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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
Little things , Just the littl
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.
Out there floating in the sky
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
Student, teacher, successful, failure.
Defendant, Plantiff Existentialist Society
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