dreamjob
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I have come to realize
that it's hader than what it seems.
A dream job, your dream job.
"Push... That's it... Keep going... I see the baby's head... Push... Once more... Say hello to your new baby."
The beautiful crys of a newborn, so precious... so prue;
Blissfully sailing on a relaxing excursion.
Calm waters, birds flying all around
Bright blue skies surrounding.
Everything a carefree paradise.
Quiet and the embalming fluid
Flowing steadily through the tube
Through the arteries
To the brain
A lifetime etched into wrinkles
And wispy hair
A peaceful expression
The scraps on the heap of the world are art.
I just choose to make them my own
and call it my creative side.
Reality bent for societies' eyes
Stupid, smart
Unsatisfactory, full
My eyes, crystal clear.
I'm opned, anew...
Inspired too.
None other than the word love can explain it-
It's bubbling over, unable to contain it.
Not wishing to do so, I wish I had none.
One job may give me hope.
One job may define my life.
One job; the chance to change my future.
One place, North Carolina.
One place, the destination of my growth.
One place, the animal sanctuary.
Imagine waking up one day and finally discover a cure for cancer.
Imagine finding a new cure for anything.
Hearing people scream your name in chants or seeing tears of pure hope.
The white sandy beaches crash against the waves as if battling for the territory of land.
The birds fly through the air sending signals of impending danger
to their nearby relatives.
Why do I dream to be a Veterinarian, it’s funny that you asked.
A Tiger, A Mother. A Hunter
Striped orange and white
Totally different from a Deer
Who is as though appears Inferior
I know a job,
Not for a snob,
That requires caring
And sharing
Your time and love,
And overall a type of
Understanding,
Which can be very demanding.
Helping the weak
To act
To pretend
To live
To understand
To portray
To explain
To give an example
To inspire
To motivate
To entertain
To understand
To act
My dream job is not too popular, but one that completes me.
To feed the poor, clothe the naked, share some water if need be.
It calls me when I see the homeless.
It calls me when I feel hungry.
Martin Luther King
Had a dream
That as African Americans we could bring
Peace and tranquility to our current land
Because our motherland has been ripped away
We’ve been dragged away, and have been sent away
I'm driving down a road to nowhere - like hell, it's paved with good intentions - I keep driving and thinking and growing older,sitting, waiting for divine intervention.
Changed My Life
When I was young
I was just looking for fun.
I ran around in the summer sun
Until the time for it was done.
I grew up fast
The misty mountains cascaded by the morning dew
awakened by the thunder of charred oak barrels
rolling across the barn floor.
The barrels wait to be filled
with the unrefined clear liquid
The misty mountains cascaded by the morning dew
awakened by the thunder of charred oak barrels
rolling across the barn floor.
The barrels wait to be filled
with the unrefined clear liquid
It starts as a nightmare
Being pushed into a classroom
Saying goodbye to mommy and daddy
And finding a stranger who looms
In front of the classroom, all friendly
A painful process
Darkness surrounds.
Sudden burst of lights.
Flashing,
Running,
and...
Carrying?
What do these stars carry with them?
Like cars on the freeway,
They travel head to toe.
I have a dream:
To do great things,
To help and to heal,
To study the mind.
I have a dream:
Help those in need,
Help soothe those in pain,
And lift those who doubt.
I sit in constant worry, wishing on a star.
What I will I do that could change my life…forever?
Will I make it that far?
My mind is conflicted. Anxiety is consuming me.
Being the second born of three Mexican American children, I've been told i was born independent and always had my mind set, knowing what exactly it was that I wanted.
You are my mission
You are my dream
The crumbling society.
My heart, my hands, reach to you
To help you learn
To help you back on your feet
To help you walk down that beaten path.
I feel the warm lights on my skin
I hear the voices of impatient souls
I see the opposing character to my side
And I can just taste this sweet tasting goal
Every since I was a little girl
I was just 19 when i finished highschool and didnt quite know if i could get into a good school. The ambition I have put me on a higher level then my peers making me realize that i can make it without having fears.
I wake up to a world full of chaos
In the news, I hear of our soldiers
And their bravery, their passion
I hear of the damage done
I only want to help.
I only want to fx the unfixable.
I only want to understand the crazy in people,
The good, bad, psycho, sad.
I want to understand it.
I only want people to feel safe.
I was shy.
I was depressed.
I was ashamed.
I was hopeless.
Then I became LavaStar.
How could I show the demons my worth.
How could I show the demons my passion.
Smiling faces everywhere
How could I go wrong?
Laughing children, faces fair
A place where I belong
This job is so rewarding
Passing knowledge onto youth
Wouldn't trade it for a thing
If there was one thing that I could do for the rest of my life
I’d be a teacher, but not just of education
I would teach children the ways of words, and how to use them
So that one day, they could set themselves free
Education is the building block, the job that tops them all. You often don't get paid alot, and you always get ignored. Its your fault for everything, and parents will complain. You work past 3 o'clock, and you're up before 8.
I’ve gone through life convinced that I am intended for something beyond Paterson, New Jersey. I have the ability to choose educational pursuits and that I might is a staggering realization.
I'd fallen down. Snapped a Bone.
You'd think it'd be the end.
I disagree, it's where it all began.
I'd been running - rushing to ring the bell.
Open up! My future is calling!
