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Once Upon a Time
In a castle on a hill
Lived a princess of nursery rhyme
Who changed her life with an iron will
Cinderella a classic story
A cinematic hoot
From Grimm her tale is gory
“Happy New Year!” I said to you,
“My how it has come so fast!
But now is a time to rejoice and celebrate
Our future despite the past.”
“Join with me friend! Say, why are you down?
We are born screaming, crying, and fighting for life.
We are a generation born into a world full of problems our parents have created
and we are the ones expected to fix them.
We are the ones blamed for being ignorant
What I see is different how can this be
The light in my eyes are a bit brighter than yours
My heart beats and thinks lesser than yours
I feel like a wildflower in a pool of roses
I am passionate,
I fear what I do not see
I feel for everyone
I am passionate
I walk with god every day
I cry for what is important
I am passionate
I love to make art
I love to work hard
how rough is your life?
was it rougher than mine
did you have a mother that loved you?
cause mine abounded me
do you have food to eat?
are you a bum on the street
clothes on your back
To wipe away their tears
To help over come their fears
To be a hand to hold
To help their lives unflold
To take away that pain
Help them begin again
To show them what is true
The Language of God
By: Carrie Olsen
I am in a land that is not my own.
No one knows what I am saying.
Unrestricted, uncensored, I am free.
I have a power over them, they do not understand me.
Although it seems to be in the trees,
or maybe that sun, or birds, or bees,
that make us all feel a bit more alive,
I think this solution resides inside.
Happiness can't be contracted like the flu,
I'd change the construction business.
They stop traffic
Take up time
And NEVER seem to finish the job.
Late to work,
The only thing the tires
get is dirt.
The way it is built
What sustains life on earth
What began life on earth
What we rely on day by day for the relief in our bodies
It’s chopping the thread that holds his life
The thread is cut deep
I dream of world, our world
A world where kindess is a first instinct
where we stand together in all times
we work together to better the world
my world, our world
What has this world come to?Where we have to hold a slam to say what needs to be changed.
Is the value of simple paper more than what we make it?
Does it matter if we break a twenty or we save it?
Think About it, Why do we care so much about money,
When there’s people surviving only off milk and honey?
What if I could change one thing about my life
I would take away all the pain and the srtife
All the talk about my size and height
I would want to start life over and do things right
I was only seven when they said id never achieve it.
I was just a girl and Id never achieve it.
I guess I was stupid cause I began to believe it.
As I grew up I realized I had begun to believe it.
There are many things
That I would change.
Some things revolving around
Physical appearance.
Some being people's personalities.
The thing I would want to change most
Is the way the society works
Your that cool kid walking through school.
Passing by others who arent like you.
Seeing kids sitting by themselves,
being made fun of by everyone else.
You stop and stare.
There is no one anywhere.
In Africa, the sunset is not like
Athens where the colors come
out at night, after the city burns
hazy red with car emissions.
Or in London where settling light
is damp like watercolors that
Wait
Wait no more
I can't stay
Can't stand here
And dream
And wait
Wait
Just standing around
My feet planted here
On unholy ground
While people walk by
Silent
A needThe emptiness of a soulThe desire to be wantedA hopeless caseWanting to be heard
A messageHaving so much to sayBut no one to listenHating myselfAnd everyone else
I got inspired by this group you see, three ordinary college kids never guess who they could be,
just kickin it on an ordinary day, but telling an extraordinary story with the words that they say.
Transfixed by my own gaze,
I see not who I am, but what I have become.
unhappy with this site, I caring on in a daze
What I see makes me feel dumb.
I am concerned with where my mind has gone
Light is like a spot in the night,
It is a tiny tiny twinkle in twilight,
How small it can be in some places,
It could be the white on my laces or hiding in some places,
Life is tough, so get a helmet,
That's what we have been hearing all our lives.
Stuck in the in between of getting spoken to like a child,
But expected to act like an adult.
I am only a man, and just barely one at that.
I have off days, not days, shot days, and days I just don’t know what to do with.
Im forced to make decisions, sometimes I don’t make the right one, or the best one.
Its time to make a decision
A decision to stand or to fall
To live life to the fullest or fall in the trash of the past
The time is now to decide to live and to love the lives we have
