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My dream is to become a pro wrestler To slam my opponents on the mat One, two, three, I win just like that I wanna be superior, the best in the ring Win the match, and hear the bell go, ding ding ding
We are trapped in a small town No resources or means A family struggling to get by Holding  on at the seams You want us to stay here We are trying to leave  You think we will miss it
Picture That I picture doubters with their jaws dropped because my words they went and copped I picture family not having to want Those that didn’t swallow their pride won’t have to front
"marry someone who can give you what you want" They say jokingly, but it stays on my mind. "Why are you so uptight, live a little more." My parents fled for me, and looked back one last time.  
dream! my dream to fly in the sky to go with the flow to reach in the deep to lead for the top to shine like a sun and to live in the hearts......
A comfort zone prevents transition No alteration being made to an ambition Locked up in a desolated cell While months turn into years  
I often times have my head in the clouds. Rather than thinking of what it should be, I think of what it could be. My thoughts are often times too loud, and often times too proud,
When I was little I wanted to work with wordsI wanted my voice to be heard Amidst the noise of all the others in the worldI wanted to construct skyscrapers built of verbs, Towering miles above the earthBut unlike babylon, my goal was never heaven 
At times I wonder Where I'm headed in this world.   Where is my place?   In an office, the monotony of keyboards? In a bus, a vagrant of burnt-out success?   Or among the stars above me,
Dear Beloved Dreamer,  
Dear Icarus, you poor, poor soul, Forever a cautionary tale That reaching for the blue, bright sky Is doomed to always fail.   Were you truly at fault? All you wanted was to fly.
To what end does the dreamer toil?Wrapped in the works of deeds never done, lands never reached.As your fingers numb and time slips, why do you sit wi
In times of uncertainty, the world becomes my stage; Unexplainable moments fueled by involuntary rage; Striding through life, mind toward the sky; Ambitions, dreams, and hopes placed high;
The Dreamer "knows" that their aspirations are destined to be reality Optimisism flows through their veins just by thinking about their self determined "fate" But when the chance comes to leap
Most dreamers are evictedwhen one reaches adulthood,sometimes even at adolescence.   But not for me; for the dreamerstill lives on inside of my heart.  
Look here, Look there, Look everywhere I can't stop thinking of what I do Everytime, I overthink It's not easy to over protect to over analyze to over guess I'm tired of being afraid
Confused on what to do next Life has left me to be fixed   Still I fall and stumble I will always stay humble   Surrounded by many But mentally all alone  
We, the humans, a species clothed in grey, Powerful at birth but mundane with age, Forgotten magic, lost in the race, Slaves of our own hunger.   What a prison, this world is,
Reckon life has its own confessions? Or is a critique of its design too taboo? You see, I have this obsession, And I'm sure many people find it normal to do, But I'm not so persuaded.  
Reckon life has its own confessions? Or is a critique of its design too taboo? You see, I have this obsession, And I'm sure many people find it normal to do, But I'm not so persuaded.  
I am a dreamer lost at sea  without a life preserver.  the waves crash against my skin  beckoning me to let the water submerge my body I am trapped  the tides pull me towards the ocean floor
Words touch my heart, they leap into my head with vivid images as I gaze into a world that is not real.   A world where I have crowned myself king, making those inconsiderate to me mad
I tend to look at the bigger picture while others live in the moment ...knowing every little moment leads me closer to my dreams and goals....I AM A DREAMER!
Those who dream... Do you dream of relief? Do you dream of happiness? Do you dream of another world? Do you dream of acceptance? Do you dream of release? Those who dream... Those who dream...
Envision freedom as a circle spanning three hundred and sixty degrees   And sitting at the circle’s center you are at liberty to swivel and tilt at will  
  I’m living with this unholy farce Hidden so high away in the sky Where the birds soar Above our heads   Many maniacs have acted before me
Every wish isn't right or wrong.
Funny funny funny, I am funny Creative Creative Creative I am Creative I am me who loves and loves I am me who loves to be loved Caring for a person's heart is what's normal
 
I am a girl with space tucked under the flaps of her skin. I grasp at the loose tendrils, in shades of forest and thunder, attempting to hold the drifting vapor close to my luminescent heart.  