Books have forever changed my life
They transport me to a different time and place
And allow me to escape from strife
Books allow for a change of pace
From life's monotonous days
Focus, involvement, schedules, preparation, and goals,
Words that have played a crucial role in high school.
Four years of learning about my strengths and weaknesses,
Finding new interests that will lead to my happiness.
We dream of it, we think constantly about it, we picture ourselves living it
From the moment we were given the idea, until the moment we've reached the point of success
For her as a child it all began ,
With a fairy tale and a simple story
Perhaps the tale of Peter Pan,
I bet you anything
That no one would say
That one day
The wish to work for a job with no pay.
Let me just tell you
I would.
What's money anyway?
Its just a way
It begins with the sunrise, a dream is born and the rays christen the earth.
A seed grows not only in the ground below but in the mind of the girl tilling the land.
what MY dream job means to MEMY dream job in America no one takes seriousy
All my life I've been surrounded by competition that I want no part of, but I gotta admit that I dream of a job that's more fulfilling than any other.
A job to help people.
A job to teach kindness.
A job to heal the sick.
A job to save lives.
A job as a doctor.
Just one job may change my life.
I hear the squeaking of shoes on the gym floor
I see the sweat dripping from determined faces
I feel the motivation and drive coming off of every athlete I train
I am an athletic trainer
Passion is absent,Religion is gone,It’s easier now to believe nothing at all. This world needs something new,It needs something more,
One job is enough to change your life
One job to ease the pain, take away the strife.
If I could work at one job for the rest of my days
It would be in the ocean working with stingrays,
I’ve spent the last 13 years trying to discover who I am
And what it is I want to spend the rest of my life doing.
Each year, it tosses around in my brain like a battering ram.
My whole life was figuring out who I am, and what I love to do
People come to and would ask, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
God work your magic through my hands;
I'll heal the souls of the dedicated.
When they break like rusted baskeball nets,
I remind them why they entered the game.
Remember when you dad got you your first ball?
You saw me sitting hear you'd think that i would be something
something that doesn't involve physical labor
Maybe a office or even a job as teacher.
I strive to be the best airplane mechanic I can be.
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.
Some of you might be afraid
By the way these people are portrayed
There’s no doubt they did an awful thing
But it is so intriguing what their minds bring
Criminals is what I mean
Since I was small, people have asked me
"Logan, what is it you want to be?"
My answers would change, year after year,
And for a long time, nothing was clear.
We all know the bright white lights.
Ones of either hope or despair.
Ones you see right before you slip under.
Ones that wake you after.
The stress of this workload
Is causing me to go insane.
It's starting to hurt my brain,
Feeling like it's going to burst
And cause eternal pain.
I start to question
At the end of the road,
The Job of my dreams would be to be
an adventurer of cultures,
a traveler of countries,
An explorer of life,
a speaker of langauges,
Walking the white halls and all I can hear are their heart beats, their pain filled cries. I have to help them. Help stop the pain from consuming their small, young, weak, and frail bodies.
Blurred faces rush.
Doors swing to let in cold
during Winter concerts.
The smell of this wooden pencil
and the familiar, professional paper
makes me feel important
but as I sit, I'm lost in the music.
Music is something I have always loved.
Music and I, are like peanut butter, and jelly.
Like two peas in a pod.
Like ying, and yang.
You get my rift we just mesh well together.
Music is what inspires me.
What is my dream job?
Though the answers to this question
Remain to be seen, certain aspects of it are clear.
Creative juices flowing,
Light-hearted laughter,
A safe and healthy environment,
Rooms filled to the brim
A child per five sits grim
Sitting patiently, waiting for the day
The lights will finally dim
The books you read provide no gray
No inspiration, only gym
From the second he drops to his knee,
To the second before you change your name,
Love never flees,
We both know this isn't a game,
Its your love, its your dream,
its my job, its my responsability.
I want to mend the flesh
after birth and before death
We must live
I want to give a man, a woman, a child
the inbetween
In greek it is called hand work
My dream job is to aid life
A job equals money
Ain't it funny?
But there goes your time
An asset most prime.
Don't want to sit behind a desktop
When my body wants to shoo-bop
A job like the Grease greasers
they say talk is cheap,
but a hardback novel sells
at fourteen ninety-five,
so words are worth something.
my bookshelves are weighed down with these words,
My dream job?
I want to be a fighter.
I want to do something meaningful, stand up for something worth fighting for.
Lawyers, they don't get much respect nowadays, always looked down upon,
I am stuck in a far too familiar place.
I need an adrenaline rush to make my heart race.
Pursuing a job as a flight attendant would be ideal.
That little Uganda boy
Tripping, falling over glass
Decay and forgotten objects linger
When does it stop?
When do the bruises cease, And absent peace subside from the mind of that little Uganda boy
Walking down the street
Suddenly life changed
I thought to myself
“I gotta stop being so disengaged,
It’s time to take control of my own life,
Be the man I want and end my strife”
All my life I dreamed of exploring the ocean.
Seeing the different marine life,
Feeling what it's like to be surrounded by emptiness.
I also love to work on automobiles,
I have been depressed,
I have failed because of my learning disorder,
I have been left behind in my group.
I want to be a neurologist.
I want to be able to help.
I want to know why people act out.
Totes,clutches,crossbody,shoulder bags, ,and wallets all bearing my name
Girls waiting in lines to wear my name
Jumping for joy when they recieve a gift with my name
I wanna be the next Tory Burch
