onejobmaychangemylife
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I have come to realize
that it's hader than what it seems.
A dream job, your dream job.
All my life you sang me one song,
Education.
To go to college
And gain exceeding knowledge,
That I would need to succeed,
Now you say
That I may have to stay?
For you cannot pay
I am sorry.
i am sorry for shredding you to pieces when you deserved to be cherished.
i'm sorry for the six years of abuse i put you through and thought that you deserved.
Actor, business man, football player, teacher-
dream jobs, dream goals,
different forms, different roles,
mind and heart, brain and matter
to each their own,
in my dream i save the world-
I live in a world where passion lies deep and no one is willing to dig.
Pass me my shovel piling sweat and tears,
I will dig for not only your souls, but mine.
I love you, and passion will be restored.
I am wild. I am spectacular. I am wildly passionate. I am jealous. I am human. I do dumb things. I make a fool of myself. I have a wondering and imaginative mind, I only see the good in people and I'm infatuated with the idea of love.
Two hands grew five flared fingers, no longer scared.
Fear not lingers in my beating heart, perplexed,
Prepared.
Bice and fore outstretched and flexed
I'm edgy for my start
One job could save my life
Make me live or make me die
Make me happy or make me cry
One job could save my life
Thinking your life is right on track,
Then a sharp turn sends you spinning off course
Slowly and steadily you move back to where you left off
As things get back into place,
You decide to take e a short cut.
Excruciating Love
Never have I encountered such a plight
In which my heart contradicts its morals.
Her skin is dun, while mine is fairly light
One job may change my life you see,
From streets, to office desk, or sea.
There are passions, there are hobbies,
Jobs as front desk clerks in lobbies.
We work so we may live our lives,
Don't tell me you love me
Don't you dare whisper that in my ear
I will not fall for it
I will not listen
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
I am the inspiration in a writer’s colorful, exotic, painting.
I am the warmth in a fuzzy pair of winter mittens.
I am the bright segment of colors in a dull room.
It was a job for most
They were run down, tired, overworked
He was different
He spoke to me
Made math fun
School was hard
But Math was fun
This one time
In middle school
Easy nor Quick.
Never Once must I Falter,
During The Challange
To Obtain
Occupational Perfection.
The Road Ahead,
Found to be Rocky,
Yet I must Persevere
To Obtain
one job may change my life
but what about others?
the life I live and the life they live
they intertwine
if my dream job changes my life
how can i change the lives of others
If I don't scream, do I still feel pain?
The answer is yes. My pain is real and hides behind walls
I do not let it get in my way
I stand above it, I show the world that I am stronger
Although you are sound asleep,
I lay awake counting sheep.
I can't dream of anything better,
than picturing you in that ugly cat sweater.
Your smile lit up in the dark,
you say, hey, I'm Mark.
The curtain closes around a bed of white
Beep beep ringing in my ears
Bright flashing of fluorescent light
As a woman sits there spilling tears
Death is unfair and sadly sweet
Words are dominant and strong, yet dainty. Words bring the thoughts and emotions buried deep in a subconsciousness to life and breath.
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,
Honestly
My dream job is to be spokesperson
As a surivor of sexual child abuse
I believe I have a lot to say
To stand for
And to do
I did not just survive for myself
I didnt know
That you loved me
We seemed like best friends
Your love I couldnt see
Pass that smile
Pass that face
Everything seemed fine
Together in place
But then i found out
I don't know what my dream job is,
but whatever I do, I want to make a difference.
I don't care about earning dollars and cents
which I can use to buy a car or a house with a nice, big fence.
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
While wishing upon a star
You stopped to think of who you are
A person who has school as the main equation
High School always been a cham
Now it's coming to an end
College is coming what's done? What's planned?
You got to get your head out of the sand.
Go out an apply see what you can do
The yearning of comfort leaves me empty and alone; thirsting emotion and unique love.
As does waiting for that first intimate moment shared in a kiss; the simple, yet monumental knighting of womanhood in America.
Scribble. Scribble. Line.
Loop the "L", rewrite. Make it neater.
More Scribble. Pause.
Reread. Does it work?
Does the emotion work?
Does it clearly represent the charachter?
There's so much to be done
To this planet of ours
The pain and the hurt
Suffering as hot as Mars
The beauty that surrounds us
Now covered in gunk
Slimed over by humanity
I am not an artist.
I am not an athlete.
I don’t have a way with words.
To some I am a literary architect.
To others a tortured soul.
But to those few who know me,
a regular teenager.
In the darkness you will find my heart,
or what is left after i fall apart.
it's only natural to fall off the edge once more
it's happened everytime before.
In the daylight you find my soul
What are you thinking?
President Lincoln?
About the American Revolution this weekend?
What are you thinking?
Jay Gatsby?
Abut How F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote you very sassy?
I never thought having your own opinions about life could be thought of by others as a bad thing. That was until athiest, vegetarian, and gay marriage supporter became very important defining factors that describe me, and the way I feel a
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 yell to the stars but only the clouds hear me
I stomp my feet but the ants dont fear me
I cry but no tears fall
I reach out for help but noones there
Crying out help but the people just stare
Everyone watches but
no one sees.
what is happening to me?
Something sits on my chest but
I see nothing there.
Why can't I breath?
It comes from nowhere.
The shadow grows in my eyes.
When I was younger
And the stars seemed far away
I used to revel in the gold encrusted words
Of my parents
I used to hang from their vowels
And dangle from their consonants
When the air is filled
With excitement and thrill,
The Day has just begun.
When a child that frolics
With daisies and lollies,
J. O. B.
Is it work or is it something free?
Is it something I do or something i can be?
The Job that will change my life is something free.
When i mean free I dont mean pricewise
Squeaky white tile floors
White walls
Lumpy beds
This is where I belong
Among the wounded, among the sick
Never turning an injury away
Whether it be plain to see or not
Driving down a road
Scanning every detail.
Maybe we'll spot a toad
or even something with a tail.
We'll hike through the forest
or find ourselves in the Amazon.
