aspire
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One day I hope
For 50 years
50 years
Blood sweat and tears
It's beautiful to me
That you've come so far
Side by side
Each battle each scar
I can't imagine
Aspiring
for that certain ideal vision which
one day i will
Achieve.
Achieved; something is missing.
Something: disillusionment
Something: discontentment
Something: worriment
Holding you firm while opening a birthday gift
Only five years old, with
Plenty of high expectations for a firetruck. It’s
Everything that you could’ve imagined,
I am different.
Not in visage, nor style, nor walk,
Not in avocation, nor mannerism, nor talk,
But in hope and dream and state of mind.
I am different
In that
The radioactive waves of lies
Dancing in a ring of fire
Hoping that your dreams aspire
But the drive down the road
Is one you'll make all alone
All of your wishes and hopes
One day you'll climb all the ropes
FROM MY YOUTH COMES GREAT WISDOM.
FROM MY YOUTH COMES OUR FUTURE.
FROM MY YOUTH COMES STRENGTH.
FROM MY YOUTH COMES POWER.
FROM MY YOUTH COMES SOUL.
LIFE, BEAUTY, AND LOVE COME FROM THE ROOTS OF MY YOUTH.
What is a life? Measured in the days, milestones? We rent the time on this earth, so we measure in love.
After death a life only continues in memories. You will be forgotten if you are “idle”.
i admire the crayons
for no matter how you push
or how hard the pressure
they'll pick themselves up
and cling to their other
i admire the crayons
for when in times of stress
they melt together
Teach meTell meExplain to me the significance of your systemAn A, a B, C, D, FTeach me the meaning of your systemminus ten, twenty, thirtyTeach me the meaning of it all.
The script extracted from our minds
within the confines of a classroom
that is not poetry
the feelings
artificial
the meaning
absent
it is that of mindless amateur literature
"Hey! Remember me?No?Come on! Don’t you recognize me? Your best bud since that quiet scary night in 93. You were just a babe, remember, sleeping in the dark? When I swept in like a clever snake and crept into your heart.
Writing a poem is a grand expression Of the man I am and the one I want myself to be Words become lines, lines become poems, interconnected like brush strokes in a painting or the individual notes of a favorite song These words that capture my hea
Time enchants her victim, begs me near to sharp being…Wraps round frail shoulders as she tickles porcelain cheek.
Someone once asked me the question,
“What are your fears and your dreams?”
It's too hot,
It's too cold,
I'm tired,
I don't want to go.
All excuses
to escape and hide
from your fears and failures
but what is really the thing
Sometimes its good
To know what you want in life
To have a direction
And a purpose in living
But then again
It burns inside
And brings tears to your eyes
When that vision is threatened
She aspires to be brilliant
A bright and shining star
She'll change the world
With her dreams unfurled
And hope in her heart
