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It all starts with laughs, hopes, and dreams. But then, she slaps you with lonesome.
Raven black hair, long and beautiful
A rosy flush of dimpled cheeks,
When will my refletion show who I am inside?
Grab the scissors, cut the hair,
Ride off into the night,
I’ve trained to continue running when it hurts the most.
Never giving up on my goals.
Showing others that the impossible can be possible.
People inspired and motivated as they watch.
I am wild. I am spectacular. I am wildly passionate. I am jealous. I am human. I do dumb things. I make a fool of myself. I have a wondering and imaginative mind, I only see the good in people and I'm infatuated with the idea of love.
4 years ago i thought,
"i will never make it",
i almost gave up,
but instead i faked it,
I was so depressed,
nothing inside,
but my friends gave me hope,
and i decided to try,
In the darkness you will find my heart,
or what is left after i fall apart.
it's only natural to fall off the edge once more
it's happened everytime before.
In the daylight you find my soul
I don't understand why we are the way we are,
Most of this generation's cares belong to money and cars,
What happened to all the kindness, respect and laughs,
All we distribute is violence, hatred, jabs.
I am not a fool
I'm only himan
And I'm bound to make mistakes
Understand I've always had what it takes
What it takes to love you
And what it takes to stay with you
Yeah I might have been hurt
I want it I really do.
It is just really hard.
I do it because I have to.
I wake up every day with a smile on my face.
It hopes of one day obtaining what I need.
I tell everyone that I will succeed.
Vivid lights beam down from a ceiling housing thousands of cheering fans.
Cheekbones corrupted with smiles give way, some hidden by active hands.
A beating heart within, so eager to emerge from the cage that condemns it so
The ability to touch
the sky
Fly with the birds
the angels
A dream of all
the flight
To fly one must innovate
improve
Try
Try
Try
Until at last
takeoff is achieved
I dreamed of being a super hero
To have my name in the headlines every day
Reality crushed my dreams when I was just seven
I had to accept that I was never going to wake up with super powers
As I wash the dishes
I have many wishes
Ever Since I started working here
My thoughts have started to veer
People walk in and out
Some are loud and shout
They leave their dishes on the table
There is something about the sound of breath
Something about being so close to death
The sound of all those men panting
The sound of all those men chanting
We appreciate hard work
The feel of metal,
a basketball stuck in your hands,
you basically were born into it.
Your whole life you've dreamt about it.
Your whole life you've pushed for it,
basketball.
The air is really hard to breathe
The oxygen is choking me
The people are carrying me
They have unknown identities
Strange how people never see
The big picture of reality?
All they see is never seen