Unable to rest,
This is it,
What I have been preparing for,
The dream I held onto when thoughts of being an astronaut or a princess were lost somewhere in a seven year olds mind.
I have been working for this my entire life,
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
I am not a fool
I'm only himan
And I'm bound to make mistakes
Understand I've always had what it takes
What it takes to love you
And what it takes to stay with you
Yeah I might have been hurt
Once upon a dream
She lived Lavishly,
Where happiness felt clean
To the soul of purity
Invited all in unity
They laughed endlessly
Enjoying the offering of peace
In eternal divinity
Sunflowers dancing in the light, Hidden but not out of sight; Gathered in anonymity, But not without solemnity.
She sits on rooftops, like a bat in the trees
Patient for them to close their eyes
So she can take all that they have
Only watched by the pale moonlight
No remorse is felt
Blissfully sailing on a relaxing excursion.
Calm waters, birds flying all around
Bright blue skies surrounding.
Everything a carefree paradise.
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
When someone says thank you
That look of relief,
These are the things that I think are neat.
The twelve hour nights
The patients that fight,
These are the things that make me sigh.
Am I pretty? When you look at me what do you see? Of course, you see the way my thighs rub together when I walk.
My first appointment of the day
Is little boy Tommy who is always scared.
All I want to do is help educate him.
Hopefully he comes in prepared.
She is going to think I'm lazy
What is life if its not what you do?
Jobs here, jobs there
just stacking up like entires of a resume, but
none defines me
but what if?
instead of saying:
"I work at.."
I say "I am"
In the hallways of my school,
some girls think they're cool,
while the guys only drool.
They cough
and they scoff,
but I want them to back off.
I hide my feelings
If there's one thing in this world
that can bring true happiness
it would be showing
and telling
and helping others
toward true greatness.
To educate and build
My life would change in a flash
Simple as someone turning on a monitor
Then the CPU
Waiting for it to boot up
Going into the archives
Then, finally
Adding a new profile
As a child we grow up knowing exactly what we want to be when we actully grow up
A fire fighter is what I wanted to be
The red lights and water is what excited me
But the tragedy of 9/11 also frighten me
A color
Changes the whole game.
An accident
Causes a beautiful "new world order".
I am not complaning, but I live life in struggle
Every corner that I turn, missing pieces to my puzzle
Since bullying exist, l've lived life in a bubble.
I wasnt affiliated with it, I never really got in trouble.
I need a job that could change whole life
And maybe then will shit start going right
I wouldn't have to be worried about my moms
Or my sisters and brothers crying about the lights going off
The water and the cable
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.
When people ask me if I’m going to college,
I say yes, but leave it at that.
I don’t want to tell them
I’m a spineless submitter
to a system of postsecondary education
When I close my eyes at night, I slip into a light sleepSome would call it a dream,But dreams often imply a lack of control-Of course, dreams are rmade of past enounters and future desires,
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”
I travel down this road with no definite end,
Where intersecting streets and pathways blend
To create a connected community of dreams
Whose homes are filled with lights that gleam
Maybe I’ll be a doctor
That helps patients get better,
Or maybe a meteorologist,
Who brings you today’s weather.
Maybe I’ll be a Chef
That can cook a five star meal,
Or maybe the next host
It can be any of them.
Just please give me one.
They don't have to be playing Frozen;
the job doesn't have to be fun.
I want to sweep the floors,
take your tickets, show you your seat,
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
The scraps on the heap of the world are art.
I just choose to make them my own
and call it my creative side.
Reality bent for societies' eyes
Stupid, smart
Unsatisfactory, full
Tangle me in the bleeding, throbbing, messy knot of emotion
Command me to help, to aide, to care
And you will see a machine unable to process a garbled voice command
The Mind barking orders to the comatose heart
A woman tried to save her life from a man that believed the only way to love was to beat his wife
Patient x-rays displayed the six inch cuts carved in her face and her entire jawbone knocked out of place
I've known what I wanted to be since 7th grade
So my dream job is to a pastry chef
I want to be on Cupcake Wars and Unique Sweets
I want a show on the Foodnetwork Channel
I also plan on opening my own bakery one day
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
Failure is not an option, as my soul has been catapulting towards this dream since I could mutter the first words of my existence.
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,
Creativity. Creativity. Creativity.
The sole thought rattles my brain day in and day out,
My dream job will change my life,
Not just mine, but of those around me.
My dream job is in the medical field And I would be helping people indirectly.
No having to deal with neither blood nor body excretions.
There's a road in the meadow
parting it left and right
a side where the sun rises
and the other for the moon at night
and now I have to choose
the side I belong to
One Job
Following my passion
Pursuing my dreams
Creating Content
Building Relationships
Helping Others
My Dream Job:
Creative Professional
if i could be anything in the world, free of bindings and seeking only my heart and happiness, i'd be one who fills the world with their heart and imagination.
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
Thunderous applauseA steady, continuous chanting of my nameThat's what I live forThis is what I want
The sun shines graciously above me
I am sure of it today will be a great day
As I walk through the door the scent of pine and Lilly
illuminate my nostrils
I have arrived
I have been told
To walk a mile in somebody else’s shoes
If you want to understand anyone better
So I wanted to know my mother, and father too
Only to realize from the start-they had no shoes
While everyone else wants to get famous or be on TV,
I just want to cook and serve food different from the what the eye can see,
Hot saute pans and seasonings,
Desserts and fresh bread,
Fighting the fight one day at a time
Problems keep arising, repeating like rhyme
Keep your head up, more important knees strong
Scratch them and bruise them when days seem long
The goal a good life
My memory is flimsy, weak to the remembrance
but…
Never forgotten are the sentiments that cause my heart to cry
Savory veracity
Appeal to my palette
Children, playing, learning,
Making a difference in young lives,
Education is key for their future,
Teaching, making a difference,
Changing not only my life,
But also the little lives I touch.
Lights! Camara! ACTION!
You don't have to be an actor, for your workplace to be a stage.
Just give me a desk and a computer and I'll show you my magic.
Dreams have a way of creeping out into reality.
