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When i was stumbling
in the dark,confused
and crying out for help,
this friendly fellow seemed amused:
And while i fought like anything
to keep the candle lit
he cheerfully reviewed
I jumped so high once beforethat I know life ain't true,so believe me, I know what life can put you through,so I'm pretty sure you'll know what I'm saying to you!It's not like I refuse to go through,
Once I stepped into that empty room
I felt like I was in there for hours instead of 15 minutes
My hands were playing with each other, comforting their nerves
I came out of there alive barely surviving
As a musician i have realized not more than just music notes are hidden within the pages of music.
Every first time wont be perfect but that doesnt mean stay muted.
"What do you want to be when you're older?"
Heard across as a child
Looked over my shoulder
and said a job so bizarre and wild
The words came out of my mouth, "A mom and a wife",
I have come to realize
that it's hader than what it seems.
A dream job, your dream job.
Your upraised so high, and I am so low
I upraise you so high, each and every day
Each night I lower you down, like a show
We complete this task, even in the gray
What could be is what can't be.
Acting is a dream that i crave
To be able to give the gift of laughter
To be able to bring happiness or sorrow
To be an escape for those who dislike their reality
I want my children to experience nature.
Not just through a TV Screen
But through tangible experiences
Poeticy
the Sophistication
Of liberation of ones Meditation
Contemplation and tribulations
With out limitations
On expressions or diction
Poeticy
Where steel hearts meet corrosion
I'll be the world's whisteblower.
With my notebook in hand and suit and tie on,
I'll patrol the area I'm responsible for.
If I catch you doing something you aren't supposed to be doing,
I'll give you a red card,
When I walk past the door I smile
While others might sigh
or groan
or pout
For I know that this is the place where your life begins.
When I hear the bell toll I smile
After pondering of what I want to do, and
Because I want to help others,
Counseling is the one job I want to change my life
Dramatically.
Even though the pay is not
Fantastic- it gives me
To some, school is a place to socialize and meet new friends,
To others, school is a struggle, that often leads to dead ends.
Some have dreams of becoming an actor,
I dream of children learing the speak.
I dream of a world of communication
I dream of being a speech therapist
I dream of changing the world
A job that can transform me is not a job at all. A job is what people have to get by. I don't want to just get by, feel all high and mighty when really it's so hard I'm ready to die. No, I don't have a dream job. I have a dream though.
Dig and dig, research and dig
Search, dig, uncover, to what avial?
Mostly rocks and bones, but
One glimmer in the dirt
Thousands of years in a trinket
History in your hands
A rush of exictment
Any job that infiltrates the class system of America would change my life path.
It's an never ending cycle of poverty for some, others of wealth.
In order to get the job that changes my life path, education is must.
Folded white page
settling upon my desolate outcry
I decipher my future affair
with a turn of a blind eye.
Colored on boxes
written on page or carved on stone
I accept all beginnings
I always always gave you less.
I always always second guessed.
I always always shot you down.
I always always loved you less.
You always gave me more.
You always gave your best.
Why me? What can I do? Why am I more deserving than others for financial elevation? I’m not.I’m just a girl with dreams of making a differenceBut I want anyway.I want to erode my own name out into history
I want to learn the art of reminiscence in collaboration with meditation and the blessings bestowed upon me. Does the mind not hold the soul? And the brain the body? I want to innervate creative minds. Do all nations hold such a service?
One job may change my life.
It could be becoming an astronaut
Or
Becoming a Power Ranger
Like I always dreamed
When I was five.
Three jobs for the single moms just trying to get by
Seven for humans who have student loans
Nine for the addicts doomed to die
One for for me to make my home
In the land where I will never cry
Here is a link to my poem I want to add to this scholarship poetry slam!
http://destinedtopreach.blogspot.com/2014/04/b-moonshine.html
enjoy!
It's a lonesome life,but with a flame that entices the soul
To attract others and fight the good fight,
in our hearts, you know you're right.
But what happens when someone takes the keys,
I start my car,
Hear the ignition?
I'm driving to my job,
I'm a pediatrician!
A kid walks in
He's nervous as heck
I gotta use my stethoscope
To check
When the air is filled
With excitement and thrill,
The Day has just begun.
When a child that frolics
With daisies and lollies,
My hands are thin,
My fingers slim
I scrub them an srub them
But they are calloused from helping him.
My shoulder is bony
And dry to the touch
But she brings life to it
Only a doctorate degree could change my life
Although it may take a lot of years and a lot of strife
12 to 14 years of study
Hopefully I’ll have enough money
For Duke University which is my dream school
I wake up every morning thankful to be alive
A brain unlike any other im different yet alive
My thoughts questions why im alive
You'd never guess the things I hide
the thoughts that haunt my mind
Yes there's a monster deep inside
My dearest poet, do not study for hours another's poetryfor you will hinder your wordsRich painter, do not gaze in a fellow's perspectivefor you will stifle your perception
A sick child, I made a wish
I wished for a future, I wished for a cure
I wished for a miracle, but I got more
Defying all odds, I'm still alive
Two years into college, and still I strive
Sunflowers dancing in the light, Hidden but not out of sight; Gathered in anonymity, But not without solemnity.
No man shall choose another’s destiny
Gods among earth we are not
My work will drive me as far as I let it
For this is where ambition and wishing will split
Humble actions influence outgoing impacts
I am Joseph Conciatori/but I'm not your average Joe/I'm more than that, an intellectually gifted and highly talented young man/with a proverbial truckload of ambition/I aspire to graduate at the top of my class/with that marketing degree I'm tryi
As you see, this world may not tolerate many of you.
Discrimination is just like a flu.
How can many believe a God,
When their vision is in a fog.
Mouths are shut, closed, in silence mode.
Authenticity is identity,
But who are we-
The lies we tell ourselves,
That we tell each other.
If honesty is freedom,
Then why is truth so cloaked,
Masked, and long denied?
A color
Changes the whole game.
An accident
Causes a beautiful "new world order".
The role I took on is not one for the weak.
I must be strong for the patient in my care.
I am the advocate for those who cannot speak.
I breathe for them when they can no longer move air.
I want to see a smile,
Come across your face
One that has not been there for a while
Because you did not believe you would live to see another day.
I want for you
Philosophies
Drift amuck in a waterless world
Catching on to anything
Within hand’s grasp
We strive to find purpose
To stake our land
To hold our place
To say “we were here”
What disease has plagued us
causing generous people to become so treacherous?
Is it poverty, obesity, or something with the heart
Fifty blissful years had passed the couple by,
the world never ceasing to smile upon them:
every second, each tick and tock,
capturing some moment to be treasured.
They sat together on a swinging bench,
America's highways are all Route 66 America's highways are all Route 666
Why'd the hobo cross the road--to get the other side
Dotted yellow line a new kind of divide
Thumb out, took his last free ride
they say art majors are toughthey claim art students are poorteachers, parents: all the same
If I could have my dream job
I would use my voice
Use it to make sounds
Use to make a choice
Use it to make art painted by my mouth
Drawing the images on the canvas of your ears
A job that won't just change my life
but help others change theirs too.
Teach For America,
thats what I want to do.
I want to spread a wildfire
in students that I'll teach
Ignite the passion
No perfect time for change
Different stages throughout the day
They will think it's strange
They don't care what you say
Your life
Your body
Your start
You heart
Please take a minute and look into my eyes
I'm going to speak a little of my demise
You see, Just one job could change my life
if you look at me, you can't see my strife
A smile on a face
Brings one to my own
I know this is my passion
When selfless works are shown
I want a career
Not just another 9 to 5
Where I impact the lives of others
The newly forming star,
the planets, red and blue,
the black holes and white dwarfs,
Discover scientific breakthroughs.
As children, we grew up with big dreamsOur guardians were pure inspirationAs if they were the manuals to life themselvesEven I could not wait to grow upBe like them, talk like them, know everything
Bearing the torch of knowledge,
Casting the light of compassion,
Into lands darkened with illness.
Like a candle transferring its ilght,
Awakening a new shine,
In the dull eyes of the sick,
I tell myself I don’t need it
That the whole thing’s just a dream
And that there’s no way in heaven
So just leave it to fall back to sleep
But this dream must be on a sugar-high
I've seen the pain of a thousand lies tearing through your soul
I've seen the bruises of anger beaten down upon your pliable flesh
Furious fists flying, pushing, swinging, never ending, never stopping
Ever since the beginning my heart has yearned to explore,
A sensation of curiosity bubbling within the very depths of my soul.
No nook or cranny could hide their secrets from me,
Jilliard is my dream.
Broadway is my fantasy.
Just visiting New York,
I would be singing happily.
I've always loved the stage
Ever since I was small.
I've been from a monkey to Ms. Darling,
"Do what you love and you'll love what you do."
One day,
I hope
to fulfill
that phrase.
One major.
One job.
Such emphasis
on choice.
But too
choosy on
MY choice.
I can admit that I'm not the same person as I was when I was young
I feel my experiences have raised me
Shaped me, into the person I have become
Through all the talent shows
My passion is children.
But my heart lies with helping others.
My dream career;
Takes heart and dedication
Ever since I was little,
I dreamed about being a teacher.
I'd hang out with friends and we'd hold 'class'
I'd be the teacher, assign 'homework', 'teach' lessons, 'grade' worksheets.
My dream job
is an open door
it's what I'm paying all this fucking money for
My dream job is Graphic Design
It'll be some time before I get it in line,
4 years of school and $100,000 down the drain
Faces of cursoriness, envy, hope, and excitement controls the room
Wanting deeply to get the latest
Some are trying to get a promotion on their first day
Well respected eyes gleam of desire to be the one in all elitism
Summer heat calls to me, peering in through my window--several stories up--
asking me out to play. But
a phone rings,
an intern rushes in,
a Dreamer follows in tears.
One job may change my life
“The thing about pain . . . it demands to be felt.”
As I look around, I see it:
Late at night I slave away,
my fingers feeling raw
My weary eyes are drooping fast,
my knuckles at them claw.
Why do I put myself through this?
This never-ending toil?
