think of a happy place Somewhere that instantly brings a smile to my face. Taking in every sight and sound, Who could miss that pink and blue castle that stands 75 ft aboveground?  
There we were, on the last day I knew leaving them was my only crime But I told them, “Until next time!” Even so, the fact remained: I was going away The memories rush back to me
It uplifts me to know I have beauty on the inside and out
With a pencil in hand, I sit with a mind wide open The blank space lays patiently until I see the lines  behind my eyes ready to melt through my fingers.  Tip to page, the graphite wears thin 
I believe that poems have brown eyes That when you read you can see a soul and heart There's a depth one cannot grasp And perhaps one should not try to gather it all at once
My cheeks were getting full and my body was getting plump, my parents kept telling me, it was time to get off of my hump.  Cheerleading was something that I tried but this was not a sport for me, so I just cried. 
Art is like a bird learning to fly Or learning to ride a bike or read a book -  One of those skills that,  once learned, can never be forgotten.  But first, it must be found.  
she leaves behind tiny sketches on the glassy surface each new move cutting a path in the layer of not-quite-yet-frozen water.
Wait ‘til you see, What I can do, I’d love to show you, You know I would.   I love to watch, You smile, Without vile, Intentions.   I can’t wait to see your face,
Noise is overwhelming, Distracting, Crowding.   My ability to hear is a gift, Yet it can also be a burden. Noise.
They curl in and out, Deep and Slow. Sliding over your tongue, Gliding around your teeth. They take death in, And let life creep out. Soundlessly labored, They huff all about. Without me, they say,
I consider myself to be an artist in every facet of my existence My art is my everthing; not confined, it's unbound, not grounded but profound
I see a place with mountains higher than any cloud, a place where silver rain falls like a widow's tears. My feet will hit the ground like singing thunder through a radiant curtain of opaque shroud,
Oh dream maker You heart breaker My Mexican pride I will never hide.   El conquistador de México Leader of destruction El veneno toxico That killed our nation.  
Glorious sounds slice through my anger and stress. Unbelievable.  In the vibrato of the strings I can hear The musical progressions tug at my heart. It
We may ask ourselves "Where do I belong?" Where are those people we surround ourselves with in order to make us strong? I failed to find my home, a place to come together
I love the groove of the bass, and the crashing of the drums. It all brings a smile to my face, and it makes my mouth hum. The melodies reach out, the rhythms twirl around me,
Summer has gone,    with that warm gulf breeze. And, fall has arrived,    turning leaves in the trees.   My carefree days,    spent out in the sun, now replaced by a classroom,
Music that matches my mood Riding shotgun on a road that's smooth Feeling the sunlight touch my face Slipping converses on and tying the lace The stars that twinkle overhead
I once saw a kind of kindness Its species encompasses countless creatures,
My own worst enemy, living a couple rooms away. He wears my clothes as if it is his, and believes I do not notice. He cares too much about how others see him, and does not even give me a skim.
My love for fashion wildly grows, For everytime I walk into a store I cannot help, but buy more clothes; I shop, and shop until I snore. Blouses, skirts, and pants alike,
Ever since my hands could grasp I was doodling and drawing something. I speak through my hands, not my tongue. The raddling and shaking of my ideas within my skull
Angel. Princess. Sweet heart. Our miracle. Why was she taken? Why did she leave us at an early age? We all smiled when she was around
Angel. Princess. Sweet heart. Our miracle. Why was she taken? Why did she leave us at an early age? We all smiled when she was around
A cool wind blows past my shoulder I turn to you and you look back to me Flecks of sunlight fall through the cracks left by the trees and lay gently on your face I smile as you reach your hand to my cheek
Summer was the best.
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, Lord just for you I am quite smitten. Teach me your ways, As I wait I will praise. Lord just for you I can get through the days!