Children
The soul's simple essence
The proof of our presence
Children
Feeling forgotten
Mocked, chided, and beaten
Children
Sticky and stumbling
Funny and frightened
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
I say science, and they see an endless stringof binary code and digits in single file,test tubes and lab ratsand my eyes dead like mindlessness, likea love of creationcan be muddied up
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
Singers, celebrities, artists,
Concerts, shows, events…
Famous or unknown,
Advocates or critics,
Succeeds or failures.
The importance of promotion,
Right management and development.
The Test
Tests to attend college,
tests in college
Tests in medical school,
skills tested as a resident
Tested to see what it takes to become a doctor,
"How are we feeling today?"
"How much have you eaten?"
"Let's check your weight."
"Have you ever hurt yourself?"
"Are you hearing things?"
"Are you seeing things?"
An interrogation
Brian Guex
Greater purpose then myself
One job to change mine and others life
To preach to the adults of tomorrow greater meaning
Something that does not require a knife
I wanna act like you're gonna understand what I'm trying to say and relate
But truth is empathy seems to be dying, wasting, and endangered
We're all facing different demons
No one to go to
One job may change my life
“The thing about pain . . . it demands to be felt.”
As I look around, I see it:
I want to go into business and economyMake some money and change the way people thought of meI'm tired of people thinking I can't do it like I'm just an act of comedy
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?
My Dream Job
By : Yulene Amador
My Dream Job consists of many things
Adults and children and maybe even dogs
My Dream Job would be a well payed job where it would put a smile on my face
It can't be done.
You can't act in films.
You're from Missouri, where dreams grow to die, like weeds under the sun.
They shout so loud, it bounces off the stars, meaning I can't even sleep to dream at night.
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.
When I was supposed to be young and carefree,
my friends fell in love too many times
and fell asleep to nursery rhymes.
But not me.
I grew up fast and realized that life isn’t what it’s cracked up to be.
Sit and watch the darkness fall, Ambition calling, call, call, call.Answer, Answer, doesnt she hear?
The natural foliage creeping down the counter,
Draping over the polished tanned walls.
Reflecting ergonomic finesse,
Cleanly tracing the muscular lining,
Of a fresh carcass.
I don’t want to live in a constant rhythm
Singing the same melody,
From within this frail and mortal heart
I want to pour out all that I have.
To be the hands and feet
Of an invincible unchanging love
Films are storys brought out to life.
The heart skippes a beat
A smile is drawn on your face
Once you turn your face heavenwards;
To engage in daily conversation
that is, to return to Earth,
merits a physical un-tilting of the head; from the angled
to the staid, erect position, eyes intently glazed over.
One job may give me hope.
One job may define my life.
One job; the chance to change my future.
One place, North Carolina.
One place, the destination of my growth.
One place, the animal sanctuary.
I used to be a weird little girl
Who'd rather play with lizards than pearls.
In the fifth grade I had an obsession with tigers
Almost as strong as Napoleon with ligers.
The screaming and crying.
The tears and fears.
The cold hospital hallways seem so long.
Children sticking close to whom they belong.
"Its ok" I will tell them,
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
Mahmoud
A true story
My mother and I stood in the Afghan refugee camp
Solemnly and nervous, I stared as they stared back
"This is where I came from," she said to me
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
Question,
helps me see the problems that lie ahead,
research,
shows me the information on what is to come,
hypothesis,
gives me hope for what there may be,
experiment,
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.
One job above them all, a power to change
a power to motivate
To teach love instead of hate
One job to speak out to youth
To tell them a story of the things that I've learned
We all have a goal in life,
Become a ballerina, baseball player, or be in the circus.
My dream is to become a National Geographic photographer.
One day, I'll wake up
Shower, get dressed, kiss my huband good-bye
I'll drive my car to work
I'll sit in my office, behind my desk
Or maybe
I'll walk down a hospital hall
Or maybe
I want to touch the soul, with words that sounds like gold.
I want to hold the world's feelings in the words of my notes.
I want to behold the power to have my written word uncontrolled.
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
The sky is polluted, the water is brown,
You see some trash floating around.
The world is changing, for the Earth too quickly,
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
Doors on either side,
Endless forward and backward.
I need to decide
which door to go toward.
I know what I desire,
But what door it's behind is a gamble.
Knowing which one is impossible,
Michelle Guex
My One Dream Job
The lights shine down on me
I might not be as famous as Whoopi
All I need is the opportunity, I seek the help offered to me.
All I want is to change a life. I need not strife.
I've got six sources of dreaming, clear
The words all tumble bright, and fear
Is choking cloaking, smogging roping
Round my throat and twixt my ears.
What am I doing here?
I'm learning phonetics,
All I need is a moment. Better yet, all I have is a moment.
This One Job may change my life!
For me, it's a matter of life or death.
And Right now I'm dying inside but this moment is all I have left.
“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts”
- William Shakespeare
To act
To pretend
To live
To understand
To portray
To explain
To give an example
To inspire
To motivate
To entertain
To understand
To act
Nirvanna is what I seek; the Paradise thought lost, the Great Hall
Let me dig, let me cram
crawling through flickering passages
Hollowed tombs rich with an era
Tongue tied tumbling over guttural grunts
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.
A step away from victory
An inch away from the final
A lengths away from The End
Frustration, Disappointment, Blues
The ringing sensation of failure lingers
You leave wishing
I dive deeper
Into the numbers and letters and
When I come up for air,
Nobody knows where I've been but
Me and my secret coded feature
It's everyone's and it's mine.
1.
While watching a documentary in class I heard the term American-Japanese war
in an interview over B-roll of the bombing of Hiroshima
Creamy smoothness under your fingers
Curled up; cat-like
Minutes ticking by
the world surrounding you has vanished
It's only you; eyes devouring
piece by delicious piece
word by beautiful word
Some said to pick a job
One that made lots of money
Others said to follow your dreams
Even if it won't make millions
I wanted it all, I did
A nice house and car,
A husband, a family
There was a girl in hospital.
“I’m a monster,”
she kept saying.
“If you’re a monster,
you’re the prettiest monster I’ve ever seen,”
a nurse told her.