#Instagram #LOL #Live without the makeup. without the drama.  without the hate.  I don't have an Instagram.  #nofilter #truebeauty #showwhoyoureallyare We love you for you. 
Taking a road, A road down uncharted territory,  From a flower blooming  to a restless seed. A silly child, know-it-all wondering amioulsy and understandingly feeling tall; 
"Earth to Alex!" every day. every morning in AP Gov, "Ground control to Major Tom..."  Head in the clouds  with an I've-gotta-get-out-of-here attitude. High Standards. Big Dreams.  
Its dark and quiet.   Except my night light that shines like a star.  Some how bringing comfort to the emptyness that seems to be lurking around the dark.  My mind begins to conclude maybe its my soul. 
Quiet, I sit and take in the world, spinning in drifts -- golden flecks of ash— a cloud of shimmering possibilities shade my reality.
"There's no flaws in dreams,"Said my mind to me,"Be who you are, And who you want to be."I may have a personality,That's flawed in many ways,But a mind that's reigns...
"There's no flaws in dreams,"Said my mind to me,"Be who you are, And who you want to be."I may have a personality,That's flawed in many ways,But a mind that's reigns...
There's a girl in my English classwho always looks out the windowand sketches little people on the side of her spiral notebook.
A narrow mind needs not to dream And I want a dreamer to dream with me. So, before we part, it's this you must know: You were a fanciful one, as far as dreams go.
I am a DREAMER. This world isn't complicated, grey, confusing, or bland. This world is full of opportunity and color. What we can do is LIMITLESS.
I am a dreamer,forever shall I sleep,as long as I lay heremy heart will always beat.And although my eyes don't openand my breathing stays the same,
I am a dreamer I wonder why things happen the way they do I hear the voices of the past I see the promises of the future
It's 3am and I'm starting to wonder if this storm is outside my window or inside of my chest because I miss the thunder of your breath against my neck and the way your  fingers pour into me
Silence; i stay still and wait, for a single star to shine brighter than the rest. Deep beneath the skin,
Reaching for something great, It's almost here I cannot wait. Following my dreams and not giving up,
We are day-to-day here, surviving off                coffee and energy drinks and herbal teas passed like drugs beneath the lunch table.                  Like cigarettes
I wonder why I have to wake up to these dreams, You're a sky ful of stars that light up like sparklers, I go to sleep dreaming about your eyes that shine crystal amorous gleams.
Why the heck does the world spin round Everything’s turning so upside down I can’t feel my energy no more
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
My Dream Job By : Yulene Amador My Dream Job consists of many things Adults and children and maybe even dogs My Dream Job would be a well payed job where it would put a smile on my face
"Is it worth it?" ...You ask, "Wasting your time, Is it worth it?" And my first reaction is to laugh
The Dream  Starts with college and hard work Thats the opurtunity to make millions  My paths not cut in clear yet but I know I'm on my way Because greatness is a mind set and that's all you
On this road I pursue a job,
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
They say pick a route. They say choose a dream. Well, I'm not backing out So I'll let my thoughts become a live stream.   My dream job is obscure Pharmacy isn't thought of in my small town,
I escape my thoughts in the midst of the day trying to feel a void that has been empty for so
I watch the present smear past the wi
It's just not about the dates or the facts that follow. Reading thousands of pages. Finding the truths in all the words written hundred year old pieces of parchment. It is about all the lives that were impacted.
A small town is just that. A small town.
i live for sunshine,  not in the sky but lighting up faces  like christmas tree lights strung on a tree,  and the star on top is lost in their vibrant eyes.   i live for
Ever since I was younger, I was taught to wonder- "What do you want to be when you're older?"   I've changed my mind, what seems to be a million times, but now that I'm almost 17,
Words are taken for granted.  Written in books that just sit on shelves. Children no longer want to read but play video games.    What about the children who suffer. depression anxiety
Dreamer, I am a scatter brained, introverted, unstable dreamer. My hope is rooted in my faith, my faith is in these cereberal illusions that cause denial and confusion.
Kisses turn into the sweetest dreams,
Goodmorning darlin' Sing me the story of our lives. Look at me again the way that you did When our eyes were new. Let yourself go with me again With that dazed wonder of new love.
