JustOneJobScholarshipSlam
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Movies and films are much more than just fun.
films that reveal victims that are more than done.
i want to be a director that shares their dismay,
I'll show how good wins but how evil still poisions the day.
To Be a Animator-I have to focus on the body to the movtion of the wind from the sky to birds to a woman like me.
Hobby (noun)
an activity or interest pursued
for pleasure or relaxation
Dreams are just that, they usually stay dreams,
Reality is just that, it is real,
Yet, why can't you make your dreams part of your reality?
Why am I so passionate about this you may ask...
The layered glory and weakness,
The wounded and the broken,
Finally receive good news.
Some of the lost have been found.
Some of the dying have been saved.
Some of the bad have been beaten.
There are seven billion people on this planet that I have yet to meet,
and one hundred ninety-five countries I have not visited.
Yet I am stuck in this insignificant town,
Why write when Tim Horton’s has the NEW RED VELVET CUPCAKE?
When Zara’s new floral jeans are $49.99?
They also sell knitted sweaters, flat rim hats, faux gold necklaces, OPI nail polish, Mavi jeans
If you had a nickel
for everytime
I cared,
you would be rich.
Richer than a millionaire.
So let me be that man
who hands you the coin
everytime I entertain you
or annoy.
A good man goes to war and I am the one willing to fight.
The court my battle field, where words are my weapons,
Existing not as knives or guns but as bombs.
It's just one jobnothing more nothig lessIt's just one jobIm going to get itIm better than him, way more qulified than her, no chance on them.but it's just one jobThat's not what having me was for
Her job was to help people through helping animals.
She was a veterinarian riddled with headaches.
We were made from the same mold, she said.
An 18 month-old bulldog (still a puppy) came into the clinic.
Dreams
What do they mean?
Are they really just the end goal?
Or unrealistic fantasies
One my dream of fam or fortune
And what a wonderful dream that is
But I?
I dream to make a difference
Changing my path for the career of my dreams
it hasnt been easy, I've stifled many screams
Working full time while taking many a course
and stressing about the great unknown in full force
It is the sound of hushed breathing. It is the rhythmic silhouette of strides, the perfectly choreographed dance. It is the way that the summer sunlight creates small crystals in the hanging spider webs.
My dream job, to help people, to put my life on the line for others, to protect the people from dangers of crime
See I have this thing I do;
I write.
Most people say I can’t do it forever but I don’t see why not,
See it lifts me up so high above the clouds it changes your life,
Books
Are made of up sweet-smelling ink and paper
That are so saturated with potential
They are weapons
My hands ache to weave a tapestry with silk threads of words
a job will make you money,
but a career is about a dream.
jobs will take you far though,
and show what your career really means.
a job isn't about the salary
or about power or looking good;
Becoming a nurse. Being the helping hand. Reaching out. Going beyond. Stepping out. Leaving the country. Helping others. Make the change. Be the change. Be the helping hand.
Words of the mouth are difficult for me
I don't take my time
I don't think before I speak
But words of the fingertips
Those are to keep
Four years of college
Four years of math
Four years of science in every science class
General speaking which I hate the most
But when it comes to English i always take the gold
clickclickclickclick
goes the key board as i sip my morning tea.
Spiling, gushing ,spewng my deepest trauma and heatache.
My therapy, your guilty pleasure.
The best job, if you ask me, is that of a writer.
People need help
More and more everyday
As life continues there are more briuses, black eyes, broken bones, and hurt feelings
The body is only able to take so much pain
But not as much as a woman giving birth
My dream is help athletes.
Heal their injuries and ease the pain.
Give them tips on how to gain their strength back.
Filling a bag with freezing, cold ice.
Heating up a pad for a sore back.
My career will not become my cause
Rather my change will be my life’s law
To choose a job that will always galore
Only can be received through the divine
This job is to pore out his love’s open door
The power to create,
To enable,
To relate,
To deliver a message,
To celebrate,
To create a world,
To give image to thought,
To give reason to rhyme,
From the collective pot,
No matter the cost,
I want to change a life,
Because teaching in a classroom,
Is what seems right,
Teaching Religion is my passion,
I want to unlock kids minds,
Music
The power of the sung verse
The rhythm of a lyric
The beat of a drum
The thrum of the bass
The power of a guitar solo
Music
The roar of the crowd
At a sold out show
I want to go, simple as that.
From forested lands to earthen flats.
to sail over seas and soar in skies,
I want to know what swims and flies,
I want to know what crawls as well,
Revised.
Oh how I'm looking forward to the future
But what if I FAIL?
I don't want to be a Loser
But only time will tell
What if I get a job and I don't like it?
I guess I won't know until I try it
Ever since I was little, I've always had big dreams. I vowed to accomplish them, no matter how impossible they seemed. Now that i'm older, reality has hit. If I want to be successful, a strong education, I must get.