I don't know what I'm going to be or where I'm going to end up or what I'm going to see
I wish I could have all the answers, but I don't, and I never will
“Wow, what a psycho”
Says the girl sitting next to me.
How clever she is
Laughing at the uncontrollable misfortune of others.
Walking down the street I see them
Picking up the trash off the street
Without them I wouldn't have somewhere to walk
Without them, my life would change
Walking into school I see them
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?
If you think you are lost
Then you are not alone
For fear of failure
Is not very known
We all reside with it ticking away
But rare are those
The type of job which would change my life is becoming a famous author.
The way becoming a famous singer would change my life is everything I did the public would know about.
I wouldn't really have a free moment to myself.
“You can be anything you want to be—a doctor or a lawyer.”My father was a math man, a mad man; definitely not a family man.I was a dreamer, an idealist; a girl tormented with wanderlust and impatience.
There are 77,600,000 girls around the world who do not attend school.
Not 77,600,000 children or adults or people all put together.
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
Thanks for the car mom and dad
But I need more money for gas
I'm still mad that you made me take out the trash
Thanks for letting play soccer
But my cleats are old, I need a new pair
One job may change a life
So, shoot for the stars
What do you have to miss out on?
You'll never know what could be
Until you decide what it will be
Don’t go to law school.
Lawyers have the highest rate of alcoholism.
You’re going to have so much debt.
Why on earth would you want to be a lawyer?
When I was young I wanted to become a chef
but that thought changed ever since i knew death
I realized I wanted to help people so I aimed to become a nurse
knowing that I would have to study everyday like a curse
My reflection is brown, i can always count on a mirror to never discriminate.
But when i look, i can only see a kid with dreams and nothing more.
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.
A man on the street corner
Selling flowers for the poor;
A woman sellin her time
For a future for her children
A man soiling his hands
To overcome a deep despair.
We all have a story.
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?
Business/Finance major, aint no yelow brick road.
Its going to be tough, but I aint gona fold.
Im going to be a CEO, getting that paper,
Watch me rise to the top, like an elevator.
Haters - all the support I need.
All my life, it's been
You point the way, I'll get us there.
I'll struggle through,
and reach the goal.
I can overcome any obstacle,
but don't know where to start.
Today, I take the wheel.
ONE JOB. . .
One hope,
One ambition.
Is what we are made to choose,
during our high school days.
Before we are 18,
and can legally smoke.
Before we are 21,
I want it I really do.
It is just really hard.
I do it because I have to.
I wake up every day with a smile on my face.
It hopes of one day obtaining what I need.
I tell everyone that I will succeed.
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.
I am a flower in the desert, holding out for the rain.
The sun has been hot and taunting, mocking my goals and my name.
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.
"It's just a dream."
"It's just a dream."
"You never will be that."
I beg to differ. I beg to be different.
I am different.
It's a woman's world out there and I am woman.
“I want to be an engineer,” he said
“I want to be a veterinarian,” she voiced
“I want to be a fireman,” he exclained
“What do you want to be?”
What do I say?
How should I answer?
I am a soldier
standing my ground in the tear soaked mud
the front lines are my home
a battleground borne of water and blood
my weapons are not bullets and guns
The child is young, and so am I.
She tries so hard just not to cry.
I hold her hand and count to three
As the doctor puts her to sleep.
"The pain will soon be gone," I say,
As we whisk her gurney away.
This war
Is about blood, tears, and death
This war
Sees a little child heave a last breath
But there are no guns, no bombs
No battlefields that we can see
For the war rages forever on
Every day
From seven o' clock to three o' clock
Was hell without exception
I dreaded those long hours that seemed to stop time
Watching the hands move in slow motion
Because I felt it was without purpose
13 years in a public prison,
4 years of undergrad studies,
4 more years of medical school;
Countless hours studying,
Procrastinating,
Working;
Countless dollars towards fees-
If I could be whatever I wanted to be
I would heal the sick and set them free.
I would care for them until they are not in need
Of me to love and to care and to feed.
If I could be whatever I wanted to be
One Journey, one road, one story?
No.
Exploring, doing more, and expressing my inner joy is my future job.
A job that will change my life is teaching. Teaching helps kids learn about themselves which in return can help me. It can help me find who I am as a teacher as well as a person. Simple as that Complete happiness in life. Peace
Looking around…seeing mental disaster everywhere
Roaming the halls…hearing the story’s…wanting to help but can’t
Concerned about friends…not one has the help they need
Sharing the knowledge of my obtained wisdom
With young minds, eager to learn and flourish
Is the most noble of desires that can be had
One chance
to make that one choice.
This is the choice that defines
defines you, defines your life.
Well I made my choice
and I choose animals.
Now, I just need my chance
They say that hatred is a fireThat eats at your insidesAnd it isAlong with jealousy and ambitionAt times it seems I carry all of theseBut I've learned to push down my angerTo be content with what I have
The money isn't great, that's what they say,The jobs is hard, that's how they feel,Do you really want to be apart of this, is all they ask.
many dream
i have dreamt
dreaming makes us human
imagination makes us live
having a passion fills you with excitement and sets you free
making videos would be my dream job
writing has inspired me
Flower child sing
Raise your voice to the sky
Let the world know
You don't deserve to die
Flower child dance
Don't hold back at all
Let your talent show
Please don't fear the fall
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.
When I was 5 I'd wake up and watch my mom start her day,
I always prayed she'd be back early
9 to 9 she'd be gone,
she would wake up with a smile,
come back and cook our food
The job of a poet
Is what I seek
But it doesn’t feel possible
Hoping for just a peek
A glimpse of what this job entails
As I stumble back and forth
Back and forth
We attempt to push and pull
What is that one job that will change my life?
How can I know?
But I know that the job that will change my life will
give me a chance to show my skills,
allow me to express my thoughts with no fear,
In these days we all have a dream
Sleeping, working, or eating ice cream
Even I have one, and that's a job
Most people would doubt my wish
But nonetheless I will accomplish
Ever since I was a little girl
I have been asked a simple question
What do you want to be when you grow up?
It really isn't that simple.
I think I have it all figured out.