When the world turns to fire and all seems to end, what will be left over? When our champions fail and our armies falter, who will conquer for us?
people see me walk, they watch me everyday, tell me how I should do life, but in a different way,
One With The River The expectations of the day rising like the sun Paddling with the current, every which way Like a smooth bamboo shark; Amongst the oyster beds 
Music is my life
Ten years old, bushy-haired and bright, full of endless fluidity  from her years of practiced dance   A little butterball of seven with an angel's face, a devil's sharp tongue,
Every time I walk through the gates, I walk into a dream, A dream that pushes me through time, This dream forcesme to see both past and future, It show's me happiness, This dream fills me with glee.  
I wish you would know to love yourself before you learn to love the boy down the street with eyes like gems too easily broken.
Golden honey sunsets, The delightful salty breeze caressing my cheek, Flowers lining every corner in every imaginable hue, What could be better?   The beauty of the elements engulf me
" He leadeth me beside the still waters." Water. My first time at the pool " Do not run! " she says "Jump with me Rissa! " my little sister yells Splash! The bubbles surround my face 
I'm still fading into the dark But my heart is glowing bright Like the North Star
What do you see when you look at her Most would say a soldier indeed But behind every smile is a story
Although winter is fast approaching, I'm not worried about thecold, Because the things that keep me warmest aren't exclusive to the summer: I'lll still be reminded that I'm loved by family and friends alike.
Stumbling through the labyrinth of pine, I am abruptly greeted by the water’s edge, And the overpowering beauty of color,
When you watch the bullies walk through the hall and make fun of all the people they see. Do you realise what you do to their mind when they go home? They sit and think of all these things
The summer days are over. School has just begun. But, Who says we can not have fun? When the leaves fall, we will run and play. But, when it's too cold out inside we will stay.
Blank notebook pages, Crisp, clean, unwritten phrases. The slick ink flows as the pen goes. Across the page, inscribed the future.
Senior year is finally here, a year full of shout and cheer It's hard to believe our time is near,
My baby brother's smile can brighten anyone's day. He can make the sky seem sunny, even when it's cloudy and grey.
There once was a happy turkey His name was Mr. Quirky. He was born in the winter with neither brother or sister. It was Christmas Eve night and Mr. Quirky shook a box with delight.
There are days when I can't get out of bed When I can't seem to focus on one thing When the only thing I want I can't have, I can't do, I can't even begin to understand  
The simplicity of a laugh The commonality of a smile Rejoice in the beauty of life Because it is worth the while   Life can be so short As we already know It's okay to be affectionate
Once upon a time, there was a girl who tried to rhyme About her life’s journey. With all her soul, she wanted to reach her goal  Of healing those on a gurney.   She went to college to get some knowledge
There was a band That originated from the U.K. They played rhythm and blues Every night and day   Bill Wyman is the oldest one But Charlie Watts is a lot more fun
Sleep is the joyIn which I have foundEqual footingOn unequal ground  I’ve turned the lightFor the last time tonight 
Huff huff huff, her little nose twitches, black button eyes blink. Scare her, and into a ball she will shrink. Her quills will poke you and your hand will sting. She’d rather be hibernating up until spring.  
Though the summer's haze has slipped away into the south, I still taste salt on my mouth In remembrance of summers day,
Cheers to the girl...
I once read "A butterfly cannot see the beauty of its wings," and it really got me thinking. Is there really someone out there who finds me worth seeing? Am I more than just a thorn
What makes me happy, you ask? 
Seeing little children playin' outside is what make me happy.Laughin', Smilin', Runnin',and carrying on.
Now that summer is all done I must say goodbye to fun Right? Wrong. It’s all just begun   My senior year will be a blast I’ll try not to let it go too fast I’ll spend time with the best of friends
Anticipation thicker than the white smoke Flashing strobe lights that dazzle your eyes Raise your voice from the depths of the pit Mingling with the entire crowd’s cries Standing united for one purpose here
Flying, an impossible dream becomes a reality.  
  Freshman year was a big doorway, As I walked the long dark hallway.  Spent most of my time memorizing my locker combination Because I was not use to my location. I was rushing to make a best friend,
The summer begins, fresh taste on my tongue. New shoes on my feet, hair blowing in the wind. New girls, new boys, fresh heart, trust. Walking by the beach, talking by the docks. My heart starts longing to see him.