Yes I have one job in mind to create a generation that no longer is blind changing the perspective of things that are left to be neglected that other america no one cares to see but feels sorry for that other america the teens live in, the one th
*Note: All quotes are from Walt Disney’s Cinderella, song “A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes”
What is a dream?
“A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you’re fast asleep…”
Being a part of Disney magic
I have an addiction, that I can't seem to break.
I tend to help others fix their mistakes.
I put others' happiness before my very own,
and I make sure their potential becomes known.
If I could have one job
That would change my life
What would it be?
I could be a doctor
A lawyer
Or an astronaut maybe?
All eyes on him.
Hopes and dreams and money that screams
to succeed; all lie on his shoulders.
The weight of scolders
in the rival stands and prayers from believers.
No time for a breather,
Dozens of bright smiles and glistening eyes,
All looking up at me as I proudly say,
“Hello children, my name is Ms. Mata”.
Sugar rushes and crashes in the morning,
Boxes of tissues are used up by noon,
Films are storys brought out to life.
The heart skippes a beat
A smile is drawn on your face
This one job is all I ask
I'm a simple being, I do not ask for much. i am frugile and I am not selfish
I am modest. I cannot say I am a saint nor am I selfless being...
But, I do not ask for much, I have one wish
My life has been a constant battle
Against a dictator of sorts;
The kind that all angsty teenagers
Hope to one day sue in courts,
Their mother.
My mother was nothing but good
My dream job is to be a storyteller
make my words mean something
To someone
My dream job is to be a storyteller
travel across the lands
reveal secrets
Though not a poem in its natural vein,I expect my dream job not to be in vain.Something where I can be myselfBut probably also build a few shelves.Yes my dream job lies in architecture
My one chance
My one chance to go college
My one chance to have my dad back in my life
Where he can say that he is proud of me
Without putting up a fight
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.
He is made an outcast;
She suffers from abuse;
Another is always chosen last.
Kids can be so mean.
Life is tough,
When all they do is tear you down
Can’t take it soon enough
One Job May Change My Life
A wise man once said: “To all who come to this happy place, welcome,”
“Disneyland is your land….” And it is my land.
Connect the streams of dreams of the lost man
Where an ocean of passion for art lies
In the brain of his youth, while gaming.
Feel the crushing waves of the obstacles
Its hard to see in these clouds
What seemed so far is coming soon
Four more years of studying
Then I will live what I've dreamed for years
Every field by the highway
Will transform from dying grass
"Bombs explode overhead, shrapnel soars like the confetti of a million dead men's dreams,
too many to count, too fast to grasp, too sharp to hold
They whizz past, into the tender flesh of my comrads.
Kissing each child’s forehead
Dancing to the sweet echoing laughter
Squeezing them like a lemon before bed
Reminding them they’re creations of the Maker
And writing about it.
The power of words
is greater than any tidal wave at its highest peak ready to swallow,
or a volcano in full, fuming eruption,
or rocket ready to destroy the barrier that surrounds us all.
Hoping like a child would,
Was the demise of my childhood.
Suffering tyrannical oppression for most of my life,
Created a demon inside of pain and strife.
Writing on parchment made of skin,
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.
Is there anything as beautiful as the written word?
If there is
I’ve yet to see it
Words can create pictures in your head
They can take you to places you’ve never been before
My dream job isn't a job at all
Well, at least for me it's not
I mean, your dream job shouldn't feel like a job
Extractions, fillings, and drillings
Placing crowns on pearls
Brightening a future
Bracing the serpentine white line
Cleaning away remnants of the past
All just parts of my soon to be dream
One job
Two jobs
Three.
What is it for?
Giving or for greed?
One job
Two jobs
Three.
I got a promotion
all just for me.
One job
Just one job could change my life,
Make me rich, or help me find a wife
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
Its life changing,
But effort taking.
It's worth the while,
But the while is breaking.
Dreams soar high,
Higher than my reach.
Learn from others,
For it's their mistakes they teach.
The most beautiful sight in all the world:
A blank canvas.
The potential and creativity inside the artist brings life to art.
If you allow me this, I will make you a masterpiece.
Exausted. Leaning in to rest on my elbows,
Let my eyes go black with magnetic lids...
Newton. Carter. Poe. Hippocrates...
NO.
Eyes open.
My lids repelled from each other.
Awake.
Be Awake.
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
I want to take you apart.
Bit by bit, deconstructing with my mind.
Bones and skin and muscles
Take you down to your most basic components.
I want to see you stretch.
I want to coax your skin into
I love the media.
It’s interesting
and fun
and keeps us all connected,
on one page.
But don’t get me wrong…
I don’t enjoy the propaganda,
the mendacious ads and suffocating numbers,
Becoming a chief executive officer can change my life.
Competition is what I'm seeking for and achieving my dreams will keep me way from the thug life.
Life is about finding your true purpose and being yourself. One should always remain the same, genuine person that they were when they discovered who they were. Your job, your purpose should reflect who you are and what you truly love to do.
Women have the opportunity,
to have the power they so desire.
I rise above to shine in the eye,
the peculiar, curious eye of society.
I shine as bright as the sun
with the job I have just won.
Working to live, not living to work
Trading their life for money, instead of love
Secretly longing to give their life for a cause
Yet they’re too sick to even walk 2 blocks.
Empty pockets.
Dirty brown leather wallets.
Mom's tears.
My siblings' fears.
Kicked out of houses.
Trampled and tumbled over by high rolling bosses.
What's a job?
A job is hope.
What is a job?
Is it a cumbersome load that fills nine to five
Hours of six days per week?
Is it a place you hate
But, tolerate
Because it keeps your bills paid?
Or is it more?
Like, for example,
a basic principle
want to help people
through medical
feel better-able
so incredible
something new
would love to
continue through
I have had a dream,
as cliche as it could be,
I want to be a dancer.
To dance every hour of every day,
To feel that freedom,
the control of my feet.
Ah yes, that is what I dream.
Six o’clock:
Millions of eyelids unfold
Burning from the light of dawn.
Coffee is poured
Ready to scorch each throat
With the bitterness of another day.
“Fortune without fame” was always my motto;
But I desire my fortune
In more than a stack of bullion
I want walls lined with boxes,
A glance into the future is what we all hope to see.
What lies in that moment will essentially drive who we will be!
What do we hope to accomplish is a challenge in itself?
I have this desire, this dream,
And it's completely overwhelming me.
The passion I feel,
I know this could all be real,
Child of poverty
Child of immigrants
Doesn't know any other world until it's time to go to school
In Boyle Heights, you're just like everybody else except maybe not as brown
Ferociously scribbling intellectual inscriptions draped in decorative diction upon negated pages
Negated pages, buried inside a hard back journal reflecting ages and ages of poetic aspirations
Poetry
I dream poetry
There is nothing that excites me more
More than transcribing thoughts I may never share
More than reading out loud to find what sounds best
Will you Love me tomorrow for the things I've done today,Or will you love me Forever for the things I can not change?
We are told from a young age that we must choose a path in life. We go to school, learn about Robert Frost, and are told to take the road less traveled. But we are not given a roadmap. We are not given a compass.
Can it be done?
You'll never make it.
What makes you think you're that smart?
Change your major while it's still easy.
Can it be done?
Its been my dream.
All I can see myself doing.
I look outside and see,
The world is waiting for me,
There is much to learn,
And it all comes in turn,
all I have to do is turn the knob,
And prepare for the job.
People say white sheep are the chosens
Black sheep are the outcasts
Inaccurate
Both are sheep
In a breed of
Lawyers, accountants, doctors
The world is only
Black
And
First you were there, and now your not, my one support system, finally lost. You had #one job, you know it's true, you left me, when i need you. All i ask, is when you come back, please support me, I need that back.
First you were there, and now your not, my one support system, finally lost. You had #one job, you know it's true, you left me, when i need you. All i ask, is when you come back, please support me, I need that back.
My dream job is to be a pediatrician.
This I know is not fiction.
I want to help the kids around me
So that they can grow up to be
The finest adults you'll ever see.
I don't even know you, dude. But here we are.
Brought togther by fate? Naw. I don't think so.
Maybe something stupid you did. Maybe someone stupid who did it.
I'll be straight with you. You stay straight for me.
Pulling the wrenches, breaking the bolts, sweating in the summer, freezing, while working through the rain and the snow. Complaining to the boss even though I tell everyone this is THE dream job.
We all know the story of Adam,
Eve, and the apple she bit which
damned every generation.
Because of that,
I'm afraid to take risks.
I might as well say I'm afraid to live.
As a child, I act- innocent eyes capture imagination
Seeing worlds adults cannot see, blind to the beauty
Days comprised of dreams-
of Prince Charming gallivanting confines of castles,
The sick and the dying,
The needy and the hopeless,
Who do they look to for aspiration?
The strong and the immune,
The lucky and hopeful,
Who do they look to for guidance?
To walk into a room,
the walls adorned with art,
poets words
are begging to fall
into papers below.
This is what I want to do.
I know I should be working
I know that it's just "right"
Not relying on welfare checks
A little boy tells his father"I want to be an air force pilot, I want to knock on the sky.I want to see where the angels live and where God sits on high."His father grins and he says "Mijo, you'll be the best.
when you take that first step
out of the black wings into the light
you can't see them, but you know they can see you
and it's terrifying, heartbreaking, nervewracking
a foreign step shifts a pebble.
flashes of a man paralyze her and her daughter cries; he's found us.
a decrepit old man moves past her without so much as a look.
not one to fear but not one to help.
A mosiac of colors above your head,
the cool current rocking,
and brilliant creatures swimming effortlessly-
just the beginning of the beauty that the ocean holds.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to live in a Disney-type world?
Feather-light footsteps. True, unparalleled romance and love that compares to no other. Completely, blissfully carefree.
I sat no more than five years old
work, work hard now for later I was told
learn to spell, and write, and divide
so when life rolls along wih every new tide
You will be a strong candidate
There is a war waging on this world.
It is waged by every country, every boy and girl.
Every stream, every ocean feels the war’s pain.