My dream is to become a nurse
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
Since I was a child I can remember always staring into space for a while,
Always thinking of something creative to write in a way to express my deepest emotions,
Everyone has a goal in life
To play your sport, or teach children
Mine is to save peoples lives
With the work of my own hands.
Helping children achieve greatness
Helping kids become their own person
Helping children move up in the world
Helping the world and others around
Helping make a brighter future for kids
A Grammy for the best engineered album of the year
is where i could say my life would be complete
Maybe even a nomination or 2
for that category would be sweet
A few years in college studying sound
No one should have to give up their dreams because of where they're from,
How much their parents make,
Or just about anything else.
Everyone deserves a chance to try to make a difference in the world.
There's a certain eloquence of deed
A satisfaction beyond bewilderment
You can tell me that I can't
And that I won't
But there's a drive in my heart
And no breaks in my step
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,
Down to the depths I fell.
I saw the evil, heard the evil, and spoke evil.
The world was evil, life was evil.
I was dying, slowly.
I needed help,
When I spoke to you
I found the light.
Those gifted hands,
Bathing in antimicrobial soap and water,
Clothed in radiant latex sterile surgical gloves.
Wow how crazy ..I am at this place again of choosing ..seems pretty difficult ..theres so many choices out there...what's the best?...well in my eyes ...to complete a job is to help others and what better way to do this....then share life...you s
To change the world
That's what I'll do
One letter at a time
One word
One stanza
One very long novel
One writing at a time
To change the world
That's what I'll do
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.
Looking back through thin pages of history
Human lives flash in quick succession, condensing years into a paragraph
Powerful kings into a sentence
Six lifetimes of work into a footnote
Forgotten. Almost.
To change someone's life
There a million ways it can be done
But I think of mainly one
To be a therapist
I would heal the soul
And I would receive constant self-achievement from this goal
I searched long and hard,
Looking for a job that could help me on my way,
The one that accepted me was long and hard,
It made me want to look for another and possibly take it easy,
I entertain the thought of future and sit for what seems days in meditation
Over what I could achieve, mind occupied with occupations,
And tend not to dwell on the confinement of dreams strictly to my dreams,
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.
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,
There's no money in music, I know,
that's a dead end career.
I can see you as a wonderful biomedical engineer, dear,
from every mother and teacher and father and neighbor.
Stop making all that noise, they say,
Hobby (noun)
an activity or interest pursued
for pleasure or relaxation
To be an Opera Dramaturge
Opera
Not to sing but to hear
To breath and surrender
To understand
To be confused
Dramaturge
Not to act but to read
The libretto
Everyone fears ending up as a
failure
No one talks about it and no one belives it, but what do you do when
you start to think about it? Do you panic? or maybe
feel hopless. What's important is that
Imagine how the world could be
Something or someone can make a change
A positive force leads to a possibility
Smiles are the reaction
The Job for me would to help others
Dreams
Funny how they float just out of reach
Just past the tips of fingers
the grasp of belief.
Just as the bird will hop and glide,
the dream will follow
The path to success is paved with commitment and desire,
What is a teacher? Someone who can change the world. Not to become a preacher, but to alow those bound to break the mold. Confusion is ripe in society. Education can wipe the messy window clean.
"All the World's a Stage,"
And we're just actors, right?
But it takes more than actors
To bring a show to life.
I was a little starlet
Born to sing and dance;
Born to thrill the audience
I've been spat at,
Told I do not belong,
"Get out of my country foreinger"
"You are an abomination!
The trash that crowds our streets"
All because of my dark tan skin,
My slight lisp and faint accent,
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
Everyone has their own special path
Mine has twist and turns and can lead me to wrath
It was my freshman year in college when I thought I knew what I wanted to do
The world is full of peculiar things.
Sights which only the utmost curiousity can bring.
Beauty all around us seems so sing,
Be who you are and you will see.
Do what you want, because what you want to be
I used to dream
about working in the theatre
drowning in the adrenaline rush
from performing,
from making people happy.
But I learned
that is not for me.
I still need, though,
Mama Says…
The cracks in the city pavement, gobble me alive
Deep into the darkness of the street where the secrets lie
I look for comfort in the dank crevices of this unforgiving
Fortress of oppression
Vivid lights beam down from a ceiling housing thousands of cheering fans.
Cheekbones corrupted with smiles give way, some hidden by active hands.
A beating heart within, so eager to emerge from the cage that condemns it so
Dreams are just that, they usually stay dreams,
Reality is just that, it is real,
Yet, why can't you make your dreams part of your reality?
Why am I so passionate about this you may ask...
The ability to touch
the sky
Fly with the birds
the angels
A dream of all
the flight
To fly one must innovate
improve
Try
Try
Try
Until at last
takeoff is achieved
I am thought-tinkerer, word-spinner, and dream-weaver.
I am storyteller, lie-carpenter, and truth-giver.
I dreamed of being a super hero
To have my name in the headlines every day
Reality crushed my dreams when I was just seven
I had to accept that I was never going to wake up with super powers
I have a dream:
To do great things,
To help and to heal,
To study the mind.
I have a dream:
Help those in need,
Help soothe those in pain,
And lift those who doubt.
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 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.
When will the sun come out to play?When will the snow go away?
Why can't i go out to play?
Why do they?
Cancer.
cancer.
cancer.
I can still do it, watch me try.
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
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.
Pacing around in delicate circles, tracing the words that encompass the fire
The inextinguishable flame that ignites the one desire driving me mad
A beautiful and unforgivable dream
Through the eyes of a dreamer
Nothing can stand in my way
Soaring high over mountains and oceans
My own little airplane cradling me in the sky
If only I weren’t afraid of heights
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.
I am a writer
I will write furiously
up until the last possible moments, and then I will let my words trickle into the veins of the world
and wait.
Language, written, signed, danced
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--
I didn't like it
but I am it.
I didn't always want to be.
But I am.
It started as a struggle
which then became a
desire.
Whiteboards, lessons, and students
consumed my
mind.
I sat on the floor just gasping for air
It seemed there was none to be found
The pain was intense but I didn't care
I stayed in a ball on the ground
Next thing I knew it was hospital gowns
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.