A hot summer's day Sun scorching and sizzling The air thick and humid My long hair is frizzing I hear the sweet jingle As you come my way The yello ice cream truck is saving the day
  'Tis the only escape I have 'Tis the one thing I will never give up 'Tis the reason why I smile through the tears
Forever my friend
Lung cancer Breast cancer
Held in place by the light, we die happily, Wise in our time. The solid light suspends us, upends our minds
I'm black and I'm proud",
Liquid Sunshine   I am your liquid sunshine
Wake up late, Mornings I hate Don't like leaving my bed The smell of bacon Brings a cravin' Jam spread over bread Hash browns or home fries Always satisfies Kethchup on top
I cover my mouth with my hand.  My body quakes with silent laughter. My eyes twinkle in amusement. My eyebrows rise in happiness. 
A mechanical pencil is all I need. To draw out what's floating in my mind. So go out there and get me tons of them. Because I'll show you my little world that's still a work in progress.
I'm not one to write I don't do poems or songs I dont have a diary I rarely speak about what's wrong I bottle things up So deep till eventually That cup Overflows Over throws
My hand is tattooed with the evidence of my pencil. It is stained with the purpose in my hands. The dents in the paper grow deeper, darker, thicker. My mind wanders. Music. Soft, careful, lovely.
stomach in knotts heart racing cant breathe this is my favorite feeling its friday night and the lights are  oh so bright my makeup and hair are done  to the "T"
The sun rose in the west that day, Though some say it did not. It rose above the quiet valley village And it rose above the mountains That encircled it. The dark birds watched it rise too;
You ask me what gets me out of bed every morning with a smile on my face and welts on My arm.
Putting on a show is what you are trying to do!
Asking what makes one happy could be dangerous. << 8 word story.  I could use insightful quotes and give the author the glory.
A chill runs down my spine But I do not feel cold.   A slap across the face With no pain.   Black and blue covering a once perfect skin And I see nothing.  
The sizzling of food cooking on a pan The purring of my lethargic cat as she rests upon my chest My lover's laughter as I wrestle the remote out of his hands These are things that make me happy
The first pluck of the string, The first note they sing. The first melodic tune that enters my brain; That's the beginning of my awakening. I'm transported to a world unknown,
Saturday is adventure day.  Dad rises early, bustling around up and down the house with morning business.   Coffee, Cheerios, newspaper.  He rouses the rest of us with a beloved relic from his Navy days. 
Life is chaos. Every twist and turn brings the unexpected. Sometimes for the better,sometimes for the worst. Yet life always pushes us forward. Hope, fear, love, dreams.       
I still remember when I was a child looking up at my mother with fire in my eyes, asking and pleading and begging to put the flames out with the rain puddles outside. I ran, no shoes, no socks, no responsibilities,
The scarlet and the gray, The pride in the students' eyes, The joy and laughter from friends and faculty, The halls full of chatter and classes that matter, Having fun throughout the day,
Rain falls in bursts, Or perhaps just in trickles. The pitter-patter of droplets form a cascade of sounds. The crickets are quiest but not for long But drowsiness is coming 
I'm all about the sunshine, it's hot tounge rolling down my spine, the citrus smell of sumer like peeling back an orange rind   but when the snow inevitably falls,
Can I Be Anymore Excited  A Senior Thats What Everyone Is Calling Me This Year I Am Graduating High School, I Am DONE My Childhood Young Adult, I Love The Sound Of That
I could start with the things that are petty, the things of no use But those things that elate me, their structure's too loose No real thought, no passion, and no feeling can be found
Faint memories of the times we had. Now that I have moved out, I dearly miss it. Laughing, feeling entertained,  joy We would spend forever together. Just thinking about it makes me happy and fulfilled.
She's lying on the floor, a thin blanket is her bed.
