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My words, Made to be heard, Cannot be overlooked. Poetry puts them in a style. My words!
Here is inland pride, And given bonks on the head, What is important?
When you’re young, people always ask you,“What do you want to be when you grow up?”And now that I’m growing, my answer has changed,I don’t want to be a chef or a singer or an actor.
For once, I have never felt so desperate judging myself for what I am destined to be. Most don't find themselves until it is no longer expected from them. I am afraid to wait too long.
Trust is like a piece of glass Shiny and new with class May be fragile And could cause a battle Once Cracked, It can never again be exact
When missing I scurry, when crying I worry. The only thing I desire, something worth more than an empire. The one and only one who gave birth to me.
Greedy they all are, in none I trust Salvation gone So it seemed The darkness runs It runs away from the worlds I create
The world can often feel like heavy hands around our necks, closing fast.
It shines so brightlyupon your near perfect skinfor once, I am home.
Let your fingers explore the wonderful crevices of the globe, sitting aside pen holders, paper cups, things made of the earth. Your fingertips smile at the notion that they can “see”
I am an artist.Some people would say that 'artist'is synonymous with 'creator'--I am not a creatOR,I create AND keep on creating.
Sunset settles on the east As the sky darkens Stars twinkle While tine slows downs Owls awaken Yet, birds fly south Heart beats And I stay still waiting waiting waiting
Do not show jealousy in the light of a mischievous mirror For that same mirror will glare back at you in madness.
You can buy alarms, locks, and keys,
Money doesn't grow on trees. But is what your paying for really worth it? College is a very important step to take but why is is costing so much? Money doesn't grow on trees. College is important.
There's billions of people in this world Each one of us was birthed from a warrior. No man could go through what women go through ,
The students Walk down the hallway And toss the Vagrant's gold On the ground Meanwhile The man leans On his broom And eyes humanity With a sordid look
Yep, that’s the thing When we finish elementary school, middle school, high school We have to just get ourselves into college We take one thing with us to college It’s not our friends we meet nor the mountains of debt, it’s the Education we attain
You are important, because you are one of a kind, There is no replica or clone, just you. Without you, people, nations, worlds, would be lost. From that day you were born to the day you die,
True love shines as bright as a star,but friendship exceeded celestial expectations. At any moment a star can burn out, but the entirety of the solar system is larger than that one star, yet, less valued.
Writing is fun Writing is free Writing can be done by you or me. I can do it You can do it Anyone can, just stop and sit. Take a moment To express your thoughts
To college I am going, to get my Bachelor’s degree. I want to be a teacher. It’s something I’ve always wanted to be. My classes require I practice the assignments, I might someday assign to my students.
This is the story of a divided nation. In a time when industrial revolution, bondage and hierarchy was the norm. 1862 the war begun 1863 the war renew 1869 the slaves set free 1864 no war no more
Dreaming, wondering Believing. The Girl who was always Believing That anything could happen. That you could fall in love with anyone. She always urged me to stand out, to Believe