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
Honors, Advanced Placement, Varsity Swim Captain,
Four years of straight A's, Salutatorian.
Blood, sweat, and tears,
Yet no one hears
The women of long ago,
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,
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 -
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
Alone
The worst thing we could feel is alone
When you have a mom and dad when you have family
They aren't there for you they have left you in the dark
Alone
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
After traveling so far,
18 years have come,
12 of them spent advanced,
hiding from the sun.
Having an MD behind my name
is something I yearn to proclaim.
Stitching up wounds and fixing bones,
this is not a job I want to postpone.
I desire the day when I can say
The Classroom
Whisper your broad-sweeping metaphors;
Explain how you will excite the wayward dust of the universe;
I will tell you my ordinary dream:
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
If I could do anything to make a living,
I would do everything I could
to give myself away.
Call it piracy:
I would take my struggles and my pain
and throw them to the world to make a point.
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,
As I wash the dishes
I have many wishes
Ever Since I started working here
My thoughts have started to veer
People walk in and out
Some are loud and shout
They leave their dishes on the table
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
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
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,
When I was little, the most common question seemed to be
What do you want to do when you grow up?
Going to space used to be my dream
So that I could discover aliens and cool new stuff.
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
Growing up, I had my pick fromThe Big Four of respectable careers for AsiansBusiness, Law, Engineering, and MedicineI chose to be a doctorBut I realized I disliked scienceSo I changed my mind
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.
I'm a Math Geek, sure.
I've got charisma, too much!
Combine them, It's me!
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
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
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.
Do you hear the sound of their clanging chains?
Though it may not be heard one thing remains.
In the silence of their walls, they lay absent from the world in the sun, or in beating rains.
The ideas go through my head, but I can't get them out on paper.
They destroy me from the inside, then wither away.
It kills me when they die. It kills me to not get the ideas out.
I need them out.
An inventor
So Inventive
Innovative
Unrealistic
Dream since seven
Lone in my room
Using my dad’s
Power drill – Yes
I was a pro
Knew then my love
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
Am I considered lucky,
to live in this land where I am considered free,
or am I considered a prisoner,
behind bars that are simply a reflection of ME.
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.
Moping, he makes his way down the hall
Barely contained is his emotion to bawl
All he can do right now is be bashful
but, he says I'm gonna be succesful
His boss is a jerk and he wants a chance
Deep within each human
There is a drive, a need
Different fires burn for every man
All expressed within a seed
A seed that grows with every season
We often ask ourselves how we can ease someone else’s pain
When our own hurt is too much to take
"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.
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,
One day, I will bring joy to faces
Both young and old
One day, I will watch dreams come true
For the quiet and the bold
One day, I will wear a big dress
And parade around
"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.
Life is like a burning candle
soon we will burn away
slowly but surely
we are not here to stay
we were made to be a light and warmth
but not to last forever
just because we a fading
You only get one life.
Like the last bite, inhale until full.
Breathe and release the changes.
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."
Her job was to help people through helping animals.
She was a veterinarian riddled with headaches.
We were made from the same mold, she said.
An 18 month-old bulldog (still a puppy) came into the clinic.
One breathe
One shiver down my aching spine
One heart that yearns so deeply for a dream so far out of my reach
Books have forever changed my life
They transport me to a different time and place
And allow me to escape from strife
Books allow for a change of pace
From life's monotonous days
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.
One Job, Just oneCould potentially change my lifeOne such an insignificant numberCould change someone’s life?My life would no longer be a slumberI would no longer have to dream or even be some man’s wife
The screaming babies, the crying mothers
It may seem a little off-putting
A dream is different for everyone
Once you start looking
Four years of college, four years of medical school
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"
Change is inevitable
so I must adapt to it to fill my life with success that is immeasurable.
To serve, lead, and help,
a life changing job not just for myself.
Change is inevitable
so I must adapt to it to fill my life with success that is immeasurable.
To serve, lead, and help,
a life changing job not just for myself.
Mom and Dad want me to evaluate the broken,
To diagnose them with the disease we all have- surreal survival,
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
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.
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
growing up as a little girl
I imagined myself as a doctor
I would close my eyes
and day dream
dream of what it would be like to be successful
how would it feel to walk in to that small room
I started to care about how I'd look,
so I picked up GQ instead of a book.
To be on the cover of the magazine,
or to be the man behind the scenes.
I was inspired, now I'll be,
To help out children, to watch them thrive;
A social worker, helping kids come alive.
My job for those neglected and abused,
For the little ones who have been misused.
Social Work and Psychology and a degree,
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.
I wake up
Breathe in and out, and hear
Silence.
I get the mail
Hear no birds or cars,
Only silence.
My granddaughters come to visit
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
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
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
Tombs full of memories
Ancient and new
Rivers that wind down
Over and through
Chasers of truth
Redeemers of lost lands
Working the world’s ground
With their own hands
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,
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
I am free
To be what I want to be...
I can fight overseas
Or even raise bees
I can dance or I can sing
I might even work for bing
But is it really true
That I can get a job out of the blue?
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,
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
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,
I had never noticed as a child, but she was always there.
Veronica clasped me close, and held me in her stare.
Her fragile reflection pursued me to the broken footsteps of my home.
An outcast laying low, hiding in the shadows of the Earth’s chattering inhabitan
Mesial, Incisal, Lingual, Facial,
These are the surfaces of my dream
Slidig smootly over the deep pits and fissures
Weaving in and out of the sulcus displacing bacteria
Floss.
One Job May Change My Life
Fighting for the justice of innocent civilians
Becoming someones "hero"
Living life as a college student is tough.
Realizing the chances of getting a job straight out of work is rough.
School is rough.
Life is damn tough.
Beyond a dream
on a stage
it isn't about me
it isn't about fans, fame, fortune or other words thrown around by those who have too much and give nothing
Of course, anyone’s dream job
would be to do what they love
while make money.
No matter what the profession:
music producer, dancer, meteorologist
A little girl sits at the kitchen table with her Mommy,
Not even five and this little girl always ties everyone's shoes,
She always shares her snacks,
She always loves with all her little heart.