There are some things I will never forget. Ten years from now, your smile as we walked through the park is all that I'll have left. I am grateful for the potency of these images,
Me, myself, and I I often come off as shy
Watching the moon fall as I rise, my mothers weary, loving eyes   The way my friends embrace me, as if it has been years   The way my algebra homework reduces me to tears  
Back and forth and back and forth
  I'm not sure how to be happy about going back to school
Happiness? Dare I delve into my mind to find an inkling of  Hope Love Frivolity  Joy In a life touched by so much hate, Death Divorce  Crudeness Failure
Have you noticed me yet? The little burst of purple in that crowd, the one with her arms stretched high over her head. The one playing back directly whatever command the band gives.
People always wanting something from the heart, This isn't much, But it's a start, We have the availability to touch, To feel something, for example, a dart.  
Student Leadership Program taught me that I should never let what I'm going through define me ,
It drifts by my ears and enters my weary soul It plays soft and slow caressing my fears and pain It soothes the broken places It makes me float High above all these troubles It is music
Living is not living unless you are happya life that is fragile is worth timeI was put here to spread the truth.
You taste… Like the summer home, Grass overgrown, And all alone. We stand…by the Oceanside, Life passes by, Our hearts collide.   You taste Like a bitter end,
"Just" a Tennis Racquet
Christmast time.  The best time of the year.  Growing up in Arizona, Christmas also means some enjoyable wheather. Decorating the Chrismast tree,  Everyone is happy and full of cheer. 
The Light of summer closes its doors What remains are pictures on the walls and floors Memories, and excitement Happy incitements Glistening in the back of my mind  Happiness intertwined
My heart soars when I listen, The rhythm runs through my blood, With every beat it fuels my soul.   I look to those voices to sooth me, To take away the worry.
Disgust takes over my body, Ugly and Fat yell at me- angry. I try to tell them I'm under stress,
Pain shatters my body
The sun may set on my summer time, but the smiles stay through school. Yes, the busywork May last too long and the hours pass too slow. But somewhere here I'll find a laugh
I watch the clock move backward, Minutes go by in the blink of an eye, Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. There goes life.   While time slows, I pick up my pace. Another year to go,
The grass that tickles my feet, Or the sun shing on my face,
The lights are dark Orange on the horizon is all you can see But wait A silhouette is there Standing No Posing Poised with their toes Just meeting the ground   Music
Baby can you take me there. I want to know. Baby can you take me there. I want to go. Empty promises. I've heard of those. I'm guessing you don't know Love is more than just words.
We are not made for the aesthetic affinities. Your life is not a helicopter shot from a Planet Earth episode. You are not for the mountaintops and dawns and shooting stars.
I'm almost done with school This is my last year I've dreamt of this my whole life Now it's finally here My parents are both sad I'll be moving out But when I turn eighteen,
The tik-tok of the clock The whistling and hissing of the winter air Roaring and screaming that suddenly stops Long enough for a heart to beat once The resounding gong of the clock that struck twelve
He watched her through the window from across the street. Her clothes looked sleek, her hair fell gracefully, playfully. Each movement's meaning, oblique.   He studied her. Made extensive notes
Summer is over, and school has begun. Things get crazy, and hectic, and stressful. The homework and stress swell up in heaping piles of despair.
 You dragged me out the dark and showed me the light.
  Dance It doesn’t just mean to move rhythmically to music. It’s artistry, bravery, endurance. I dance as though telling a story.
Reading! Writting! Things that make people cringe but makes smilegive me words over sports give me a book over TV
Hug my mom Play with sis  look at me,  what is this? dance around, talk to friends, with me the fun never ends listen to music laugh and play 
shout it from the rooftops twist the words from their mouths and shout the newly created freedom twist the energy of the crowd into a shout of freedom and joy that twists
Summer slips away and we students rush in to the facilities that torment us so. We'll spend hours a day in chairs of stone, forced to learn things we don't wish to know.
