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Sometimes moving on can be one of the scariest things that you force yourself to do, But it is the only way that you can move on and try to see things through.
THE WHITE PATH A white proud path On goal oriented  footpath Leader with white pearls Lifted heads as he turns
it is time again to be grappling at being free again I must be coming down the path in which I wear the crown for with it comes, the waves of pain they've come to haunt me once again
oh, the color!   that lines these painted prints of journey that lay as flowered steps before me   but, oh, the wonder   seeing only the color
Bitter nothing passed these lips as words poured towards you in silent riffs.   A melody of sour times the money good s, the smell of muscidimes   Serene breezes flow through us
Sometimes I have to remind myself Things aren't that bad That all I am Is a little lost That I'll find my way Tucked into my thoughts
short is the day,endless is the path
I’ve lost my map and I have no clue where I am going The fear of not knowing has continued growing The way I am has been lost for months
Take a road on the jet-black highway, You are about to embark on a new adventure, The scorching sun hits the surface as the heat waves rise, The eagles fly high above the flower-decorated cacti,
Between the lines I see light But any type of light it's the kind of light That you would want to touch That you can imagine what it would be like to be in that area
Life is always watching Creeping in the distance, waiting for your next move She gives you roads to choose from Then tricks you when you least expect it
Kids divagate Because they don't know direction of life   Young-adults developed To find the direction of life   Adult discharge Because they know the direction of life
  Death is slow Like a sick flower with bleak petals that no longer grow One by one, the petals begin to fall Unable to avoid the final death call  
Seek and listen for that silent sound of surety, in the stillness of peace succumbs your confidence. Time will surge the hardships from its hands, but patience brings triumphs, if you stand against the strikes.
My skin used to be an armor and as courageous as I seemed it was all just this facade that made sleep make me feel like I could be redeemed.   But I was lost and I wasn't me.  
My mind is afloat with many ideas, Thoughts are ignited inside the eye of things which cannot be erased. Can this path of life lead to the place that I can call home,
Asking when the right time is To move on forward, To leave behind things unbroken, People not forgotten, Actions never betraying a regretful tone, May not be so hard after all.
They say not to question God, for His ways are beyond our own. It was a Sunday morning, watching the sweat pour from my father's face as he delivered the Holy Word, "For I knew thee before I formed thee in the womb."
To be sorry, I had to leave My soul still guide within our blood I knew will meet that bitter end That cross our path and lead to the depth Where my heart still boil lava and gold Insecure as I always was…
Compared to the expectation of my dreams, And the flight of my imagination, It seems still, This space I possess, My 17th year of life. I send a quake towards my destiny,
"I feel the beat of my own words as they tumble A stutter, a jump in the waves of age that crash Down, encircling my head, shooting an emotional gun A bang in bed, so hard it breaks.
May your heart be with you To steady your path And grant you happiness.
From under this morning's sun, Carefully, Quickly, I dared sipped from it. I thought, With my eyes closed; Forget today, Let someone else take your route.
I’ve walked around the day And watched throughout the night
Should you open that beloved book of words, Should you choose to see what lies within, Should you find, by chance, a certain word, Janus, it would be; You would find not the god, but a picture of me.
Paths.Straight or sturdyCurved or dirty
The path. What path? Which do you choose? What if you change your mind? Where do you go from there? The never-ending road to death. Mysterious, exciting,terrifying. Copious ways to fail.
I feel that I should write but I don't know what to say I'm not sure how I feel on this glorious day On one hand, it's good to be alive Then again, I can't seem to make up my mind  
To wake up and see a part of me
what if i said im ready to go im ready to change just show me the way the path the life   im ready for you lead the way i am lost blind and hopeless  
We all attempt to know ourselves. As people, we are born and the process begins. Exploration of body and mind, Blinking eyes and wiggling fingers and toes, We search for answers.
I don't know what I want. Making plans, I feel stable. But he sees concrete.   I am not concrete. He is the wind and I can't Fly without a map.   I am a river,
Roses are red Violets are blue
Broken roads engulfed with rubble A heart apiece, blind eyes focusing Who can stand to face the trouble The hearts that burn, spurned Eager to face another day, wanting
When you walk upon this Earth...every seed, grain of dirt, leaf, flower, weed, patch of grass, dot of sand, piece of ice, snow, rock, mud; all that you step upon is now part of your trace.
Night fades to darkness, with only the sound of crickets to hear. Clouds roll over the moon, creating a moment of fear. For even in night does the moon shed its light allowing us to see our way
I'm losing my mind it's three in the morning and my mind is starting to unwind, I'm going on auto drive and everything is so intensified,
Electricity and power and thoughts inside Music, and wonder and time It’s just a glimpse inside my mind   Worry and hope and tears I’ll cry Happiness and running and learning to fly
Who am I?  Am I the person you see right in front of you?  Am I the person you hear people talking about?  Am I the person crying out for attention?  Am I the person who needs your approval on who I am? 
Flitting through the trees She runs Like the quicksilver moon High in the clear night sky   He passes through the dark trees Striding onward with some mysterious purpose
There are moments where we might wonder about our after-life, As we may see some of our experiences of life fly by.   Everything is so detailed to have a simple end. Just look at the night sky and how it extends.