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
When I dream these days, I want my eyes to be wide open, I don’t want to sleep through it.
It might sound crazy but I want to see everything, good, bad and indifferent.
When I dream, I dream big
The one job to change your life
To ease the pain of those around
To help pursue healthy lives
And healthy minds
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
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,
Asians love their rice
These people are white like mice
Night time, you can only see their smiles
Speaking, we take it for granted
Speaking, it connects us all
Speaking, it could raise us up
Speaking, it could be our downfall
To speak or not to speak, that could be the question
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,
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.
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
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
Id like to create a world with my vision,
Soaring through skies and being able to see the sun shine.
The waves crashing creating a collision,
All atainable with my dream of being in Game Design.
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
Add some
glitter
to that dress
It’s as boring as a plum
In the light it should flicker
Just say yes
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
My entire life I’ve known what I wanted to be
A future in medicine fills my heart with glee
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
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.
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
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
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
Women are not big in the field of writing about men on a court or field
my life would change if I could help what they want to build
My life would change if I could write
for my favorite team all day and all night
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
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!
A journalist at heart
A product of creativity,
A journalist at heart,
My canvas is the TV.
No one can pull us apart.
An earpiece and a microphone,
My other kinds of friends,
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.
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 at the world
Is it clean and beautiful everywhere
Are people happy and safe
Some places are
not everywhere
why
Because of inequality
My future
years from now
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.
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
Gonna be a signer one day
Gonna give them a voice to say
No more silence will there be
Hearing people gotta see
Getting an education is the plan
Figuring out how to get money in hand
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
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
Hello, may I help you?
I don't have much,
Not even time is on my side,
but I have ears
a heart
that's a start.
I am a people pleaser
Don't worry you can ask me
We often loathe the thought of that place,
The idea of the buzzing sounds of handpieces,
Nearly drives us to outer space,
But for me,
It is my dream.
The idea that I could permit a change,
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
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,
Movies
a portal to another world,
a pretty picture
to make you
laugh or cry
Film
buttery popcorn in hand
pillows and blankets wrapped like a burrito,
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,
Perfection.She is such a elegant word.She dances so beautifully across ones tongue and into the air.Our world has become obsessed with her;It's easy to see why.
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 purpose is unknown, unfuffilled.
I feel like there's nothing to live for.
Helping others out of my own free will;
That desire, that passion, makes my heart soar.
I listen to people attentivly,
A woman can't be an astronaut;
or so I've been told;
Women should watch the house;
The child wanted to be an artist until she saw one with talent.
The child wanted to be a teacher, but her slight lack of patience would destroy her.
To help
To believe
To do and act as if your strong
BeingTogetherMakesUsStronger
Feeling
Alone
Makes
Us
Weak
Bring joy to others lives is a job
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.
Waking up in a room,
With not even a pair of shoes.
They stripped me down,
Took me from my town,
And here I awaited my doom.
This dream that haunted me often
Money cannot buy happinessThough, it does make stability
The world today is revolved around moneyI guess I can understand why
People with more moneyReap greater benefits
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
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.
Trotting daringly through the meadows of flowers
I feel the pulse beneath my feet
Frolicking with the whisp of the wind
I hear it stirring
Bringing me closer and closer until suddenly
I kneel
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,
I wish I were many things,
but to be many things
I would need to be a writer.
A writer creates what they want to see and feel.
My dream job is to work somewhere in the tropical areas
like Africa or Australia
Sharing my heart to those wild animals
The silent sea
The endless ocean that holds you and me
and the rest of life as we know it.
I'd rather not know
Not see the countless patterns plotted out
To dream about a job
Is what a child always does
I've dreamt about many
ranging from a Vet to a Doc
For me it seems
It's not really a dream job
I dream of becoming a Game Designer
World's Greatest Game Creator
From top sales to number one billionare
From strugglinng to getting my share
My share at creativity
Making games for the community
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
A job that could change my life?
Of course it may come with strife,
But what is life without struggle?
There will definitely be work to juggle.
Words on a once blank page
Waking up in the middle of the night
To jot down an idea or phrase
Trying to remember a dream for a story
Wanting to live in the world you created
Genocide
Suicide
How some people just get to slide.
Why humans?
I want to study you
Research why we do what we do.
Might even discover something new.
Why humans?
True, this talk
Genocide
Suicide
How some people just get to slide.
Why humans?
I want to study you
Research why we do what we do.
Might even discover something new.
Why humans?
True, this talk
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
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
One Job,
that's all it takes,
one chance to change your life,
it's what you need,
Many minors aren't selected,
but you were the first.
Find yourself,
help yourself believe,
A famous actor
A player on a football team
Most people wish for these
But no, not me
I want to teach
But I have no use for a classroom
A chalkboard
Or students
Dreams of my future
All contain fuzzy pictures of my goal.
Perhaps I’ll heal wounds by sewing sutures
Or checking vitals and removing cancerous moles.
No one category is completely chosen
Walking across the earth to find my place in the world.To find that job we all look forward to when we graduate college.That job is what everyone sees them doing in the future
Beautiful creatures, blend in with snow
Not many left, are on their own
Bears that are polar, need someone to help
Being there for them is what its about
Dreams of working to bring new life
Entering the animal shleter is a life changing event. Loud screams drowned out by the wrench of upcoming death. What is the purpose of killing animals? To make space for more animals to die? It is not their fault.
They say life is but a vaper,
disappering quickly.
The thought of helping others may sound naive,
but to me it's my dream.
I've stumbled over ideas,
tossing pointless ones to the side so that I could see
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
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
“I have a dream….”
Job that is.
That’s quite different than the other kids.
I want to be far away,
A distance so great that it makes my mother sway.
To a place where children don’t have a thing
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
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 have dreams, A nd they all start with "me", The kind of dreams that are bright and colorful and b
I believe some people were just meant to help. Helping people and caring for them when they are sick is what I love doing. My only dream has always been becoming a registered nurse and helping people.