I see what the birds see, as if I were one with the flying the wind is my element as my wings are floating above me   Above the heads of all the ground dwellers, I soar
Calm, early mornings Wakeboarding behind the boat
Lose yourself to bacon,
The amps stand tall as towers on either end of the stage and we scream as they kill the lights
Twist and Shout Slam What is happiness where does it start? Does it come from money or does it reside in the heart If you ask me you have to make it yourself
Sometimes my humans yell at me to move,  
Why live solely by the bible, When it fills you full of hate. You'll only destroy, No ability to create. Endless sleepless nights, Questioning beliefs, But you have to keep your head down,
As lifes cards unfold And the world is yours to hold Remember, above all stay Gold.   When all around is black and the weight of the world is on your back when your life begins to form that mold
Let's be happy together! Throw away your worries and run away with me! We can tickle elephants and catch ballons Crash a few weddings and act civilized over tea I wish you'd smile a little
What's positivity  It's a feeling in our hearts, it's a star, it's energy  That can drive us far so instantly  It's medicine, progression for all the entities  It's a remedy 
This beautiful music - The key to my "Someday" That is what I told myself, And it was true This beautiful music got me here This beautiful music got me through A childhood of pain 
It is the sound of the rain in early noon that reminds me that happiness will be soon. It is the sunlight after a rain so strong that could never in a decade break this bond.   It is the laughter of a kid
My home is not a house
I sing a song, a song i sing, sitting on a tire swing   Loving, living, breathing air summer breeze blows in my hair The birds disburse as notes fly away Laughter echoes, as we sing all day
Volunteer One word 9 L e t t e r s Unlimited Potential. It's not about the praise It's not about yourself It's about how one little act can change someone's life F O R E V E R
As soon as the rays of the sun hit my eyes A smile lines my face because I know it is a new day As soon as my feet touch the ground The fresh air moves my hair
The snow sprinkles down, It clumps together, And waits for its friends to arrive. I, too, wait, For something to do, In attempts to pass the time. My boyfriend shovels The new fallen snow,
Big brown eyes glare up at me They are filled with confusion and hate
I'm a King to the pawn Living a life where I do not belong Spreading of hate, dropping their bombs They will debate, but I don't respond At midnight I scheme Nobody knows the plan but me and my dreams
I know that with my religion people make assumptions, I know that what I believe in sometimes comes with consequences. But why must we judge others on what they believe in?
Endless amounts of Summer heat; Beating onto my pale skin. Salty sweat droplets race down my arms; Now, Bikini's are in.   I devour ripe mangos with sweets that cascade into my yearning mouth.
Darkening gray skies, thunder gurgling in the distance, cracking whips of light sporadically decorate the clouds.   Drip.   Drip.   Drip.  
Staring out the window, examining the stars. I put my finger to my heart and recall the mournful scars. I pray to God and bow my head, Kneeling peacefully by my bed. An angel comes and embraces me
I apperciate the gentle way you cause me to sway the laughter only you can create   I run to you I run from you   when I fall you come from behind to check if  I am fine  
Thank you for these feet I use to walk a path of dreams come true Thank you for the air I breathe which gives me strength in this life I’ll lead.
From peer pressure to the grave,
Inspired to do my best by those you wouldn't expect. High expectations given to me by those who don't provide my basic needs. I wonder how life would be if I didn't believe in grinding.
There's a dog next to me A dog that I've know for what feels like Forever The dog has no idea His life is about to change Forever Everything he knows is changing He is leaving the kennel
My future, oh how my choices and decisions affect thee!
Determination. Self Will. How they coincide. Hand in hand like how I am when I am with you. The force that your aura brings when it meets mine. But from where does it stem?
The day the red, white, and blue took him away We were covered in tears and our heads hung so low We begged for our soldier to stay I’ve heard one million stories of soldiers who go
As the hot days turn cold.  The leaves turn gold. School comes by in a rush. All the birds is silenced with a hush.  The fresh wind blows freely. The warmth of hot and cold air is guaranteed.
Scholl Started but what does that mean? The fun is gone? No it is still here I can now see my friends all together  It is such a great feeling to be reuinted with the ones you care about
Boys? What's so special about them? I don't need a boy to keep me happy But I'll surely keep my eyes open.   What about family? Not by blood but by love Who you can be mad at
Jumping over puddles Crunching the leaves Holding Mom’s hand, as she leads me   Piggy back rides from Dad, because I’m falling asleep Staring up at the stars, as they encompass me  
The faint smell of burning plastic, wood and marshmallows, Artful graffiti surrounded us as a reminder of our more reckless and youthful days.