And water fights back with acid rain.
My name is Derrick Lawson and I come from the ‘Bridge,
Where people try to make some money
and they’re dying to live.
My dream job is business,
working with technology,
be friends with Bill Gates,
A lush green canopy teeming with life,
the rainforest stretches on for miles upon miles.
Sluggishly, it's lazy river runs through it,
colored brown from sediment upstream.
You will need:
1 human body (preferably fresh)
1 absorbent mind
2 parts ambition
1 part hard work
3 parts hormones
1 part friendliness
16/18 cups knowledge (Depends of consistency)
To shine, save lives, conquer, and fly
Those were our dreams before trying to survive
Now it’s money, wealth, and superiority for what we’re forced to strive
But God bless the soul who wants otherwise
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
Just one job could open a door too a number of possiblities; and the one job that can change my life,
Is just around on the otherside
I stand on the stage,
the mic in my hand,
with one final breath,
I look to the band.
The song, it begins,
the guitars, they strum,
the audience listens,
and they begin to hum.
One job may change my life
One job may consume my life
So I cannot resume my life
One job may take my soul
Replace my whole with holes
My dream job would be: a kid.
Now, that may seem utterly ridiculous.
Well, it's "right" to think that, in a way.
Experience may say differently to my choice,
But first, hear what I have to say.
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.
The world has really let itself go.
It just doesn't look like it used to:
Some parts sag way down low,
some wouldn't even dewrinkle
if a steamroller ran on it on a loop.
Since the day I saw your pale face,
Your eyes revealed the hope that burned inside you.
You knew the meaning of life already when you were eight and a half years old.
We both had IV's in our arms under our hospital gowns,
Helping people day and night
Helping people left and right
Rain or shine
For Saddness or happy
This is my job, my calling, my happening
Healing the sick or fixing the disabled
All my life I have loved animals
Volunteering has brought me great joy
And for as much as I have helped them, they have changed my life even more.
The are no words to describe how it feels to help the helpless
Could you be so passionate?
Having only started your life?
A small voice in the darkness,
Not burning very bright.
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A picture of the future, fuzzy but becoming clear. Knowing what I want, but questions remain.
This one job,
may change my life.
This one job,
may change your life.
This one job,
may change the world.
That one surgery,
can take my life.
That one surgery,
Those gifted hands,
Bathing in antimicrobial soap and water,
Clothed in radiant latex sterile surgical gloves.
My eyes see the world
In ways different than yours
Forming ideas, designing images
This is the gift I was given
Turning what you see into art
Frames, collages, canvasses
And one day
When I grow up, I want to build castles
I want to ride dragons and cast spells and go on quests.
I want to crown kings, sew gowns for princesses, and cast a curse over a land far, far away.
I walk into the classroom in the morning.
It's empty.
The vision of seeing young students in front of me
rattles my bones,
shakes my fingers,
speeds my heart.
I'm nervous.
Nervous about
<One Job>
Reading and reading through appendices
Lines of coding tattooed in my mind like appendages.
Helping the world one step at a time.
How can I help a damaged poet once again rhyme?
I have fireworks inside me with special patterns:
Sapphire stars, scarlet plaids, lavender polka-dots.
They explode.
Treking the course-grained rocks at Topsmead State Forest.
My One Dream Job.
We pave the trail we’re meant to blaze
We’ll keep on going until it’s ourselves we amaze
Some of us will take off and just keep flying
Those of us that fall will just keep trying
The piano sits in the living room
begging me to play an endless tune.
But my mind inside me booms
saying "why doubt so soon?
Music isn't that great,
remember Math is what pays,
It's Friday night,
the city rustling, my shoes too tight.
Time to leave, the streets are empty.
They're here, with me, at my bar
enjoying the company of those from the working scene,
Hobby (noun)
an activity or interest pursued
for pleasure or relaxation
I want to hear from you
What you have to say
Whatever is on your mind
I know you feel empty,
Alone, and scared.
I know that from the very first
Moment you heard the phrase
In life, we are all given a path, a choice to succeed or failSome people know from an early age what their dream is and how to obtain it: success after success.
Happiness -- what life is all about,
right? And what can take us there,
each of us an individual trail
through the brambled and bushy woods of the world:
my path? Board games --
my own board games,
Facing reality, facing conspiracy, facing humanity
I that what it is?
Dealing with cruelty, judged down by royalty
How can my heart win?
Shaken by words that mean no harm
Cause all I have are my scars
Lighting ears is hard to do
The sounds need to be perfect, to reach a break through
It's called music, the sounds you hear
No matter the genre, it's something people keep dear
For all of my lifeI have been told,"follow the crowd"and "fit the mold".But I am unique,you see.
I love teeth
i love braces
if you step to me
you will have new faces
i love spacers
i love wires
if you step to me
you will get what you desire
i love brackets
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...
Here I am
Alone in this room, Alone in this house
The front door, I hear it slam
She's home.
Home from the endless days and nights
Home from the job that barely pays enough
To feed our mouths.
Blow the whistle
run a lap
dont be afraid to tap
put on your cap
and go close the gap
when the final buzzer sounds
all that we'll say is time to beat another sap
Dear 17 Year Old Me,Do you remember gazing through the windowpane?You and I, observing the cars go by as their treadsLeave unmistakable trails?Watching souls venture to and fro
If I could anything I wanted to be,
A computer science teacher,
Is what I would be.
Teaching the youth of tomorrow,
How to perform a new life skill,
I don’t care how much money I borrow.
Fate's been kind to lead me here
So far, so close to childhood home
Three years gone an eon ago
No sign of that boy is left to show
Two graves were dug, one loved, one not
So many children of different backgrounds and experiences,
All need love and support,
A teacher's guidance down the path of life,
Lends a hand to changing lives.
My dream job is unrealistic.
It will always and forever be.
My dream job is to open eyes
And help others learn to see.
I've always wanted to be a superhero.
I wanted to change the world.
The impression of light,
Behind closed eyelids,
Is all that I desire
The flash of colors,
Shocking and joyous,
I didn't think my doodles would take it as far as this
Perhaps, all along I wanted to be an artist
Attention to details: How to stretch a canvas-
How to have the right consistency when making its prime
From the day we are born in our lives are in danger.From the moment she took her first breath,Her fate had been decided.She never even made it home.Straight to the chicken farm she went.
I'm stuck in a junkyard, a graveyard, a garden of broken dreams
Full of flowers that never sprouted or maybe tried to but never had a chance.
I walk along the graves of fallen angels who now have grown cold and mean,
I don’t know how I’ll get there
But I sure know where to begin.
I can take my first step
Without knowing where I’ll end.
Perhaps in fields of blue bonnets
And of cities far away,
Ever since my adolescent years, I knew what Life destined me to be
Life, reciting a few words of wisdom, confidently proclaimed “I have your key”
This well-polished key was the gateway to the enticing door that read “SUCCESS”
MY DREAM JOB WOULD BE BECOMING A VIDEO GAME DESIGNER AND CREATOR.
I LOVE VIDEO GAMES, AND I EXCELL AT PLAYING THEM AS WELL.
PLUS, THE FACT THAT I'M A GIRL JUST MAKES ME EVEN MORE RARE..
I looked out of the window, the dark night stared back
I said, come on out sun, I wanna go to MY job
I had to go to my JOB yesterday at the grocery store, at dusk I quit
but today, I wanna go to MY job
My gift is the ability to create masterpieces with my words.
The most beautiful descriptions you’ve ever heard just seem to fly off of my tongue almost like a bird.
As a child,
Mind always wondering
Who am I,
Who am I gonna be
Be happy
Or make money
Be a doctor,
Be a teacher,
Be a lawyer
Or be me,
Be an interior designer
Making it happen
Through hustle, hard work, and self-confidence
Making it happen
By graduating from a university with a bachelor's degree
Making it happen
With support from loved ones friends and family
When a lost one goes
they never come again
but through who's misdeed
like a glass of water
who's inside remain dry
in a world of happiness
its only hate they see
their life remains still
Being a cracked shell,
Scars upon softness,
I need to heal,
To know that what I feel will end at me,
Exploration of the grounds and the oceans,
Compass disappears,
No aim but to ease the pain,
one job to alterredifinemoldshapean expendable mind.
is what she dreams ofdoing - a reason to rubher eyes, wake up andseeevery day.
Porifera, Cephalopoda, Echinodermata
Crustacea
Gills and Lobe Fins and
Cartilage and Tube Feet
One Dream
One Job
One life time
One ambition
One lesson
One courage
One step
One doctor
One hosptial
One Medical school
One patient
One medicine
One Job
I am creative and witty.
I wonder if I'll ever become the best.
I hear the ruckus of my thoughts banging all against my brain's wall.
I see all the awards I'll be getting for my fine pieces of work.
Look about the world
See how you are blessed
Not many can compare
Not many can attest
This world to help, my only goal
Let me give you what I have,
Everything I own.
Some people are inspired by the Earth,
Others by the sea,
I’m one of those that look up to the sky.
Though it’s not for the stars,
Nor the moon or planets.
I like to sit and watch.
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
To make a thing; see it breathe the life I
Place into its shell. The numbers leap from within
And form into shapes of my design. Thereby
Unto souls I give artificial skin.
I mingle among people from afar
gaining trust on common ground
embracing their tongue and customs
Softball; I sprain my ankle.
Sit out for the rest of the season.
I was depressed and hopeless.
However, being injured caused me to go to physical therepy.
There I encountered my dream job.
You asked me how I knew I loved you,
The words could barely leave my mouth.
I tried to write it, I couldn’t.
There was no ink, I could not do that to you,
You deserve to know the reason,
You asked me how I knew I loved you,
The words could barely leave my mouth.
I tried to write it, I couldn’t.
There was no ink, I could not do that to you,
You deserve to know the reason,
A dictator; keeping us alive
A miracle; each day that we survive
The Brain; a miraculous dictator
A place; to experiment, study, and strive
Greatness; achieved through trial and error
The job that would change my life forever for a good cause would be being a paramedic.
What could be greater than help others with their lives,save lives, change lives.
