perserverance
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It has taken me a long time to realize that is doesn’t matter how long it takes,
Because no one is going to look back and see all of your mistakes.
Stroll through the park
dew on the freshly cut grass and yellow
glimmering on the path. The smell of the sun
mixed with the Pacific coast breeze.
Every year, every season, every month, and every day
I stand on the edge of a cliff,
and this cliff is called my future.
Yet, as I stare down, it begins to turn into a rift.
The doors of opportunity I see open become fewer and fewer.
I have the Power to Presevere and inspire my Peers.
I have the Power to Outweigh my Obstacles and Overcome my fears.
I am from the concrete.
Taught to be smart from books and from the streets.
I am from the Hard Times and the High bills.
From New England, with snow and icy winds with chills.
“You are the lucky one”
They tell me
“You are privileged”
Society screams
I am white, I am middle-class, I am American, but I do not always feel lucky
I do not always feel privileged
Im driving down the road
An emerald meadow bathed in moonlight
The azure river did flow
That mid summer sunday midnight
It's time for me to take a leap
From the sky above
To the sea beneath
Help me through the struggle I see
For there is a light shining just for me
The way the time may go, The way the water flows
The way the sun shines in my eyes, Today I pray
That though the storm may rage
Have you ever started to fall?
And you realize that you’re falling
And you know if you don’t catch yourself soon enough; it’ll turn into crawling.
Everything is Awesome
Why, because I’m crazy
So while I’m outside walking through the storm
Others are tucked away in comfort; lazy
I am not a martyr but a revolutionary with my poetry as my weapon i know you all wonder what a few rhyming words can do and to that i say not all poems rhyme...but i digress i am not a hero but a revolutionary with my cloak of knowledge and my ar
Limbs are lengthy like a tree.
The smile is blossoms for all to see.
Voice of syrup sweetly flows,
Kind despite all the highs and lows.
Through each winter the life persists,
Work hard and when that is not enough work harder,
Work until your flaws fade to black,
Work until people stand up and take notice,
Just listen
And listen to me good.
Hang on to every word I’m about to say.
Because I really mean it.
Don’t take it as a joke
But really understand what I feel.
It’s Crazy How People Can Remember
The Time They Had Spent With People
More Than They Can Remember The Answers To An Exam.
I Guess We All Know What We Cherish The Most...
I Knew A Guy ,
Writing a poem is easy I say
I’ll do this right now to pass time away
But suddenly I feel my brain start to daze
Before I know it my eyes are glazed
This could easily be a piece of cake
To be crude,
To be rude,
Is something she never learned.
To be sweet,
To never cheat,
Was stamped into her mind and burned.
A perfect little porcelain doll waiting in an abyss,
One day I found
Poetry needed no rhymes
So unlike,
when the piano clunked,
when my sobs sogged keys,
when my fingers clumsily blundered,
The keys I was taught to play
Displeasing Mother’s ears
Go ahead and say it
a voice like a comet
the moment at hand
the glory of this land
though growing up's tough
you become strong enough
to endure and push through
inside the red, white and blue