Everybody has needs.
Everybody shared needs.
If you have the heart,
You help with those so much different.
Isolated from society;
The "freaks" "outsiders".
The just have special needs!
To have that job... To use music for love...
To gaze across a sea of faces from the stage above...
To hear responses and stories of thanks, to help people with lyrics that relate...
From a small town in Wyoming there’s very little to do,
Except dream up a life much bigger than you.
The child wanted to be an artist until she saw one with talent.
The child wanted to be a teacher, but her slight lack of patience would destroy her.
To help
To believe
To do and act as if your strong
BeingTogetherMakesUsStronger
Feeling
Alone
Makes
Us
Weak
Bring joy to others lives is a job
If I could have just one job
I would be a damn poet and
I'd juxtapose the public school system and standardized tests
My life is aimless,
Or so I thought.
A glimpse of a life I want, I caught.
When that goal does come near,
I'll leap to become an engineer.
A dentist I want to be.
A dream that I want to meet.
Hard journey it is.
But is all for me.
Is only one job.
It going to be known.
Ill do my best.
To be up there.
I want to suceed.
(commence beat boxing, prefiable in the same rhythm of "Like Toy Soldiers" by Emeniem
Yo, I've been coding since I was a little seed
Waking up in a room,
With not even a pair of shoes.
They stripped me down,
Took me from my town,
And here I awaited my doom.
This dream that haunted me often
Money cannot buy happinessThough, it does make stability
The world today is revolved around moneyI guess I can understand why
People with more moneyReap greater benefits
An aspiring pharmacist just wanting to give
Wanting to help others in the community in which I live
Staggering through obstacles and I just need a lift
I can't let this opportunity slip off the cliff
Who? Who?
All I see:faceted dreams
Sparkling a thousand suns bright.
Years of crinkled paper/littered art/stained fingers
Rusty pages after dark-
My first sunrise
I hit the bed smothered in pillows. My eyes close. My mind is racing.
With restless thoughts I try to sleep. I feel my worry slowly slipping.
There it is. It’s always there. It guides me further to the other world.
With my feet buried in the sand, and the ocean waves moving peacefully,
my mind began to drift into deep imagination.
My eyes wide awake, as my subconscious being ignoring the pain from not blinking.
It seems like everyone decides what carrer to pursue by the amont of money they get.
A dream job does not have to be a dream,
It can be a reality even though it may seem,
Impossible, or very hard to obtain,
Some might consider me a bit insane,
To go to school for hours upon hours,
I was absolutely sure, my mind was set
that I wanted to be an architect yet
these mental barriers stand in my way
stress over school, money, my hope's slipping away
a bar of soap that i cannot grasp for a minute
Dream to help,
Help to make dreams
To be before other pushing,
Toward their life.
I wish to teach and
and make it possible to change the world
Change the world by making
The white brick walls with bright blue stretchers,
Patients coming in with pipes through their skulls,
Sounds like a hardcore, Heavy Metal song,
But it's not. It's my dream job!
To become an ER doctor,
Lobster,shrimp, champagne
I'm feasting and sipping on this while I'm work on my campaign
wow up 400 votes I'm to sharp in my own lane
while I stay humble, let me go in front of the people and stay strong
The words of doubt,
They tell me I can't,
I won't,
They say the chances are slim,
That I won't get the job,
But I won't listen.
My dream is big,
My dream is my job,
I don't know how it feelsTo be given an expiration date.I don't know how it feelsTo swallow sixteen different pills each morning.I don't know how it feels
I want to change the world, but if I can change one life, mine is worth it.
I want to be there when the strongest child wants to quit.
I am a nurse by trade, but that also implies,
Look I made it move!
Those basic shapes
Come to life as I improve,
Do they smile or brood?
It's all up to me,
My pencil sets the mood.
All to see a smile,
Or to entertain,
I remember in preschool
When they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up,
I remember looking at the teacher with confusion
Without a clue of what to say; I thought there was
One day
I will be that
A chef
One day
I'll make it
Big
One day
I'll go to culinay school
One day
I'll get my degree
All it takes is one
One day
Born to a mother with terrible addictions,along side the father who never called.A drunk stepfather who was always angry.These people, I never want to become.
a karate man is the job for me,
teaching, skillful, it's easy for me,
kick, punch, flip and land,
show the bad guy whos the man,
that's right it's me,
a karate man is what i'm to be,
Sitting at my desk,
When the bell rings.
The students come in,
What will today bring?
Good mornings are exchanged,
Supplies are taken out.
Standing in front of my students,
I remember my first comic book
Watchmen - I was skeptical.
Superheroes could't be intellectual.
But now i've read it seven times
There's always something new to look at
They’re ungrateful; they got themselves in that position; they’re just being lazy,One man I served at a soup kitchen even said-“you spend too much time helping us; you will become one of us”.