One incision,
saves lives
metal snakes,
little knives.
A lot of work,
no time,
a lot of money,
for a lot of time-
in school
to get your money's worth,
Saving lives is what I will do
No one knows what patients are going through,
To become a doctor means to save one's life
To help the patient prepare for a long fight
To find a cure for cancer
I just want to be a doctor,
One that will help others prosper.
I just want to work in the emergency room,
To lead others out of certain doom.
Call me crazy if you will,
Be an insperaion by being myself.
My dream is to perform for millions.
Why me?Why not me?
May take me time but I'll never back down.
Your words don't touch me.
Why me?Why not me?
Some people do things because
they want attention
they seek a diffent kind of outlook
things happen because
people want more from life than the norm
somethings don't change because the word because
People don't want to share.
Not their distress and not their personal battles.
They fight within themselves everyday and by the end, they lose.
They lose the fight they start everyday with something they're not proud of,
To every single thought, burning desireThat prevails in eachBoth the quiet and loud, sound of fireTo complete what has been born.
A young girl looks to the stars
She closes her eyes and makes a wish
Hopes for no financial bars
Swimming around like a lost little fish
Overwhelmed by the turbulent sea
For a teenager the dream job
requires:
No work
lots of money.
but isnt that everyones dream?
in order to have a functioning society
we must settle
for the dream job that we love
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.
Early in life I've learned
Life has never been about what changes my life
It is what changes others' lives.
That one job that would change my life?
It would be to see that spark--
Earth is our home
So keep it clean
There is no other like thee.
We must conserve our water
And keep it free
Of all the polluntants that we can and cannot see.
As I go off to college I shall explore
The Office is bright and inviting.
What lies beneath that however,
Could be quite enticing.
The Office is where secrets are kept away forever,
But pay no mind to the ominous endeavors.
One job in the world could change my life
A job across seas that deal with eyes and strife.
Where schooling and money is hard to come by
Where I have recieved already, not easy as pie
We hear it everywhere,
If we would just listen closely.
Music from all those talented artists
I picture myself on a stage,
singing my heart out to world.
Being in perfect harmony, my family would be there
Projected light upon a screen,
Imagined life born from dreams.
A story illuminated in the darkened theater,
Speakers playing music in perfect meter.
I wish to see my name there too,
I need stabilityI’ve had an instilled fear ever since my parents struggled to provide for meI knew they did the best they could
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.
I have been pushed, made fun of and talked about too. So if you told me that you have been bullied I would of known exactly what you have been going through.
Today there's a dream in my heart, taking baked goods and making them art.
Desire and talent start the fire, then training in school to help fulfill the desire.
Baking breads, cakes and cookies, is where you begin as a rookie.
My career will take me to the grey moon
Beyond Sun system; far, far from Earth,
Yet here I am next door singing a tune
Indoors, metaphorically giving birth:
To new landscapes and new stories to tell
i know rock bottom feels hollow
like a chasm that will never be filled
like the roaring won't cease and the hurt will never heal.
healing.
i know that too.
and i know light and darkness.
How do people chose a job?
Do they chose or does it come to them?
How do they know they want to even work as that?
They have never worked as that but like the feeling?
How do you know your not going to be miserable?
They say pick a route.
They say choose a dream.
Well, I'm not backing out
So I'll let my thoughts become a live stream.
My dream job is obscure
Pharmacy isn't thought of in my small town,
I stop and listen to the ideas and wonders that travels through my brain
Watching as my shadow is stabbing me in my back
Melting courage and hope on my spine
For the greater good, for the information that the people need
The people that work hard to find new technolgoies,
tests, and cures
that will heal the sick -
Masquerade and sashay your way down that office,
Use those eyes to line the path of your future.
Blush those cheeks to hide the pain of those pain written days.
Use the foundation to create set forth a smooved finish.
To me teaching is inspiring
To me teaching is leading
How many can say that they
Led people to inspire others
How many can say that they
Showed people how wonderful and terrifying the world is
Around it we feel like we are part of something greater.
Around it we proclaim our ideas and express them for the world to judge if they are good enough,
I'd like to take a stethoscope
and listen to your heartbeat carefully
To hear what it is saying
I'd like to take an x-ray
of all your broken heart bones so I can know
If you're worth fixing
Helping others become a better version of themselves takes education. Helping others to love life takes inspriration. A calling recieved by many but perfected by few. It involves building on what you know and what you do.
Since my mother passed away,
I have dreamt of the day,
Where fear no longer presides,
and happiness stays.
Where others won't need,
To feel the hate and plead,
Having their hearts yearn,
After traveling so far,
18 years have come,
12 of them spent advanced,
hiding from the sun.
Help people. Help the world.
Help myself.
How?
With one job.
One job...may change my life...
My work. Rippling into others' worlds.
Change lives. Save lives.
This is what doctors do.
A job can change a person.
My dream job can change lives.
My own. His. Hers. Ours.
The Military is where I want to be.
Not right out of high school.
My mom wants me to have a degree.
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 coerced my words from the dormant soul residing within me.And through that lucid window, I could see a flame swaying about
Aluminum, plastic, cigarette butts
Decorate a dusty Texas town
A beer can hits my windshield,
Flung from a monster truck
Exhaust billows like a smokestack
Met with scoffs, my raised concern
To enlighten someone's day with color,
Make someone's day a little better,
To show my skills and hard work to my mother.
I want a piece of me to be seen and remembered forever,
even after im long gone,
The water trickles over the rocks,
I can almost hear
The faint rush of the water.
The paint glides across the canvas.
With vigerous strokes,
I’m in the process of making my dream job my actuality
I need people to understand it’s okay to dream outside of the normality
To dream outside of what is socially accepted, or is a commonality
ESPN Color Commentator
You change the channel to ESPN, ESPN2 or get on your computer and turn to ESPN3
but when there is a game being played, you hear a friendly, welcoming voice
My dream job isn't necessarily an occupation
I wish to provide for my son in the best way possible
I dream to be a great mother
A mother who provides, cares, and sets a good precedent for her offspring
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
"Ha, social work?
That doesn't pay too much, huh?"
If you're talking about cash,
you're damn right it don't.
If you're talking about joy,
which I know you're not
because you don't think
I came to life to dream
to beam, to seem
to have a purpose.
I came to life to reap
not sleep, not keep
my pride holding me back.
For my job is to be under
the hunter of clothes.
I will not be a millionaire by the time it is all said and done
But I hope to have touched at least one single life
Whether that be a child, or a parent of a struggling child
Being a teacher, it is not made for everyone
Whenever I tell people I want to write for a living,
they give me a funny look that says 'good luck'
in a sarcastic way, though.
Most people don't think anyone can make it writing,
writing for television,
I fear the day my daughter turns 14
And tries to suck on a lollipop in class—
Because a girl in her class will
Be a slut just like her mother
And will make a comment suggesting
With headphones in, A determined stare.
I type for you but a passage, for all readers to share.
Viewers reflect, make choices, prepare.
The future is approaching, with its army of fear.
Putting emotion into a sound
creating art for all who will listen
Building it up from the ground
making music from passion within
becoming apart of something so known
but being original is the key
..........................
the doctor intubates;the nurse begins compressions;the tecn runs for the defibrillator;chaos.
A Cryptolinguist
Someone who identifies and analyzes foreign languages
Capable of saving many nations
A translator
Capable communicator
Dual degrees in foreign languages and computer engineering
Maybe I’m the monkey
And what I see is what I want to do
But there’s something about
Creating one world
And sharing it with another
That appeals to me.
Maybe it’s a visual thing
Teacher, teacher, taught me well,
just about the opposite of 'rich-as-hell'.
Teacher, teacher, is what I want to be,
my dream job, my soon-to-be.
Teacher, teacher, with lesson plans,
One Sunday morning, my perspective was changed.
My priorities needed to be rearranged.
Words of counsel echoed in my ears,
something I once heard from earlier years.
It was a typical day in class,
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.
If someone could believe
I could learn a new skill
Like playing in band,
And marching drill
Then why can't they see
I'm ready for this
Forensic science-y life.
Where the details matter
One job that
Would change my life
Would have to be something
Like a biomedical researcher.
Why a researcher?
Because, if anything,
I want to help others,
Nothing more, nothing less.
All I ever wanted was freedom, to be my own person
People have always asked me, "What do you want to do in the future?"
It's a question that has followed me and haunted me my whole life
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.
"A safe bet" They say
"Always in demand" I hear
"What a nice house you'll have" She mumbles, already in a daydream
But since when are the fun jobs safe?
Since when do rewards come to those who lust for them?
MedicineWhat job could satisfy me for years on end?While also challenging me and helping me ascend?A path I could happily devote my life towardsWhile benefitting me with intellectual rewards
Many jobs can change a life.
Teacher, doctor, husband, wife.
In many ways large or small,
A single role to benefit all.
The professional I aspire to be,
Has more or less chosen me.
My job ,
may change my life.
More importantly,
it will change yours.
What job I have,
will never matter.
What matters,
is who it helps.
What matters,
is the person it benefits.
Who can define success?
What does it truly mean?
Could it be something tangible that we can have?
Or is it considerably unattainable, obscure, and unseen?
How do I find this road to success,
I’m high
Higher than I’ve ever been before
But this time is different
No drugs for me
Not this time
I’m touching the stars
I’ve never been this close before
But this time is different
My dream job is to be a novelist,
And be on the New York Novel List.
My words will be read worldwide.
They’ll be everywhere. You cannot hide.
I?
I walk alone.
Itis 20013. A suuny year
Like a field of daisies.
Then, Then there it is....
The big bang .
Here is a Nazi
Scorning and cosming everything in HER path.
The job that can change a life-
is not meant to be looked forward to
They would always say-
This job is waiting for you
it wil change your life-
Don't tell them the truth
Your amygdala amuses me
Small or average?
easily indicating intentions
Feelings of remorse, and guilt evade you
can you imitate emotions
As easily as the average human releases them
My dream job is to become successful in the Business Administration Career. Yes I'm still 17 and I'm in my last year of high school. But I plan on looking for a similar job or volunteering work that will help me prepare for my career.