When I was born I was 3 months premature, and the nurses and the doctors at the Arkansas Children's Hospital saved my life. I'm at the point in my life where I need to decide on a career.
I am the wizard.
I am the leader of the revolution.
I am the reason you are here
in this neon lit basement
I am 128 BPMs shaking your core melting your mind and molding your soul.
I am the DJ.
Destruction, devestation, anger, lonliness. The words that have come and have yet to come. Hope, Faith, determination is in sight.
Hip Hop started years ago/some how it last years into the future
When I listen to it,it makes my heart grow/it makes my eyes bigger
When I listen to it,it makes the butterflies in my stomach go/it makes me see my future
The one job to change my life has little to do with mine:it reaches beyond the veil of mortality Bto transcend the silence applied with death and time,to give the gift of voice during grief and fatality
One job may change my life
From getting out of bed early morning
To putting on my scrub suit and hearing him say goodbye my wife
One job will change my life
Seeing the eyes of a newborn,
"It would be a waste of a mind"
"You're just a girl"
"No one would take you seriously"
"You could do bigger things"
"You're too small"
My mind; an asset
My gender; irrelevant
Though you may see a lonely fish flopping
Along a beach that has largely been left,
I see an evil that requires stopping
The luxurious life is the typical
what we all secretly want
but the satisfaction is what I aspire for most.
The smiles of clients, the cleansed, refreshed sighs they relieve
they spill their secrets and burdens
If I could have one job,
And any job it could be,
I'd pick the job,
That allows me to be me,
That allows me to be what
Christ sees in me.
I want to be love,
I want to be hope,
People Want to Live the American Dream.
To have nice cars and things they never seen.
But is the American Dream real?
People think succes is gonna be easy.
But thats when reality hits.
To bring happiness is my aim, in the form of newborn babies to families who have waited ever so patiently.To work by delivering children into this world is my dream.
Shadows I see, self loathing, self harming, suicidal thoughts is all I'll ever be.
No one will ever want me, he was right
The monster that came into my room to get me every night
These words I'm spilling may not be quite clear,
a job is not a career.
Let us not strife,
but a job cannot change my life.
To see your reflection and see success,
must be the best.
My dream job, the job that could change my life, is to be an author.
Writing is my passion, and my escape. If I were to achieve my goal and land that job, a whole new world would be opened up to me.
As it all becomes more complicated,
We become more educated,
Jobs requiring more tech in skills
This is not the time to work on mills!
Though the world was once specialized
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
I'm thinking of a Master Plan
Only 1 dollar in my pocket, the other filled with lint
I told you I'm thinking of a Master Plan
Nothing like the get rich or die trying
I am not 50 Cent man
If I could have one job what would it be?
An Artist, A musician, or make fancy carvings out of wood?
I would want a job where I could simply be me.
I would love to travel the world, and do what I could.
I want to be a voice for the voiceless
I want to be a defender of justice
I want to be the one families can depend on with their departed loved ones
I want to be a medical Examiner
First and foremost I want to get an MBA
And subsequently making it into the NBA
Basketball’s a passion; to play pro would be a dream
But making it to the league is even harder than it seems
Oganized chaos
A race agianst time
Losing a patient feels like a crime .
Parents or children, husbands and wives
Praying that YOU can save their loved ones lives.
Saving lives daily, a loss here or there
Twenty-one, gotta get things done
Life’s bitter and sweet, but it’s becoming a hum
Looking at tech -
World treks –
Seems all set
Need to get some focus
On my writing to show us
I dream about my heavenly fatherI dream about meeting himAnd asking why he had to take my friend
Twelve
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Anonymous,
Who knew you could ever live in a world so perfect.
I mean cruel.
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.
When moon touches Earth
and stays for awhile,
you'll see an eerie sight,
a lover and his love-lost
are gathering tonight.
Beneath the bonny apple tree
where most folks take delight,
If I could have any job I wanted
I would be a pilot so I could get over my fear of heights
I would be a food critic so I could eat the best food in the world
I would be a celebrity so I could have the star treatment
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.
Though pencil on paper is quite all right, And paint on canvas is a beautiful sight.
I want a medium that not many use, something different is what I choose.
I sing for fun
But thats not enough
In my future I see myself singing
In everyone's ears, my voice is ringing
It's loud and clear,making
The competition chilled with fear
The struggles of life vary person to person.
"I can't pay rent" to
"I hate my extravagant life":
Those inevitable thoughts.
"If you hate it so much, change it,"
They said.
Being the youngest student in my grade, always felt weird. By the age of 15 years old I was a Junior in High School. I was very mature and ready to be independent. Looking for my first job was very stressful.
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.
I am stuck in a far too familiar place.
I need an adrenaline rush to make my heart race.
Pursuing a job as a flight attendant would be ideal.
I always wanted to hear about how your days were drawn near, from the time you wake up in the morning, from the time you rest at night. The mind is a wondering device, how I long to know the answer to your every thought. Let me help. Let me see.
Beep. Click. Snap.
Say Cheese!
Upload. Photoshop. Scrap.
Let's Shoot Again.
You love the sound of it- photographer.
The way it rolls off your tongue.
The way you answer people when they ask,
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
What would our world be like
if everyone was treated equally?
If every person were given the kindness they deserve
No matter their race or religion
their color or the car they drive
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,
When I was a baby: I was happy. There was no dream job, no goals to speak of. I was just happy.
I'm stuck in a place that is good for me,
It sucks, its hell ,it's weak to me.
Academics are great, and so is the school,
But the people all here act like a fool.
I go to a school that's a hidden gem
Separation of Families,
By those elite that portray false hope.
To dishearten souls across the Florida Strait,
Heating the cold
Braving the dark
Being bold
Seeking the unknown
Years pass
Memories fade
Gone; but never forgotten?
The old cliche
Stacks of files
Silent whispers
Read me
It is said that repeating the same task over and expecting different results is the definiton of crazy. But if one repeats the same task over from preschool to college expecting success, would they define us as crazy too?
She grabs a magazine and looks inside
All these "perfect women" fill the contents
A false reality seen with her eyes
Comparing herself to literal nonsense
The flawless faces photoshopped to perfection
