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at the edge of the world
I stand and take in
the spray of waves on my face
the expanding sky
at the edge of the ocean
I wait for a sign
Staring in the sky
In this deep blue eve,
Thinking once again
Of those past gone days.
Old patches still hurt my heart
Scared pain threatens my way
Oh am trapped in mysterious world.
Is it stupid to believe that you are capable of anything that you set your mind to?
Do some people feel like that no matter how hard you work they may never come true?
This poem reflects a bad relationship:
Dear whoever cares,
My heart hurts.
My stomach hurts
My chest hurts.
It's my entire body actually.
I feel like I forgot how to breathe.
This isn't right.
i admire the crayons
for no matter how you push
or how hard the pressure
they'll pick themselves up
and cling to their other
i admire the crayons
for when in times of stress
they melt together
The world is notBlack and whiteIt's gray -Millions of shades of itAnd it's hard to knowWhat's rightAnd wrongAnd what's in-betweenIn that gray area
You talk about all the money that you blowed
Preaching to our youth to get throwed
You Rich and Famous acting like you really cold
This is one thing you never really told
That the mainstream gettting old
We don't believe in change, at my school It's actually quite a pain Why wouldn't they want their students to learn Such an essential thing? A course was created and designed to help construct student leaders and yet the course is criticized By m
More emotion than you could ever know is poetry
Yes , its when I feel a vague entity
But you do understand, you understand the monogamous relationship
"Hey! Remember me?No?Come on! Don’t you recognize me? Your best bud since that quiet scary night in 93. You were just a babe, remember, sleeping in the dark? When I swept in like a clever snake and crept into your heart.
Time enchants her victim, begs me near to sharp being…Wraps round frail shoulders as she tickles porcelain cheek.
Someone once asked me the question,
“What are your fears and your dreams?”
It's too hot,
It's too cold,
I'm tired,
I don't want to go.
All excuses
to escape and hide
from your fears and failures
but what is really the thing
I write to be Ambitious
I write because I'm Notorious and
When I'm feeling Glorious
I write to Educate and
To Lead with my Intelligence
I write because I'm Caring
I write to get through Anxiety
Focus our eyes.
Are we stuck in the wilderness?
Lead us to the promise land.
Lead on, lead on...
We are the chosen ones.
We stand together.
When you call, we will answer.
You will provide.
How does the world turn?
Do angel wings beat the air?
No! We make it move.
Surely you feel it;
The planet's strong heartbeat.
Giving us power.
How does the world turn?
Do angel wings beat the air?
No! We make it move.
Surely you feel it;
The planet's strong heartbeat.
Giving us power.