From the waves crashing on the shore, to the fish below and more,
The sharp teeth of a great white are surely to give off a big bite,
The cool breeze blowing through my hair, I can already picture me there,
One job may change my life.
I wish to last a lifetime.
One laugh.
One smile.
No tears.
No fears.
Every day they go by,
Sad and lonely,
They want to cry.
One thing I'm tasked to change
I'm to look at a world hurting
A world with people whose job it is to kill
A world where 1% make money they'll never use
From people enslaved by a system of freedom
I sat in class a brain ahead of me
It was dissection day and time to play
The teacher handed me the master key
I cut around matter that is grey
And discovered my new fascination
"You're going to be broke"
is what they all say
no money for a social worker now a days
don't follow your dream, don't help people out
because in the end you'll be left out
Sitting scowl-faced on the playground, a child aged nine:
“I hate it! I hate school! Don’t look so surprised-
The teacher’s lack passion, they don’t even care,
They always teach the lessons like we’re not even there.”
A dream job?
Am I supposed to have one?
Sure I've got a plan.
But is it a dream?
The plan is law school,
Whether I like it or not.
But I guess you could say,
That my dream is Broadway.
It is not about the money.
It is about what makes you happy.
The check is appealing.
But is the job base on your feeling?
Boring office job or exciting danger.
Simple life or adventure.
Thinking up a world that is all my own,
Sharing life stories of characters that live within my mind.
Bringing those worlds and characters to life,
For all to see on the big screen.
Since before I could talk,
I thought if I jumped,
I'd fly to the moon and dance among stars.
I thought if I jumped,
I'd soar above my parent's hopes for me.
I thought if I jumped,
The mind is my home
I live there
I wish I could escape
It haunts me
I overthink
I overstep
I over state
I underwhelm
I always fail
My expectations crash
My heartbeat slows
Torn between the two.
I have a friend who knows me inside and out,
and another friend who is still trying to figure me out.
What am I supposed to do?
The best friend who I love,
"OMG you too Ms. Imani?You see I... I thought I was the only"Thats what this young girl said to meas she glared at meno longer feeling lonely.
My goal in life is not to change my own
but to bring light to another's.
In time of need and suffering, I want to be there.
To put a smile on their face,
to ease what is uneasy... that is my life goal.
We all remember being kids.
We remember wanting to be a princess or a firefighter or the president.
And as we got older, those dreams became less and less realistic.
It’s not just one job; it is a future. Your future. My future. The future of the girl who sits in class with bright eyes that will eventually be dulled by the desk job she will be thrown into.
I want to help everybody,
I want to protect the nation.
To be a proud America,
behind the flag we call our own.
Prevent bloodshed,
the screams of the young.
I want to call the FBI my home,
You only get one life.
Like the last bite, inhale until full.
Breathe and release the changes.
The dream is always changing,
yet it stays the same.
To be a prima ballerina,
to be a surgeon,
a singer,
a broadway star.
To be a proffessional hurdler.
To be an astronuat.
Money and Fame, that's almost everyone's aim.
To be the best a what they do and find the perfect career to pursue.
However, my dreams are not the same.
Happiness is what I'd like to gain, for my goal to unfold.
Government. Power. Politics. Politician.
I could change our nation.
I could change the world.
My life would forever be changed.
People tell me it is impossible.
"Never. Gonna. Happen."
One Job
One day
two ways I say
Experience and Education are the ways
three things i must say to the people
who didnt believe,refuse to help,or just dont care
Get yourself an education.
Close your mind and close your eyes.
Pull out all your pens and paper.
Save your whos and whats and whys.
Schools'll suck your soul like candy.
Work
Work
W
O
R
K
That all you do,
But what about me?
We are the children of the world,
Can one job define us?
Can our hunger for success, fulfillment, and adventure be satisfied with just one job.
What if I told you yes!
Would you believe me?
Probably not! Am I right?
One job might change my life.
Fixing bones, frail or strong,
Healing hurts, mending pain.
And this is my life.
Throwing the ball,
Or running the race.
My honor to help you
You are well again.
My job would bring me forward
and around again tomorrow
Turning around corners
I hope that I can borrow
the minds of all your children
as I move around the globe
I hope to keep on building
My dream job will create unknown possibilities for babies, children and adults who never thought past their barrier.
Riding a bike, walking, running and playing will never just be a dream that will end when they open their eyes.
When it comes to life,
things don't always go
the way you want it.
Plans and goals are
written carefully,
yet misfortune occurs
and mess it all up.
Living to the fullest
Sometimes,
letting go seems necessary,
like I have no other choice
but to let my fears and problems-
swallow me whole.
Sometimes,
I'd look in the mirror
and study myself hard,
All of us are like flowers,
we start out real slow.
From a really small seed,
we learn things as we grow.
To be better than someone else
is our focus rather than the flow.
Everyone has their moment,
Life is a mystery
full of surprises
You'll never know
what's going to happen
so just live through it.
Count your days
count your blessings
count your mistakes
before your life
I once had a dream
about the perfect life;
Where people don't sin
and always forgive;
Sharing was tolerant
and kindness was shown;
That place is paradise
somewhere unknown;
You're as clear as glass
and the nastiest mess;
You have different personalities
and about thirty masks;
You guide others throug the dungeon
with nothing to see;
You're heart's darker than ebony
Today we write tomorrow; or it will write us in our sorrow
The future is not so very far away; the present is not here to stay
We know not where we will be; life is full of uncertainty
A gasp is ecoed within the crowd
He turns in time to see
A crash and clammer is heard aloud
I raise my painter's brush.
Sparkling orbs bearing a new and pure soul, untarnished by the learning of men, or the ideals of the world.
I stand on the edge of the abyss
Staring into the multitude of eyes and hushed excitement
Red ones spout criticism
"She's just a naive child with too big a nose"
Just like any other, I have secrets beneath my smilesA story untold that'll catch many by surprise
If I could have one job it would be to be a musician
I would put my skills to use
painting a picture with my voice
sending you off with my guitar
I would no longer be hidden without a voice
Dark black monsters coil around my brain
Whispering sentiments and dark thoughts,
Clouding my judgment while
Hushing my moral code.
My grades begin to slip
And my body begins to expand while
I’ve been told to give up and I’ve been told I would never succeed
And for a long time I would have agreed
Because the negativity inside my head would never go away
It was putting me down each and every day
Jobs are an ordinary source of life containing spectacles and life changing oppertunities
Jobs are intimate arrousing the state of mind to go straight foaward in a given point of time
jobs are appart of us
Some say to teach is to die but I say that's a lie.
whose to say children aren't precious? With their creativity in their hands and their imagination in their minds.
The sun rains in through the grimy blinds
But all you see is the future, a future you have planned for,
Thought of, strived for, fought for, will live for,
Yet something hold you back.
You had it all planned out.
The world needs,
People to work,
To learn and to teach,
To help each other,
That is what I want to do,
I want to work,
I want to learn,
I want to teach,
I want to help,
6am alarm goes off
Get up, get dressed, eat breakfast.
Into work by 7
Always the first one in
Unlock the office get ready to start the day
Roses are more beautiful on the other side,
More full of petals,
But dreams only take Me so far.
Hard work will take Me farther.
They use to say that I could never be anything,
I was made from love
To be loved and to love.
I was made to serve
Not to serve the ones who have everything under control
But the ones who can’t help themselves
The ones who lost hope
All of a sudden you’re hit
You think of an idea with wit
Stare at the screen
Don’t make a scene
But silently say “Yes, that’s it!”
You write and act and edit
You upload and then wait a bit
At fifteen years old I jumped in the car.
I was sweaty and covered in bruises.
My scraped hands and knees had bled over my
tired arms and legs
but I had never been happier.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
As I press the needle into the skin,
I am reminded of what could have been.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
"Good Morning, Ms. Mai Xee",
everyday as the students walk in.
Bright little smiles,
maybe missing a few teeth.
Sitting in their seats and eager to learn.
Pulling out their crayons,
You listen and you learn
and you search and you earn
your right to gain what you didn't have before.
If understanding your mind is what it takes
to be safe and sound
I'll do it.
Change is badly needed
The televisions spread lies
Everyday, violence repeated
As another innocent victim dies
There is no reason
To settle for what we do
It seems every change of season
My life
Ever changing
Never still
So Sad
Always happy
Why can't it be like before
move on...
Stay Strong...Steady
Healing Hands
By Keila Buthman
Knit one, knit two, purl one, purl two…
Knit one, knit two, purl one, purl two…
I watch my television show as my fingers
Exhausted
Working forty hour weeks
At a job you don’t belong
Nobody appreciative of your efforts
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
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
We all have that one goal in life
That one job we’ve dreamed about all our lives since we were little
Whether it was to become a princess like Cinderella
To be the firefighter that saves the day
Who grows up like their parents expect
Now-a-days?
Divorce when I was three
Marriage when I was four
Divorce when I was eight.
Maybe I didn’t grow up in the slums
Bad as it could be
As a bisexual young woman my voice is often unheard, lost in all the chaos in a
Expanding our knowledge
Day after day
Questons of the youth arise
"why am I here?"
"I swear I heard this last year."
Repetion begins and creativitiy fades
"I want to be more than him
The purpose of lifeIs to have purpose in lifeYour purpose is your passionOr maybe passion is your purpose,Either way, it starts and ends withService.Dad told me to find a way
We have been taught to change the world,
But mostly the world spins on and continues to change us.
I know things can be different for me,
They have to be.
I refuse to be a part of the same old routine,
She comes to meNot only listening, but living what I speak.
She steps up to the plate.She swings.She succeeds.
The creditall given to her,but she thanks me.
People look at warzones
Like they have just seen Lucifer
Descend from the sky
Blood
Enemies
And brutality
Scattering amongst each footstep he takes
Leaving in a tornado of disaster
Put this on.
No No try this.
You'll look more presentable they say.
I was born in a world to stand out,
But no one accepts you unless you fit in.
These shoes you try to fit me in
just dont fit Me.
