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She rises with the morning,
She lights all that she sees,
Her warming rays embrace me,
Reminding me of my worth.
She never stops her shining,
She dries all of my tears,
My path laid hidden before me,
too tangled by thorned vines
to spark within me a desire to discover
what waited beyond the masked trail.
Instead, I paced outside the entrance of my beckoning path
One week does not seem like nearly enough time
Not enough time to build a house
Not enough time to truly find a way to love those around you
Health was
Failing,
Falling,
Losing.
Spirit was
Depressed,
Distressed,
Low.
I couldn't
See
The light
Ahead,
Though I
Had
I Wish
Upon a lot of the stars in the sky
To become and to bloom and expand into something that I could never be right now
I just want to go
To go run across the earth and pump my legs as fast as I can
This place is too good
The honors too great.
The Best of the Best
The Best and the Brightest.
That’s what they said.
Dust swirls around my face
My shirt sticks, reluctant to release my back
Hot sun covers everything, and brightens the area
Hope,
a hallow word
nothing without hands
or heart.
Each day awakens
children cry
stock markets crumble
the world is a lie.
But to imagine a world
I want to share a life lessonThat took me time to see:How choices make the world go roundAnd how it starts with me
I take a step closer and I look at Him in awe.
So pure and divine.
Creater of my world, Savior of my life.
Only for You, I would kill with a knife.
In school we learn so many things
We learn the rules, the terms, the strings.
We learn what is wrong and how to get it right.
We learn the facts that have governed life
In math we get the formulas to solve
There is no need.
For your kind words.
It was an HONOR .
To have served.
In the United States Marine Corps
Of the Nation of my birth.
My four uncles in my family.
When my dad lets me borrow the car
I don't even have to drive far
As soon as the car is on
I turn up my favorite song
As soon as I arrive, I embrace the others who have already arrived
With hugs
one, moment that changed our lives.
as you told me the news
Holding my hand
Two seconds for it to sink in
I let the tears fall
three days before you left
walking away from us leaving
What is an education?
It is factual, theoretical, practical, or negligable,
does it enlighten, brighten, heighten, or deepen
the degree and impact that is actually accredited.
You slap me, hit me, and rape me like a hound.
Do you think I am your toy? Am I your pet you can treat in any manner you wish?
You put me to run around the fields in the snow, the heat, and the thunderstorms.
Everyday I see
the tradgedies around me,
But yet I never think to change
something that is within my own range.
To provide love and happiness
to those that only know fear and lonlieness,
What is a stereotype?
The god fearing religious girl
Who has an addiction to a razor and suicidal thoughts?
The blond blue eyed cheerleader who has an eating disorder
And a dad that beats her?
I'm a pacifist.
But I have been
in my share of battles.
The enemy? Myself.
Merciless self-destruction,
and a murderous mind
Sending bombs of hate,
and landlines of lies.
I have become a nobody,I am on a road to nothingness.This road is made of pills and blades,
Empathy is better than sympathy, sympathy is the back bone in "common courtesy".
However, in this 2014 world, humans seem to deny and reject the love each one deserves.
You have heard it said so many times
Each time I hear it my determination climbs
Chase your dreams don't let them get away
For if you do in the end you will pay
So go out in the world and make a name for yourself
Picking at her bloody wounds
There she hides inside her room
Reliving that awful night
Shes sinking, drowning, drenched in frieght
tears stain her mournful eyes
wishing what she heard were lies
We prepare long and hard Sweating and in pain We arrive and the the air is dry and stiff I hear no language that I know And acknowledge my detachment from familiarity We arrive to our new home After a bumpy ride In a run-down, old, moldy bus The
Take me back to the days of a Ghanaian sunset.
When hope dwelled above the waters of despair
And I gazed into the eyes of a sinking soul.
Where trust and fear were honest and pure --
Often times I tend to find
That all the times we fight and fight
To be an individual
Or even feel that we have pull
To say in how we want to be
We’re fighting anonymity