They say, it’s black or white,
I look out the window to my right and see the sun rising. I look to my left and see the clouds reflecting red and pink light. I look in my rearview mirror at the stressful world I am leaving behind.
I want to be the adret of the mountain. Receive the sunlight to become the most fertile. But the forested in the forest, the forested is keeping me below. Keeping my history an abstruse.
I'm happier than a bird singing a song. It's all because of you, mom. You bring me from my darkest moments and make me happier than a bird singing a song. My only wish is for you to continue being the same.
Monotony can kill the spirit, sap the soul. But I have something I hold to me, To tell the truth, it keeps me, mostly whole. These Dreams are the essence of life; a dream, a quest to fly...
My socks rock, as i put them on to start my day. With my uniform of skirt and shirt; gotta keep it classy. Run down the stairs, "Buenos dias!" to my family, out the wooden door, into the Ecuadorian morning.
School, with that one word you see people cringe, And during school you see people become unhinged. But, I'm here to tell you about the amazement of school and how not to be a tool. School is full of memories
All I want is my sleep and nothing moreSleeping takes me to another worldSometimes real life is a bore
headphones on,fingers on thekeyboard   electronicmusic in myhead
My name is Jacob and I’d like some money;
You can handle it
Risen, from the dark. Gloomy days past. Future is here. I smile at last. First sun that comes up, down goes the crap. Damn, just smile! Happy that you are here!
i keep trying to forget the pain
The first day of school I am instructed in every class to sit down and complete a sheet all about me, including my favorite thing.
The sound of waves to an alarm clock The feel of sand to a wooden pencil
The Beatles like 5 white Don Cheadles Like 5 War Machines ready to make me the happiest man in the world Movies Groovy Movies Boogie Nights, Rated R,  Don't watch it you still ride backseat in a car
Behind The Curtains  
I love music, and nature, and flowers, and suchI love helping some students with homework and stuff
Happiness is 12 hour plane rides to new places, smiling at strangers, appreciating nature, loving others, loving yourself, dates in coffee shops, prayer, peace, finishing suspensful books, his voice, tuned
The beginning of a semester is great It's filled with the wonders of new friendship And the oppurtunity to satiate All the numerous urges within me  to sit with my kickass roomie
What is it that gets me going? Get the blood rushing and my brain flowing Imagination running superspeed  Many ideas formulating future a masterpiece Inspired much by nature and others but it is I that will lead
Machines of steel and grey then alive, Alive when inputs sets in machines, Many thoughts wurr and stir, Stir sev'ral cogs to life, Machina ad vitam, [Machine of life]
I am here to tell you how it can be done. I was a woman who was unhappy with the size of her waist. I was ashamed.  Flabbergasted of how much time was wasted not caring.
One smile from this little boy makes my day No matter how bad of a day I've had, He can make me happy again. Whenever I'm sitting in lecture and get bored of class I remind myself that there is a little boy at home-
Sometimes I sit alone, and say that I am content. Most people believe me and carry on their own. Others will sit down with me to say something, or nothing at all. Their presence actually makes me happier,
Because Phoenixes are overrated, and revenge causes you to become what you've once hated.
The Earth is like a beautiful cloud, Just to be on it makes me feel proud. If only I could just release The world from War and Hell into Peace.
Does it ever strike you odd the way we are given today? We have no hold on yesterday, no grip on tomorrow, But present tense is ours to own and understand,  
Valentine’s Day arrives, chocolates, teddy bears, and roses about, Previously dreading my mind’s estate, stands before me my life’s precious delight Work hard I will to keep even secretly day and night
Your fingers tell the soft story to my skin. A cautious, caring narrative. Woven on spot, etched on my flesh. Your lips sing the song of Angels. Every motion is a swoon birds envy.
Can you feel it? Can you feel that Change? I can feel it blowing our way. Can you see it? Can you see this new day?  I can hear it calling our name.   Change is coming down. Change is coming now.
The biggest gifts are presence and not presents,
Hold my hand 
I am proud of myself. Can be honest? Looking through my past poems, my past words, my past thoughts, all I can think is how far I have come.