It’s lyrical almost
The way the lines meld together
In perfect synchronization
There’s splendor in these works
Absolute candid magnificence
There’s precision in these angles
Bringing the past to the future
Learning how our ancestors lived
preserving ancient knowledge
for future generations to see
A historian is what I would be
Completing a timeline of Earth's history
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.
My brain is hard wired to fear as it is to everyone.
Make a decision,
Make a decision,
My brain is saying to me.
One job change can change one's life.
What if I could earn my degree in college?
What if I could go to Japan?
What if I could get paid to edit manga?
Or what if I'm turned down?
What if they say nay,
what if, what if, WHAT IF?!
Everyone wishes for something,
like those who dream to sing.
And it is my wish to capture
the pure moments of rapture,
of faces rarely seen.
There are so many in this world,
If I could have one job, it would be to show the world
how to use their education to turn straw into gold.
I would teach children how count on their fingers and their toes.
I would tell them why the firefly glows.
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
I like talking to people
And seeing their reactions
Seeing their faces
Imaginaing the places
They have been.
I like talking to people
And undestanding them
Seeing their lives
You have a million things crossing your mind.time, money, bills, and schooling.So many things that you have to keep track of.As soon as you lose grip you're losing sight of.
We enter this world ready to learn and grow,
Each of us vulnerable to information we do not yet know.
While some are blessed with strong bonds and foundations from the start,
Forever sounds good
Lose you, I not sure I could
They say distance breaks everything
But I still love you
I'm through with them
There's nothing they can say
to push me down
Money growing from a tree
everything in the world is free
not a worry on my mind
and everyone is kind
I can be anything I wish to be
because in dreams everything is free
then my eyelids slowly open
Laying down at 3 am,
In the darkness of the night
I feel an irresistable urge
To write and write and write.
Something more practical
Is what I had in mind
Spider, Blood-Sucker no more
Webs, infinite connections, brushed away
Fields, Lines, in the sky,
Bearing down on Highways
I need Fields and Lines too
These ones though,
Cannot Feel them
To inspire, to write, to live
my dream as a writer could only begin
Fiction, goth, romance, mystery
what to choose, what to do
To be a writer is to insipre
to inspire is to live
My dream as a writer
What if I became a philosopher?
Would it change me and open my mind?
Will it teach me more than I have learned in high school?
I long to understand the minds of many popular people
when the credits roll
on the movie screen
i'll spot my name
"that's me," i'll whisper proudly to the stranger beside me
"that's me."
The few kind souls that reside
Are those whom are thrown aside
Grouped and slaughtered by the masses
To change my life I must change the world
That is not as impossible as it seems
Changing the world is making one person smile
It is making one highway cleaner
One job can shift me into a better being
helping the blind see or give a nerveless woman feeling
Young girl first dreams of being
A stereotypical dream to be a princess
Like in those magical not realistic fairytales
To sit pretty in a fancy dress, to wait for the elusive Prince Charming
Simplicity, smiles, that's all I ask. I want to help, heal, and hopefully receive all the love I put in the world. A doctor? Lawyer? Nurse? Psychologist? Who knows.
I only want one job in this life,
It's the only goal I have set with my mind.
To help others in hard times,
To save a sad man's wife.
I have to be a doctor, with all of my heart.
Study more, try harder
They say.
What for?
A future as bleak as the present.
Only work, no play
They say.
What for?
There will be plenty of time for work later on.
A good job, a good pay
I stare at my wrists
Blood dripping red
Trying to drive
the demons from my head
Do I jump
Do I stand
On edge waiting
With a blade in my hand
I want to live
I stare at my wrists
Blood dripping red
Trying to drive
the demons from my head
Do I jump
Do I stand
On edge waiting
With a blade in my hand
I want to live
Have you ever felt so wired to do something? Seamless.That's how I feel with Youth Ministry. A Calling so seamless that it's like it was a part of me my whole life, just waiting for me to discover it. My Calling. My life. My minsitry.
How many steps will it take for me to get there?
How many hours in a day, a week, will I waste?
A path full of competitors and deceivers
All trying to get to the same place
My future was unclearA dream with no nameIt began to draw nearStill now it remainsThough once unseen
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 close my eyes and what do I see?
I see myself just looking at me
I am full of regret and sadness too
on what could have been, had I not listened to you
motivation is Key
if you wish to succeed
Wake up pumped
to achieve that one job
more than job
its a career that keeps
you smiling even when
To live and to dream
to go far and beyond
to live the dream
is only a fond
The extra mile
is all I need
to make others smile
in their time of need
To change my life
Growing up, we were asked to choose
Doctor, Lawyer, and Princess too.
There was only one job that I
Ever thought could change my life
And still be enough.
Reading, writing, critical thinking.
My dream job would be
Full of smiles
Simple organized files
Neatly printed papers about successful living lives.
Where in the paper tells
How they overcame their spells
On how reality was so sad
I'm not passionate.
I'm not frenzied.
I am Dedicated.
For all those who say they are passioante,
they don't truly know what it means to be dedicated.
It’s not about the fame,
It’s not about the money,
Well maybe just enough so I don’t go hungry.
It’s about making a game,
It’s about making a story,
Using every subject that’s in my inventory
“Hey Ella! Nice to meet you! Where are you from, what do you do?”
Where is easy. What is hard.
What do I do?
I hold her hand when she says “Ella my stomach hurts”
She’s 14, and she’s four months
Just one job may change my life,
Something to satisfy my future wife.
What job would it be?
Take one step closer, and you will see...
To be an Anesthesiologist would change it all,
I find it hard to describe my dependency,I sit here in wait for infinity.This server's grown old, and alas it's time to saygoodbye, farewell, see you soon, my friend.Your zeroes and ones have been so strong
It doesn't have to pay
It is rewarding on its own
It doesn't have to be fantastic
It is just enough to work
It doesn't have to make me rich
Last night the phone rang for not the first time,
So many innocent children apart of the same crime.
Most think that they don’t know, or just won’t understand,
''Bienvenue à Paris"
"Welcome to Paris"
The three words a girl wants to hear.
Longing to walk on the streets of Paris.
Dreading the pacing of reality.
All clear!Count to threeI'll pull, you just push for meAnd she will push and there will be painBut she will push some more in her daughter's nameAnd I'll be there to catch that soft cotton candy pink child
The world is divided between haves and have nots
Some are blessed with electricity, entertainment ,and energy
others blessed with malnurishment, murder , and minimal possesions
Told no as a child
That is TOO much
That goal TOO high
Who does she think she is?
I have heard it all
But all i wanted was to prove them wrong
When they'd say no
I'd say yes
Parents do not work, they love what they do
the weight of finding a career on my shoulders.
I would hate to disappoint them,
so i reach out to business owners wanting to make some money.
Teaching new students’Telling us about everythingTransforming the world
Enriching our livesEducating our futureExpanding our minds
As a child who loved to readI grew up with stories all around me.Stories of courage, of adventure,of little girls who weren't afraid to dream. Those stories shaped me into who I am,
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.
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;
I want to prepare entrées
from the extravagent porc à la poire,
to the simple pâtes avec pain à l'ail;
to see your expression
when you take that that first bite
When you start off young you see yourselfan astronaut among the starsor driving in all the fancy cars. You never know what mess you’ll get in
Life changes in the blink of an eye
One day you're here
The next you're there
So what if that all changed
What if your dream came true?
The dream of owning a store
A dream is far from a physical state, a goal remains beyond our reach for so long.
Through creativity and complexity great things come.
People live for eachother, weak or strong.
My mother asks why I'd want to be an actor.
I don't want, I need.
Need - Feel - Crave - Must
The profession you choose will change your life
But making a decision can cause a great deal of strife
A licensed clinical social worker, is what I want to be
Unfortunately, my education won’t come close to free
Wide spread effects,
Helping the masses.
Novel and innovative--
how does she do it?
How did someone not
think of this sooner?
The interconnected, endless
Adventure is out there
I'm deternined to find it, experieve it
Whatever I do, whatever may come
I'll make it all an adventure
From brushing my teeth
To going to class and one day, work
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
The sky turns blue from darkness to light,
Ushering in a bright new day
An overload of information
Attempting to cross our ways
Every day we struggle to make sense of what we see
Living life
My main job
I'm an actress
Playing the part I'm given
A part time counsleor
Giving advice or a shoulder to cry on
A cook
Making myself dinner while avoiding starting a fire
I've always been a dreamer.
i've always wanted things that were just too far out of my reach.
Yesterday, I wanted to be a singer on Broadway's bright stages.
I still do, and I always will.
Looking toward the future is easy
Deciding what to do to reach your goals is hard
Throughout our lives our parents make our choices
College we reign free
My world spins on its axes
Ah, the children!
Beautiful, adorable, cheerful
From the moment of birth
To their late teens.
Who could ask for a better job?
Helping them stay healthy
and being at their side
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.
The years past way faster than I thought,
I am almost an adult and childhood I fought.
Now I search for who I will be,
Stiving for my dream job you see.
A nurse who flies way up high,
The trees wave their greetings,Birds chirp to tell a joke,The breeze embraces me closely,And in these things, I see God.Mountains tower and water surges,Flowers peek through the concrete that crushes,
To have any job I desired
Would be quite a miracle.
Toiling day in, day out
But enjoying it- that is the key.
Although I have not always had the most pleasant
Experiences at the dentist,
Add some
glitter
to that dress
It’s as boring as a plum
In the light it should flicker
Just say yes
Electrical Engineering is my dream job.
I'd make the world light up.
The electricity, the energy, would pulse through me.
My work would be seen from space--without a close-up.
Ever since I was a child,
I've been dancing day and night
Regardless of injury, no matter the circumstance,
Dancing has been my flight.
Now, I am older
And I see everything in a different way than before
to witness the life.
to cross harsh borders
and hear the people sing.
of pain at death,
of joy at birth.
to hear scratchy voices.
to breathe in the community
and the inborn harmony.