I’m not a dreamer; I’m a realist.   A dreamer believes in a dream without end, while a realist watches the dream crumble before them.   Sometimes they destroyed it themselves.
As one of those who comes and goes,and tries to keep her smile,she sees the world for what it iswith optimistic eyes.Art keeps her worried mind at ease
Dream, dream, dream, I wanna be a dreamer Keep, keep, keep on stitchin up the seams so I wanna say goodbye, I never got the chance
Dream, dream, dream, I wanna be a dreamer Keep, keep, keep on stitchin up the seams so I wanna say goodbye, I never got the chance
  I never have a free weekend to party or have fun I work in the fields and don't stop until the day is done  From six in the morning till seven at night 
Wet the paintbrush and mix the paint, apply colour.    Colours blending,  Ceasing to become anything other than  Pure pigment. I am an artist.   "Your line quality is lacking,"
    I am a fixer,
I began as an idea. Something someone thought up, Creative   I am a reality. A person who breathes, Alive.   I am a skeptic. Make me believe what I see, Imaginary.  
I’m told I will never belong I speak and act equally as they I’m told I should go back home Home? But this is my home Countless opportunities will be lost All lost to a nine digit number
I started writing music when I was eleven. First thing I wrote about,was the man up in heaven. I never told anybody i was a writer, I always thought somebody was going to hit me with the three striker.
I'm giving my all for a sligh chance that I might make it My dreams will not be frosaken. I'm fighting against the odds. Is it worth it? I think so. Meanwhile, they awaken They try to break me
I am a writer, poetry is my soul: I am a writer, poetry came to me on its own.   I am a DREAMer, my writing is my voice; I am a DREAMer, poetry runs my thoughts.  
  If they don't know your dreams They can't shoot them down. Open your eyes child, those pyros are burning 'round. Emptyed my bowl filled with hopeless immunities.
“Empacó un par de camisas, un sombrero Su vocación de aventurero, seis consejos, siete fotos Mil recuerdos”
Little tiny tricycle All shiny and new Painted bright red With a little white stripe Ready to ride, To stride, to wheel, Ready to begin, Eager, To be ridden by one Who would enjoy it,
Heart breaks hurt When the person thinks it funny what he did It makes it even worse It’s like why say all of this to me and treat me like this
My heart might break from things sometime. But eventually it gets put back together Sometimes things get put back together with help.
She chose to wander all over and about but she couldn't find her way out. It's like she vanished in thin air but the thing is she was really there. She was scared that if she opened the window of light
The rising of the crescent moon begins the wishing hour, The stars erupt, align, & appear with enchanting power, For lovers & dreamers, those lost & those found, The clouds will dissipate,
Filling the mold, being the faithful daughter, Doing as I am told, it is not a bother. Always honest when inquired, presentation is the key, Ask, and you will know, just who I am to be.
The dreamer in me can't stay still The visions of the future give me chills Languages I learn: Vietnamese and French But my satisfaction isn't quenched I want to travel
It seems the only place I care Is in my sleep Because the real world only hurts, and causes pain. No one pulls me down inside my dreams. It's a beautiful world there, I feel so safe there.
Why do i feel so alone? People around me say they want to help, yet only make things worse. They Say "we know what your going through", "We can help you." A smile on my face as i nod. Truthfully i don't their pity. I know what i'm capable of.
I am not a poet I think each stanza should rhyme But I'm not good at rhyming So poetry is freestyle to me Writing like this makes me feel like a poet But I'm not
How does it feel, to be torn from your mother’s bosom? To hear stories about her but never see her? To feel innumerable pride when you hear her name, Yet…you know nothing about her?
Hard, hard shell. Hard shell; Outer layer Darkness hate bitterness All one, wrapped up; Me. Build it up, build it close; it's you.
Between the lines that my life holds Reading the facts,the lies,the hate, Twisting through the vines of love Confusing,Trying to defuse the sparks that lie between the soul of us being human,
Your thoughts come as no surprise I'm tired of your many lies Stop beating me, I'll stop beating you It's a truce Remember who I am Young and restless Caged and Depressed Never size me up
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