Individualism
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Perhaps this was the way it was always supposed to be
Me at the bottom, the very last ladder rung
and everyone else looming above
scrambling in that
The tyranny of the sun is harsh,
Oppressing its subject
Creating laws which say you always have to smile
But smiling is hard
It's hard to when your friends all smile
I had lost something
Lost at sea it was not
I set sail but all I found were people lost
Some were following a captain
Their actions commandeered by one voice
But many were by their lonesome
We fell into the masses
Only with fear in our hearts
We only needed a start
and we put our blood in glasses
We fell into the masses
because we were forced to
We lost ourselves in the Louvre
Once upon a time, in a concealed land where no man near to wander,
a necromancer who settled in his compact cabin with worn out logs
kept him protected from the outdoors. The man with no name had
I am expected to be just like you,
And everyone else that follows you.
I will shut a door on everything you say,
I will not join in your games.
I will remain unchanged,
Unaffected by your fame.
America the DEAD
No feet stood before its coffin
No mourning was given
Nor a shed of a tear
Whose man has spoke of this soil being
G R E A T?
Should I conform?
Though it hurts, yes. It's all I can do.
I'm already employed as a labotomite in this grave conquest.
From start to finish, I'll breathe given air
I'll drink given water
Silence
The Pressure Builds
Silence is Present in Silent Space
The Pressure Builds
Silence Echoes through the Unknown
The Pressure Builds
Silence Reverberates across the Expanse
I look in the mirror and see short dark hair, light complexion and small brown eyes.
I am classified as Asian.
I am suppose to be very intellectual, focused only on studies and have strict parents.
But that is not me.
I am not the labels this world has given me.
I am not defined by anyone above or below me.
I am myself simple and clear.
The city of Los Angeles
It draws you in with a hope for glory,
A chance to truly improve your story,
Yet as you walk the city streets
You hear the sound of a thousand feet
Telling you, "It's not your day.
I'd rather be a free, black sheep of a soul
or stiffer than a piece of coal
than be bound at the neck, wrist, and ankles
by the chains of labels and stereotypes
Old Town, New City
Bussing tables just to make seven fifty
Got no time, no sleep
When I muster emotion, I go deep
Feeling down until I hit the town
Rolling through , running around
Life is monochrome,
or so they say.
A repetitive cycle of time,
repeating daily.
What has gone,
will come by again.
Where is the color in life?
Soul against soul,
Never go along with what others are doing,
for they flow like a river, endlessley pursuing,
never change your dreams when somone tells you to,
because some of your dreams, it takes only you.
Sick
of this era’s categorization,
overanalyzation,
and hasty labeling of human beings.
They label us all
smoothing stickers over our names,
I'm candid as me,
I may have red cheeks, buck teeth and my hair may not be neat,
But I'm just the perfect me,
So why bother be he or she?
Can't you see I'm just like B,
I won 10 out of 10 doing me,
My life displayed upon a screen-
I live behind a filter;
I never say what I think.
I’ve been trained to keep my mouth shut,
but my lips glossed and pink.
Without the social media, I am like all the rest.
A drop in the ocean
A stitch in a quilt
A sprout in a field
We are small
We are simple
We are important
We make up a mass
Size is insignificant
Love isn’t a voluntary feeling.
It doesn’t allow any breaks or rest.
But love allows healing,
Facades, masks, disguises,
we live in a world filled with lies.
All the fibs we tell,
we are never truly ourselves.
Conformity,
the rules set by society,
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
it powers the writer
to write one more line
it inspires the muscian
to play one more time
it rages the soldier
to take that front
it focuses the athlete
Blue lines
white paper
scribble, draw, write and assemble
"kiss me and say good-bye"
for the third time
time passes by
"I got ADD and ADHD"
every single day
hole punch me
We walk the halls in single file lines. Our desks are arranged in straight, narrow rows. Classrooms have the appearance and resemblance of prison cells. Our uniforms take away our individuality.
Standing on the balcony square,
I watched the August moon,
Its gleaming light so fair,
And I knew I would be leaving
Soon…soon.
Why am I not considered to be a good studentor even a good person anymorewhen I receive a "B"or "C"or "D"or God forbidan "F"?
I'm different, I'm different, I really am!
Believe me, believe me, it's not a scam!
I wear skinny jeans and Skrillex my hair.
This should be reason enough for you to care.
He who is Freeis a friend of Me.Any who want Slaveryor Security is my Enemy.So leave me Beor I'll cap your Kneeand sell your Kidney.
- End
Making friends is easy,we're all friends on the playground
We all share the same toys,in tag no one is left out
Time to go to a new school,it's very exciting
Lost without an identity
Anticipation and resentment
Where will I go from here?
Names, faces, and a language that I do not understand
My face is a plastic smile
Behind the façade,
What if you could evaporate in the sky
And drift freely along the twists and turns of the winds current
Travel miles upon miles over land
Showering them with your condensed vapor
Your impression
That the world will harbor the
Audacity to sever limbs from the whole truth
Are gravely mistaken.
From now on, the whole truth, and nothing less!
And in times of future toil,
"Don't do that" a common utterance of disempowerment
A three word society on its own
filled with expectation when the first mistake was made
A sense of being unloved, peaking through a pessimistic lens of hearing
Theres Something Great In All Of Us,
Something We Dont Earn But is Born Within Us,
Potential..
Potential Change The Lives Of Others and Make A Difference In World Where We
Do not tend to me,
For I am untouchable,
I am the Wind,
the Fire,
the Earth.
You are Water,
your ebb and flow
always pushing me
to you and from you,
but for no longer.
Most of us say we need it,
but do we truly believe it?
We are in constant competition to win the prize:
job positions,
checks written;
Don't look surprised.
People ask me what I believe all the time.I believe that beliefs have reason and rhyme.The reasons for mine are the signs of the times;the negativity and number of people that are blind.
Manipulative,
Greedy,
Selfish,
King.
In a world so claimed to be run by democracy,
it sure feels like a monarchy.
Like a pharaoh atop his throne in great heights,
Embrace the silence,
For it is wise.
Let it visit,
before it dies.
It is a teacher, and bearer of wealth,
It can help a soul to find itself.
My name is Syed.
It means leader in Arabic.
I was named after the many respected Muslim leaders before me.
Yesterday my name was reserved.
Tomorrow my name will be outgoing.
In my dream my name was optimism.
I am a dream.
I wonder what “to exist” entails.
I hear it’s wonderful “to exist” and
I want to exist, to BE, but still
I am worse than dead – INERT!
There is more to me than meets your eye; a past and a history that is me.
Representing the people who molded me: the ones who struggled so I might achieve.
Everything is rooted in competition
What a sad way to live
It makes me not want to give
Myself
Collectivity is lacking
Individualism is overused
All this talk is going to blow a fuse
in my brain
My shoes are discarded
The sand creeps between my toes
My feelings guarded
But as I see the waves roll
They call to me
Tempting me with a cure for my broken soul