My entire life I’ve known what I wanted to be
A future in medicine fills my heart with glee
She was a worker from Primerica
The best company in America
Studies her way out to be a doctor
By the watchful eye of her brother, the protector
Ever since I was a child
Excavating rocks in the backyard
I knew I wanted to be like Indiana Jones
Like Lara Croft and most of all
Like Evelyn Carnahan from The Mummy.
I wanted to understand the world
Dreams; though they fly vicariously through my mind and soul daily..
Only one resides like residue deep within me..
It quickens me, and beckons me..
Because that need falls heavily.. Oh so, heavenly
There's two people staring back at me,
a reflection;
a nightmare.
The difference between the one in the mirror,
the one I want to be,
is that, unlike the one in my nightmare,
My dream job would be to own a philanthropic missionary comapny. I would love to be the CEO of a world wide company that builds houses, shares the gospel, and feeds and clothes the poor.
I strive and strive to reach the top.
Never ever thinking to stop.
All I hear is “Go harder, Keep pushing!” and “Be number 1!”
But what if number 2 is all I got?
They claim words don’t hurt,
Writing a song, play, or movie
is nothing compred to a well written story.
Words on a page mean nothing at all
if your heart is not going through it all.
A part of me I wil never replace
I am a young child.
I am in school surrounded by peers.
I am asked what I want to become.
I am starting to dream about careers.
I am a young teen.
English is my thing. I love it.
So I think I'll be an English teacher.
I think I understand the purpose of English enough
to let it pull me in.
Literature is about empathy,
There comes a point in every young child’s life
When they hear the famous speech “I Had A Dream”
There comes a point in every young child’s life
When they want to become an astronaut or a princess
I dream to be a walking library
filled with facts and stories
of our past generations.
To teach fellow humans
Ideas fly through our heads every day
Big ideas
Little ideas
It doesn't matter
they're always there
I was given the talent to make sense of my own ideas
I want to make a difference
To promote life
help others go the distance.
With professional experience
My existence
will have significance
This is not my dream job
but i do it to make this world better
no more crying please don't sob
i do it for the people
not just for the united states i do it for the world
When there is nothing left of us, the people, what will we have? Most often times we thrive to own materialistic items, things of which do not and will not matter in 10 years from now.
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
The one thing that everyone loves,
Are the strings of chords that create a buzz.
Long gigs create late nights,
But I'll keep going with all my might.
Excelling each instrument may be hard,
My musical talent never was up to par
All the other kids in the class could strum their guitar
It's too bad my Dedication and Sophistication wouldn't cut it ,
they say I need the Education
I say make it so that we can get it
Time passes by
Each hour becomes a year
I want to be inspiring
But working is tiring
I want to be appreciated
I want to feel deviated
Movies have always captured my attention,
I will stay up late and watch many.
The next day I fall asleep and go to detention.
In my confinement time I dream about not being involved with just one movie, but maybe twenty!
"I'm here."
"I can understand."
"Don't worry."
"Take my hand."
I want to be the light,
to scatter away the dark.
The voice of reason,
the first hopeful spark.
to help.
all i ever wanted was to help, when i was a child
to be.
strong, the one to make my family proud
to win.
even when it was prideful or greedy, i wanted
to succeed.
To fix the wounds of the flesh,
and those of the mind.
This is the type of job,
that I will try to find.
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.
My occupation may not only change my life
Is my field of study really worth the price?
It can not only affect my life but so many more
It can potentially change a circumstance I’ve already endured.
J ust because I want to be a biblical example of a wife & mother doesn't mean I want no
I always loved to help.
So when I woke up for work,
At four in the morning,
And got socks from my sister's room,
I wondered why she didn't ask to talk,
Before taking 3 bottles of prozac and pills.
A High School StudentBeing so super fluentWorking on that Notepad ++Typing up some C ++Working hard in a teamMaking Apps in a gleamDebugging and testingLook at this time im wasting
When I ponder over life and death
Or contemplate adventure with bated breath
I can’t help but be drawn to a quiet nook
Where I can pour my heart into a beloved book
Look around at the gleaming eyes. Of the students preparing themselves for the teachers lies.
An individual that takes pride in their versatility.
An athlete that has passion in more than just the sport.
A student that continues to grow.
A person that does not see limits.
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
After college I’ll have the tools,To be who I want to be.If I were to have one job,It’d include counseling psychology.
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,
My dream job is to provide and direct a program that prevents bullying
Hurting someone doesn’t bring you joy
It brings any bully power that they need
When I first set my eyes on an animal.I KNEW.
When I first touched one. I KNEW
When I first spoke the words out my mouth. I KNEW.
When I first wrote. I KNEW.
When the question was asked to me. I knew.
Do I conform and surrender to fear, to society, and contemporary standards
And lock my dreams away the wooden box of fantasies?
I've always dreamt of touching fragile souls with a graceful stroke of my bow
My dream job is rather simply put. I want to become a video game programmer one day. It's not that big a deal to most, but to me, it's the only way. I love computers and I love video games.
Trap in the black, warp in the dark.
A world bathed in gray and black, its tearing me apart.
My mind is concealed afraid to reveal.
Inside me all, my difference is what I seal.
I was raised a dreamer, therefore I dream
I was raised to be myself and so this is me
I live with aspirations in hopes that I will be the person I dreamed, as child me.
One day.
It comes second nature
Rushing into the flame
Sprinting in fact
Full speed to make sure everything is intact
The yearning in my heart screams be educated, but I must educate
Live but I must teach how to live
Obtain but I must teach how to give
Never look down but uplift.
Words invade the empty space in my mindFlow through my veinsAnd formulate through my pencilThey live deep within meRevealing my emotions
To dream or not to dream, that is the question?
I’ve heard the question, what do you do with a broken car
that you have spent so much money and time on
when it simply just does not work?
One job may change my life.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
My pen clicks back into its safe plastic shell.
I am jealous.
How easy it would be to live this life in a shell.
I dream of a life,
Where I can help the helpless,
I dream of a life,
Where I can save the precious,
Where a gun in my hand,
I want to
Taste the moon
See the stars
Discover the planets
Near and far.
To be beyond
From what I am now,
Is the dream
Above my clouds.
Hear the seagulls,
High and low,
They are mans best friend but sometimes man becomes its worst enemy. They shiver and huddle in the corner of a kennel. Afraid for their lives. They have no clue what they have done to deserve such punishment. Why can man just be gentle?
It is amazing how one thing so small can change your life
Something that comes out of no where or slowly develops over time.
Just one job could change everything for me
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
As the violent winter wind whips my chapped lips,
I can’t help but smile;
mouth cracking at the seams
at the sight of Pike Street
glittering in its unearthly way in the December evening.
With paper like my holy grail/
Fingers that mean savior/
I write my path/
Words that are footprints padding against even the harshest of hearts/
They can change your mind/
Money isnt important
its not about the work-load
its about enjoying life and inspriring others
saving children from themselfves, parents and those pre-teen twelves
because music is my passion
Floating through,
Like a dream,
Who is there to hear you scream?
Alone at last,
Peace was found,
Let alone you might have drowned.
Body bags tight,
Weapons concealed,
Like a bird I'll fly free,
I'll stop at a tree,
I won't stay too long,
I'll have to move on.
In a spring forest I know I should not be,
Where beautiful flowers bloom,
You don't have to be a president, CEO or master leader
To change the world. To change the world, you only need
a small intention,
a good heart,
and a fierce passion of contribution.
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,
As work goes by, and while I try
There's one question that they ask:
"Tanner, congrats on getting in! Now what's your goal or task?"
"Well there's one problem," I say to them, "It's actually quite funny."
A single moment...
One simple thing
could be what turns out
to redefine me.
I may not know when it happens,
So must choose for the wise
in all of my choices
throughout my life.
My care for people
Will never cease to exist.
My sense of patience
Will complete me until the day I die.
Children have my heart,
Every one of them.
The sweet and innocent,
There once was a man who was bound to the ground, a man who was tied to the Earth. But one day he sighed as he looked to the sky and wished he could fly like a bird.
To save people
Dying people
Hurt people
Sick people
Insane, crazy, demented people
but still people people.
My purpose in life
is to help.
They sleep on the dirt while you sleep in a bed
They walk miles for dirty water while you take a step for clean hydration
They use a hole while you have the pleasure of indoor plumbing
My once white skin now a dark tan
10 years old and already working with my hands
My mother and father didn’t come from much but we got by with what we had
A job
Enough to eat and get by on these rags I call clothes
Children should not be so sick so young.
As human beings we try so hard to keep them safe.
Nothing will stop us from trying to find the cure.
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.
My one goal in life is to be a writer
someone nice and peaceful, not a fitgher.
I don't care if I have to write in a cellar
just as long as one day, I'm a best seller.
People don't even have to know my name,
The ivory keys let out a sorrowful narration as I caress them through another Nocturne.
A woman can't be an astronaut;
or so I've been told;
Women should watch the house;
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!
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.
I walk in.
Adrenaline, excitement, panic, and love crash into me all at once.
I look up.
Hundreds of lights, thousands of colors, and endless possibilities hang above me.
I look out.
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.
Jumping over the obstacle and breaking through,
No one is going to tell me what I can and cannot do.
I've got my shoes laced up and headphones in,
The beat of the music telling me the power comes from within.
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
To be a successful photographer is every artists dream
To have your own subjects and a little camera team
To make big bucks doing what you love
To be able to look up at the sky and thank the lord above
One job.
One life.
To change.
To inspire.
A spoken word.
A musical addition.
An artisitc eye.
The definition of what I may become.
Advertisement.
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,
The money is green, but theft is obscene!
We stop the theft, before they have left.
We put them behind bars, before they steal out parts for cars.
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
A Poem, A Multitude of letters
Hoping to gain the attention of local trend setters
Trying to find were you belong
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,
Since the age of two,
I knew what I wanted to do,
For I knew I was going to change the planet,
I knew I was going to have to nail it,
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
Serving the peopleMaking sure the streets are safeProtecting everyone around youNYPDGrowing up how I did, I got a lot of protection
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,
One job can change my life
One job will help me live
One job together in the sea
One job for all to see
One job to study it all
One job to answer the marine call
One job where I'm at rest
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
Thousands of us sprout out of editing software and Iphone cameras every year
Every Year with aspirations of L.A. back lots and walls lined with Oscars
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.