Brown eyes slightly tinted behind the glass, smooth skin, proud smile, soft lips like me
School is back in session, The free days are over, Yet still a constant rhythym pounds through me,
         Melodies and long forgotten tunes
Today I'm feelin' good, I dare you to change that The sun greets me with a smile while birds sing at my window I'm grateful to be alive, I was blessed with another chance
Hey you there with red hair you're lookin' mighty fine. And what if i told you, your smile does shine? Enough that i want to make you mine. I wanna see you smile and laugh,
Her cold hands that remain calm and limp, Her eyes robbed of their graceful, blinking light, The porcelain room standing dim, The dance of a line on the dark screen,
My grandma , mi abuela the only woman who loved me the one who hugged me when i cried   My grandma mi abuela she inspired me she opened my eyes  showed me the world
I knew a girl Weak, unhappy Angered at who she was Obsessed with who she was not I knew a girl Who had beautiful thighs But hated them for their size Then one day she put a weight in her hand
Freedom to feel, Freedom to know Freedom to speak, to live, to go, Wherever your free life takes you.   To Freedom we're born, cause others have died defending that Freedom, our nation, our pride,
You have opened my eyes to something new. Thanks to you I've realized what love is. I know your love for me is indeed true, You proved it to me with only one kiss.   I think my love for you will never end.
Let me step in someone else's shoes to be Alice for the time I'll have all kinds of new friends and shrink smaller than a dime
they think it's a nuisance
Well I can tell you this much. My happy is real. I am a happy person. Even though I don't let it show. I can make it seem like I am having fun. Even if I'm hollow inside.
Well, I sit in the front of every class And don’t think for one moment that I kiss the teacher’s ass The kids are so disrespectful I swear they never feel regretful They make me laugh though I can’t even lie
P E A C E It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise or hardwork, It means to be in the midst of those things and be calm in your heart. When you find peace you find your passion too,
You kissed me that cold winter night. You promised me that you  Would be there forever But then there was that summer night When you decided that you were better off  With some other girl
Running gives me freedom It is something I have to do alone Running challenges my mind It gives me strength
Happiness is like a freshly  paved road, Absent from all corrode Each new addition already planned, Every turn colorful, nothing bland   Each new direction is made, Sure the consistency wont fade
She has eyes that see the future
Tiny, as delicate but with the eyes to heal the soul.Lightly he steps, but stomp like he storms off in random distances.Full of fluff, mystery and deep unconditional love.
Bonfires, laughter, music, and food linger in the summer night air The sun beats down on the dark bodies sitting near the water Sleep is her bestfriend and the night hours are favorite times
God.Some of you may cringe because I said His nameBecause you expect me to be religiously insane.But I’m just another human, like you who’s got something to say,
What are you looking at? Are you looking at the pain I tried so hard to hide? The terrible sins I tried to erase daily? Yes, I bet you see the struggles I go through,
She was on the floor holding all the tears back, she didn't think she could handle this when he was on crack.
There is a beauty in everything There is a beauty in simplicity In the simplicity of a smile That shines as bright as the sun that warms every inch of my body In the simplicity of laughter
I started college at seventeen Not on a whim, on a dream To show the world who I wanted to be   I was looking for something, something more Something to show for myself, which could not be ignored
I started college at seventeen Not on a whim, on a dream To show the world who I wanted to be   I was looking for something, something more Something to show for myself, which could not be ignored
Happiness to me is on my family tree two kids one and two amazing through and through from first words to steps to that special look you get the truest form of happiness every special moment
 People will always  question and judge every choice you have ever made. Such as being in love with someone, when you just met them earlier that day. Or putting trust in someone who you know everyday lies to your face.
Bang Bang  Was what I heard every night, Police car sirens were my nighttime lullaby,
I will never be trusting, friendly, or loving. No matter what you say to me I know your lying.
His warm brown eyes gaze upon me He seduces me and sedates my worries Making them irrelevent to his presence I'm caught in his dark chocolate embrace   He makes me a better me He sees the good in me
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