I wish I were many things,
but to be many things
I would need to be a writer.
A writer creates what they want to see and feel.
My dream job is to work somewhere in the tropical areas
like Africa or Australia
Sharing my heart to those wild animals
As I sit here and contemplate,I would want to do something I'm passionate about,Such as skate.To be a professional has been my life long dreamSeeing kids riding my pro boards, repping my team.
The silent sea
The endless ocean that holds you and me
and the rest of life as we know it.
I'd rather not know
Not see the countless patterns plotted out
To dream about a job
Is what a child always does
I've dreamt about many
ranging from a Vet to a Doc
For me it seems
It's not really a dream job
I dream of becoming a Game Designer
World's Greatest Game Creator
From top sales to number one billionare
From strugglinng to getting my share
My share at creativity
Making games for the community
If I could change one thing-
It'd be your life.
It'd be the hopelessness you feel in the morning.
I'm alive because of one job
One job
My future job, may God allow it
Music is everywhere
Everything
And all you've gotta do is embrace it
Take it
Change it
Make it
Make it yours
A job that could change my life?
Of course it may come with strife,
But what is life without struggle?
There will definitely be work to juggle.
Words on a once blank page
Waking up in the middle of the night
To jot down an idea or phrase
Trying to remember a dream for a story
Wanting to live in the world you created
If I could do anything
anything at all.
I wish I could be a blacksmith
to make armour for the knights
so that Crusaders would know me
so that kings would value my service
It could happen in a second
A second is all it takes
One wrong step, a powerful impact
And the human body breaks
The doctor will work his magic
To try and make you new
So many places to see
To visit all tourist shops
And experience all the unknowns
To see every place imaginable
To be able to meet
All the inspiring people
To be able to learn
When I was five years old I wanted to be a paleontologist
All my friends wanted to be princesses
Nobody told them this was unrealistic
But my mother had no problem telling me
All the bones and all the fossils
A famous actor
A player on a football team
Most people wish for these
But no, not me
I want to teach
But I have no use for a classroom
A chalkboard
Or students
Dreams of my future
All contain fuzzy pictures of my goal.
Perhaps I’ll heal wounds by sewing sutures
Or checking vitals and removing cancerous moles.
No one category is completely chosen
Walking across the earth to find my place in the world.To find that job we all look forward to when we graduate college.That job is what everyone sees them doing in the future
Beautiful creatures, blend in with snow
Not many left, are on their own
Bears that are polar, need someone to help
Being there for them is what its about
Dreams of working to bring new life
Football-a dream? a hobby? a reality? a job?
For all-get lost in the mob
For me-making my dreams come true
so soon, so soon
One life
One world
Many opportunities to make a difference.
To change the world
with just one job
could be the easiest thing in the world...
if it's already your passion.
When the tears have dried and the fight is over,
And I have survived the pains and struggles.
Where or who do I turn to for strength to face the day?
I am seeking for the strength to get me threw my lonely nights,
Making up a person
Creating a fairy or an angel
Or a demon, an animal
Using only a person and some paints
It isn't just to cover up who they are
Make-up creates a whole new being
Stop telling children that they can be anything they want to be when they grow up.Do not tell little boys that they could be police men or fire fighters
Many strive to teach, judge, or bounce a ball
But my dream job beats them all
I want to save lives to change my own
My passion is to be a doctor, world-renowned
Pain hurts my heart, all i want to is heal
One Job May Change My Life
A dream career.
So far, but so near.
It may sound ridiculous.
But imagine Candyland.
To have ailments and injuries
Pain, hindrances and surgeries
What is one to do?
There must be someone to look for
Someone with answers, remedies, and more
A certified individual, one of few
A duty to humankind, to actually be kind, help the vulnerable, give generously without a second thought or worry. To live for others lives to be higher quality. Sure the scrubs aren't fashionable, but man are they comfortable!
It will take years of preparation,
A total transformation.
Four years of studying, and then four more.
I will have the drive, the knowledge for sure.
I will learn all there is to know,
There is only one way I want to spend the rest of my life,
this way would make it alright,
I want to roam around a zoo,
if you want I can take you,
I want to be one day be in Africa
Waking up in that deeply familiar, August morning cold,
The old will be new, but the new will be old.
Everything will be different, yet everything will be the same.
I believe some people were just meant to help. Helping people and caring for them when they are sick is what I love doing. My only dream has always been becoming a registered nurse and helping people.
When I was born I was 3 months premature, and the nurses and the doctors at the Arkansas Children's Hospital saved my life. I'm at the point in my life where I need to decide on a career.
I am the wizard.
I am the leader of the revolution.
I am the reason you are here
in this neon lit basement
I am 128 BPMs shaking your core melting your mind and molding your soul.