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
Studying to be a Medical Assistant,
I try to be persistent,
As I strive for this position,
I am going through this condition.
Though this tumor will not stop me,
Many people will disagree,
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
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
If I could change one thing-
It'd be your life.
It'd be the hopelessness you feel in the morning.
My dream is to be a chef.
Is to design things out of food.
Things advanced and ancient.
Things spicy and bold.
My dream is to be a chef.
Six.
Sitting in the living room
Staring
Powerless
My sister, upset
Lacking
I want to comfort
To help her
To fix her
Twenty two.
Waiting at the hospital
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.
Everyone will argue their favorite sport,
whether it’s on a field or on a court.
It’s the umpire yelling "Strike three!"
or the crowd rumbling when there's a penalty.
They all have something in common though,
Years ago I was diagnosed with severe artism, and that's not a misspelling.
For as long as I can remember, art and poetry would start my soul welling
Up with a compelling desire to pour its confusing contents before my eyes.
Deep in my mind
Imagination was born,
Constricted in bind
My imagination had torn.
The walls that had lied,
That constricted my life
Are no longer alive.
Now that I'm free
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
My dream is to design
Design under the lights of New York City
Fast paced New Yorkers and their fashionable taste alive
A busy city girl you say? Maybe even a Gossip Girl?
Perhaps so
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
According to statistics I never had the chance to make it out of my city.
There was no way to break the cycle of poverty.
Everyday the days got darker and I started growing up.
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
This is the moment I've been working for my entire life.
As I perfect my makeup and wrap my hair into a tight bun I look into the mirror and smile.
I am ready.
Lacing up my skates, nice and tight.
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
Don’t ask me what I want to be
I probably won’t answer
I have been conditioned to reply
A simple “I don’t know”
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
People think
It's for the money,
It's for the fame,
It's for the TV shows,
Concerts,
Screaming fans.
But that's not it.
Being a musician is worth much more
What is it that inspires me?
What is it that I want?
What is it that I'm willing to highly regard?
What would be more wonderful than doing such thing?
To help some of nature's incredible offspring!
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
A smile is worth a million words.
Yet, you can not see behind hers.
Through all the anguish and despair,
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!
From ashes to riches we all desire to riseThe American Dream surely will save us from our demiseBut keep in mind your mind: use your head and handsBecause from dream to action can become your plans.
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.
One job.
One path.
No money.
"You will get a job."
"There is no money in teaching."
"You will be great!"
"I would never have the patience to work in Special Education."
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
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,
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.
The field blossomed and grew.
As its spring began anew.
Twice it had bloomed and died,
But the third time it thrived!
No longer a minor player due to missing tools
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.
You only live once,
So follow your heart.
Live life, do you
Selfishness to impart.
A life lived fully for 80 short years,
A wasted life and righfully brought tears.
A flash of inspiration
You see it, and it's gone;
Within you forever
You never forget.
It could be years
Before you know what it means.
Then it comes again;
Stronger than before.
I don’t know whether to laugh or scream,
This fall I’ll be moving into a dream.
Studying just what I want, where I want to be.
People say that being a critic is not enough,
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
The chance was given to me
when I first opened my eyes and blinked,
when I breathed my first breathe,
and cried my first years.
The chance was given to me
when I spoke my first word,
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
we fight
chilrdren fight for attention
teens fight for recognition
adults fight for establishment
i have faught
i have faught for rank
i have faught for acknolwdgement
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.
In my pocket, there is a jingle,
The copper I pinch;
Education is my out
to change.
Here I have a family.
Here we have heart.
"But it's just a grocery store."
or so they say.
Here I have a chance.
Here we have opportunity.
"Well don't you want to do something else?"
hands.
a body at rest.
fire cracks through tiny rivers, but
it is divine inspiration; sparks flying
into the cradle of ideas.
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,
I am graduating high school & i don't have a dream job
But I am filled with dreams that can take me to the top
Religion is your belief,
You're taught,
You're strife,
You're distraught,
Your life,
Your thought,
Who's right?
Under the microscope is a tiny city.
Billions of pieces of DNA.
I am analyzing there existence.
They are preparing themselves for there next task.
To serve as the evidence that will put the bad guy away.
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
Fresh lungs take their first breath of air
The mother’s joyous cries fills the room with flair
Years are constantly passing by quicker than a fox
The blonde blue eyed girl feels trapped in a box
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.
How did I decide what I wanted to be when I grew up?
That was hard.
It started with the nonesense like an astraunaut, a circus clown.
If there was "one job that may change my life" what would it be? let us see what I could be.
Life always so mysterious
Time leaves me so delirious.
And the truth is as I type, there is just too much left to write
I am filled with so much fright, at the thought of life not done right
What do you dream of doing for your job,
What do you wish you could do,
No matter what the circumstances are.
She was 6 and still couldnt speak
She was 8 and still couldnt utter
Any words, any phrases
She was me
All confidece gone
It hit me not long
To change the lives
The inscure minds
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
Heart beats rapidly,
This is my chance to prove myself.
My chance to help people,
To put away those that have cause calamity.
My chance to help send the wicked to their cell,
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.
"What will you be when you grow up? ""I don't know, maybe I will write a book."She smiles and I can hear laughter in her voice as she answers,"Ok sweetheart. Now, it't time for a nap."
I loved deeply once, and only till this daydo I realize that my heart will never be the sameI trusted her with my lifeand she took it all awayhow dare I ever love,because love.... love always fades.
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.
A job is not something you do just for money.
A job is fufilling and sweet like honey.
A job should be something you enjoy and love.
A job should be something that makes you rise above.
The sky's painted a contrasting shade of blues and purples
Even red sneaks in for sunrises and sunsets
Yellow brightens
Green isn't included
Should it be?
People are contrasting shades
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.
A scared little girl picked up a tattered old text
She fell in love with the tiny black characters on the cream colored pages
She found herself in every page and then on to the next
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,
the sun sining on my face
hot breakfast in the morning
laughing with a friend
looking up at the stars
find happiness in small things
the small things are actully the big things
Just one job could save my life.
My mom, she doesnt have a job,
Sure, she's a good housewife,
but she doesn't get paid, she would never make it on her own.
My dad, yeah, he's got a job,
My dream job is serving in the U.S Military to preserve the freedoms that we so easily take for granted in this great country.
I watched my first episode of CSI when I was four years old
Since then I’ve wanted to fill their shoes; since then I have been sold.
The Forensic Science and Law program at Duquesne, has exactly what I need
To tell a simple is something that could come so easily. You hear the words and they flow and paint a picture in your mind. As the words dance in your brain, you can come up with so many unique ideas as to how to story looks.
Bright lights shining in my face
A face that is not disgraced
A face looking into the face of the camera
That will lead me to a new fate
No politics or sob stories
Sports and only sports all day every day
The dream I seek is within my reach,
You see, my goal is to teach.
I will not be one to introduce strenuous science or complicated math,
Rather, I will take the English path.
Hawthorne, Dickens, and Salinger
I just want people to be happy. Don't worry about me.
Perhaps this midset is the reason why I have low self-esteem.
But it's time to start thinking about myself, the future is near.
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,
My mind belongs to movies. Being behind the camera is where I want to be for all blockbuster movies. Dreaming of filming in Hollywood.
"Hello Ms. Perkins"
"Why, hello, Tom"
"Hey, can you determine--"
"Sorry I'm on the run"
"To where, are you going?"
"Somewhere to help someone"
"Is it China for exploring?"
Photos seen world wide
Having fun near dugouts, sidelines, bleachers
Outdoors, indoors, rain or shine
Taking snapshots that look so sick
Our cameras focused on that one
Dream. This is all about me?Yeess! Can you not seethat I have been waiting, waitingfor the job that tells me I can sing.
Papery skeletons of age-old trees
moldering in bindings wrinkled well,
just keep swimming
just keep swimming
swimming
swimming
swimming
marlin and dory
two idealized fish from the sea
from one of the most popular animated films
this world has ever seen
To see a child smile,
To witness knowledge gained,
To know that all the while,
I will never be ashamed,
To call these children my students,
Their minds an endless place,
Words are the ammunition for the wars we encounter in our lives.
But what happens when someone has no voice, no way of standing up for themself?
3 months of my life
I don't remember
Nuerons dying
Brain bruised
When I woke up from the sudden sleep
I had no answers
The Doctors who have dedicated their
entire
Dreams,
big or
small let it
wander beyond
expectations and
conquer upcoming fears.
My dreams, please grant me with one
simple wish: make me a teacher,
To know that someone who used to love you with all their heart and all their being and now they don't.
To know that you were once pretty much their whole world and to know now you're not.
one job to get where I want to be
have no worries, I can be free
one job will get you out of debt
noone will make any threat
one job to see someones face brighten
One job can change your entire life. We all have a "dream job", or maybe just something we want to do without geting paid.
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”
You see, since I was little it was my dream.
To you silly is what it may seem.
To take a child and make them beam,
While I teach them how to dream.
I'd finish college and in a school teach.
Lying here on the bed sorting through offers from the world, I imagine what life will be in the future.
Look
Look at her mouth
At the thoughts that once filled that mind
The after math of a death too early
After all someone has to be the one to examine the bodies
All I want
I need
Maybe it’s just me
But what I want to be
Is something quite unheard of
I would like to be a cat
There’s not much better than that
But that isn’t the part that’s strange
I've watched countless EDM (electric dance music) festivals on YouTube and each time, I feel my adrenaline uncontrollably pumping. I feel like an excited child waiting for the ice cream truck to make it up the street.
Sick. Sick was what I always was.
What I felt. What I was labeled as. My indentity.
So my body was sick? Sick wasn't my state of mind.
My mind was never more alive. Alive with passion.
It seems to always be just out of reach
This dream that I've always had
One that is attached to my brain like a leech
Not just some new fad
I want to be able to make a difference
In someone else's life
