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A man A poet the one whom will put thoughts together I am a stoic. but what I am not is how I create shift swirl change and re-make. only my input will increase my stake.
Upon this dusty track I roam to see what I will see What will come and what has been, all that time brings And on this trip I laid my sight on an old worn memory Of two children who were young and full of  innocence
Sea shell at the bottom of the wave water crashing down forcing it to be brave as the watchers sit at the beach one decides to take a leap a step into the wave to save that shell
When we make decisions we lead with logic or emotion So the final outcome won’t make us feel like we’re drowning in the ocean The head makes sense and thinks of the long run
Through that happy dream Open this wide gray doorYell then step and screamWhat is this place all for?
Starting and Stopping   Sometimes, the hardest part is knowing When to start
I am in the throes  of the time of a young life when all that matters is which college I will attend.  I always say I am drawn to one.  I wish it was for the pretty
Take a road on the jet-black highway, You are about to embark on a new adventure, The scorching sun hits the surface as the heat waves rise, The eagles fly high above the flower-decorated cacti,
Dear Angelite My tiny crystal Light blue like the clear sky I met you this past summer in a barn at the farm I realized your power and felt your vibration
Decide Take your time Life’s too short To waste on lies Tell the truth But only if it’s right Right and wrong You decide I’m sick and tired Of hearing that line
Confusions not decisions Because decisions don't take this long to make. Head going in circles on which road to take. Should I go left or should I right.
Mad as a hatter they  Always say. Down with bloody big   Head or so he says. Always watching over me, Thinking that I wouldn't notice him there, Thinking that I'd be better off with out him.
Dad won't shut up. Colleges won't give up. When all the pressure just builds up. You want to just drop it all. Scream at the wall. I'm not good enough anyway. Let me go astray. 
"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellaions." Shooting across the sky of my brain. I try to change their position to avoid the pain
My fear is not of material things It's of a choice, and the ripples it beings I'm so much more than a list of talents Yet on them, my life hangs in the balance   The question is: who do I want to be
It will be hard and there will be doubt but you don’t give up. You are weak to the words of the wise around you and second-guess yourself.
everyday everyday is a struggle, everyday i, we act like someone else.   to fit in we use sarcasm, afraid to show eveyone who we are, we hide,
I turn the corner lose control
Not knowing what i was going to see I found my self in a place where i wanted to be
Mother, why did you to take my life away? Why couldn’t I be allowed to live? Why must I never see the world? Was a grave all that you could give?
I am stuck in a very confined place Where there are decisions I need to make But no one can understand my true face As I proclaim out loud “it’s a piece of cake” With these thoughts my head spins frantically
So tired of playing the same sick games Running around in circles playing whose to blame We fight we fight you’re mad you go date around Then when you aint happy Im left to be found
Don't know what to do. Can't have my cake and eat it too.  I can go to one school and then transfer. Or I can go to another school and transfer somewhere else. I don't know what I want.
I know what you're thinking I know just how you feel The things in life, they don't seem to be real How can everything end up this way? How can I alleviate my pain?
When your used to speeding through life, As I have done in such a short time, Running every stop sign, Shifting up through red lights, Ignoring every sign of caution, Total disregard for the consequences,
Fret. Regret. Anxiety. Worry.   These are the things that held me down. These were the things that haunted me One big confusion. one big disaster, spinning out of control,
Ditch the ground rules, A bounty of no regrets; Desires fulfilled against the ethics, Weaving the art of manipulation. Mind games to consider realism As a slash to the crossroads.
" You little brat" I wouldn't believe you, I had no reason to. "That's what you are a brat!" It was just a little mess, just clothes on the floor. "you don't care about anything except your self."
Miles to, hundreds from Where my hearts pulled Where the sun drowns Where the wind doesn't blow, We sit in silent war.   The cry's cold cut on the brink of hysteria
Is this the end? Or just the end of the beginning, The path in front of me seems infinite, The more I run, the longer it extends. Yet I can not stop because my heart wills it. The pain and the agony,
You're walking home from the store It's burning on the pavement floor You have this sudden urge, what for? To pick it up and smoke it   You've never cared to try it When "peer-pressure" as they call it
Though the walls crumble around us Though our time may be but short Though a thousand more surround us And grim grows the report Will you choose to stay here? The choice is as you please
What am I I love music I love food I love soccer What am I Do you know can you tell me Some say I'm crazy some say I'm ugly What am I
What if you were a bird, my dear? What would happen then? Would you decide to fly off one day never to return again?
Imagine if the judgment was switched. Imagine if being hetero was frowned upon. Picture the bullying you would get every day, Since being “straight” tempted you to pull the trigger on the gun. “All you’re good for is breeding,” they would say.
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