I am the DJ.
Destruction, devestation, anger, lonliness. The words that have come and have yet to come. Hope, Faith, determination is in sight.
Hip Hop started years ago/some how it last years into the future
When I listen to it,it makes my heart grow/it makes my eyes bigger
When I listen to it,it makes the butterflies in my stomach go/it makes me see my future
The one job to change my life has little to do with mine:it reaches beyond the veil of mortality Bto transcend the silence applied with death and time,to give the gift of voice during grief and fatality
One job may change my life
From getting out of bed early morning
To putting on my scrub suit and hearing him say goodbye my wife
One job will change my life
Seeing the eyes of a newborn,
"It would be a waste of a mind"
"You're just a girl"
"No one would take you seriously"
"You could do bigger things"
"You're too small"
My mind; an asset
My gender; irrelevant
Though you may see a lonely fish flopping
Along a beach that has largely been left,
I see an evil that requires stopping
The luxurious life is the typical
what we all secretly want
but the satisfaction is what I aspire for most.
The smiles of clients, the cleansed, refreshed sighs they relieve
they spill their secrets and burdens
If I could have one job,
And any job it could be,
I'd pick the job,
That allows me to be me,
That allows me to be what
Christ sees in me.
I want to be love,
I want to be hope,
People Want to Live the American Dream.
To have nice cars and things they never seen.
But is the American Dream real?
People think succes is gonna be easy.
But thats when reality hits.
To bring happiness is my aim, in the form of newborn babies to families who have waited ever so patiently.To work by delivering children into this world is my dream.
Shadows I see, self loathing, self harming, suicidal thoughts is all I'll ever be.
No one will ever want me, he was right
The monster that came into my room to get me every night
These words I'm spilling may not be quite clear,
a job is not a career.
Let us not strife,
but a job cannot change my life.
To see your reflection and see success,
must be the best.
My dream job, the job that could change my life, is to be an author.
Writing is my passion, and my escape. If I were to achieve my goal and land that job, a whole new world would be opened up to me.
Everywhere we look
Somebody has a book.
This book is a portal to learning,
A thing many of us are earning,
Through our everyday lives.
Buzzing around like bees in their honey hives
On a college campus
I once was
A girl caged in lonliness; living nightmare
The devil on my back
Crawled in my head
If I could have one job what would it be?
An Artist, A musician, or make fancy carvings out of wood?
I would want a job where I could simply be me.
I would love to travel the world, and do what I could.
I want to be a voice for the voiceless
I want to be a defender of justice
I want to be the one families can depend on with their departed loved ones
I want to be a medical Examiner
First and foremost I want to get an MBA
And subsequently making it into the NBA
Basketball’s a passion; to play pro would be a dream
But making it to the league is even harder than it seems
Oganized chaos
A race agianst time
Losing a patient feels like a crime .
Parents or children, husbands and wives
Praying that YOU can save their loved ones lives.
Saving lives daily, a loss here or there
I dream about my heavenly fatherI dream about meeting himAnd asking why he had to take my friend
Living things,
All around,
In the beginning,
There were many that basked underneath a clear sky,
But the present holds something different,
The sky isn't as blue as it was once before.
Becoming an actress is a job that would change my life. In a matter of seconds I could go from having one dollar in my pocket to having millions.
When moon touches Earth
and stays for awhile,
you'll see an eerie sight,
a lover and his love-lost
are gathering tonight.
Beneath the bonny apple tree
where most folks take delight,
If I could have any job I wanted
I would be a pilot so I could get over my fear of heights
I would be a food critic so I could eat the best food in the world
I would be a celebrity so I could have the star treatment
I pushed it away for way too long;
the need to help others,
because how can I help someone else
if I'm going through the same thing?
I've been in that place.
I sing for fun
But thats not enough
In my future I see myself singing
In everyone's ears, my voice is ringing
It's loud and clear,making
The competition chilled with fear
The struggles of life vary person to person.
"I can't pay rent" to
"I hate my extravagant life":
Those inevitable thoughts.
"If you hate it so much, change it,"
They said.
Being the youngest student in my grade, always felt weird. By the age of 15 years old I was a Junior in High School. I was very mature and ready to be independent. Looking for my first job was very stressful.
I always wanted to hear about how your days were drawn near, from the time you wake up in the morning, from the time you rest at night. The mind is a wondering device, how I long to know the answer to your every thought. Let me help. Let me see.
Beep. Click. Snap.
Say Cheese!
Upload. Photoshop. Scrap.
Let's Shoot Again.
You love the sound of it- photographer.
The way it rolls off your tongue.
The way you answer people when they ask,
A little hand reaching out for mine,
the first feeling that comes to mind,
sadness then joy.
I am hoping the years in health class and religious studies
has prepared me for such strife,