Blink.               Brink.                            Sink.   We, the people, lose touch Technology and sin are important Glory of creation, not so much Blinking, we reach the ledge
I wandered away to another place Looking for something I lost. I was not sure what it was But I needed to search for it. I wandered away from my blue sky, My browning leaves,
At last I have started a new beginning A new start where I have no history No history that follows   At last I can see a bright start A bright start to my new future A new future that follows  
  Easy come, easy go
I just want to be myself that nobody can change. Writing down my path and finishing a page. My life in my own words and drawing out my thought. Listening to all my peers, but forgetting what I'm taught.
There's not a moment that I think I've got it figured out. I see the rays of hope behind the growing clouds of doubt. And I cannot make sense of it as nobody else can. I've got to follow all the rules, follow God's plan.
My heritage and my background, The color of my skin or the color of yours the length of my hair or the length of my nails, My hieght or my size only have as much power as i give them
If I were older than I am,I would be travelling the universe.If I were wiser than I am,I would be writing countless books to inform the publicthat I am doing something.And although I am not older nor am I wiser;
I on a pathA journeyToward happiness, love, and prosperityBut this journey is not easyIt is not what it seemI have surpass obstacleI have succumb to the it’s affectTearsLaughterLonenessHappiness On this path I hope I become the person I want to be
ahead was two paths, 'the path of good and evil' as they say, but my choice was not that simple, to live in misery with a soul and be in pain daily, or to live without a soul and feel no pain,
We were like a bright and sunny day, But a dark cloud hovered and you became gray. Once sitting and laughing until we cried, Now something happened, our flower died. I wondered if things were better would we still be okay?
Beaten is the pathBeneath the wandering feetOf those all lost in wayWho find themselves at peace  
I wake up at night Unsure of what may come sometimes I have walked aimlessly Like a song without a beat I do not know whether I hold instruments of deciet In what I try, in my existing dreams
All these DREAMS I am having. They are all free, yet worthless. Some seem sorrowful sometimes And some seem serious sometimes As if they were worth of being dreamt.   I have realized the hard way;
Words rising and falling like mountains and valleys.Letters form Heroes with passion and calling.Seas of ideas, all structured in stanzas.
  I write to learn about who I am to embrace the ugly things so that I can no longer call them ugly To force my attention to moments that sound dissonant in my mind 
Dreams fill our souls Weaving, spinning tales of love and laughter, Blossoming hearts. Scenes of life and color formed not in a lens, but in minds. Oh, the colors
It gets me through every day. It expresses what I cannot say. It lets me be someone else, or helps me to be just myself.   It is at times my enemy, but also my friend.
Escape Because a cruel world needs a safe place Dream Because sometimes a piece of paper and a pen can create a new reality Emotion Because tears come to often and tissue runs out Love
you can dream big or you can dream small or you can dream nothing at all! but if you dream big and reach for the stars you just may succeed as far as you need and if you dream small
It's all emotion, feeling the power escape when you let it free i love that feeling, the feeling of marking down who I am, feeling like me me and nobody else.. Just this little pen and paper
                                                                 Wondering Words  A violin has potential to awaken a heart with her lovely tune
I have seen the path less taken, And really it's not all that, It's simple really, And always light, But there is scarcity of food or drink, If this is the path to take should I sooner die,
There's a rough path to your dreams, kid. You're going to get beat down and maybe even run over, You're going to reach a point where you feel like you can't take anymore. Not everyone can throw money at their problems,
When one has all but wish for none When one has none but wishes all   One’s path, One’s fate, One’s Destiny     A life for a life, denial in humanity A life denial at humanity for a life  
She cried black tears , she can feel the blood in her heart freeze over As her breathing gets slower the cuts get deeper, scared with memories Of his hands striking her face, helpless no escape , even though shes a
walk continously walk endlessy and see the diverging paths there are too many too count for they show the entirety of man some lead to pain others to darkness and some to love
I tooke a pth most wouldn't its calm and familiar to me although most would disagree many can't handle the path i take in life filled with darkness but light all around
It's been awhile since we talked, It's just that talking has become hard, Things have changed more than I thought.  
I've traveled over mountains, Through the endless wood, To search for a path that's mine, To take the road I should.
So many thoughts running through my head All day and all night Thinking as I lay in bed What to do Who to be My future clouded No clear path I see I've looked and searched
I don’t always walk on the right path. I try to do things on my own and I fall. I fall into the deep holes of life. I follow my own path instead of God’s. I keep falling and falling but God keeps picking me up.
You fear it, The door you never dared to look behind. You're content with not knowing; Scared of what you will find. What if the door leads to better? Or worse…. What if?
Take a walk Ease your mind Take a walk Leave all your worries behind Just walk Now stride Saunter ‘round a honeysuckle vine And smell the sweet drifting smell of Time
I feel no pity. Not even a little bit To leave the city In which I With my existence Didn't bring the light, Didn't love the stranger, therefore, this place has nothing I would consider mine.
People who scream and shout, What the fuck is that shit all about Today you said I love you, I hate you, I wish you were dead But at the end of the day you should be lucky to be blessed.
People who scream and shout, What the fuck is that shit all about Today you said I love you, I hate you, I wish you were dead But at the end of the day you should be lucky to be blessed.
Tossed in the air, how's it gonna fall? sometimes two options are easier than all, but you never really understand, the power is out of your hands I can still hear the sound of the echo
If I was one thing, I’d be a candle Lighting the way so you can handle Your life easier without woes Not having to fight with your foes.
Everyone was born with parents, How long they stayed is different. Everyone once had a home, Whether it was the streets or somewhere warm. Everyone once held innocence,
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