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What if we suddenly awoke,
Realized it'd all been a dream?
What kind of feelings would be evoked;
For us what would it mean?
And if I could give back all this time,
Run back across the line,
laughing at nothing
feeling everything
our love a rose in spring
something has changed
we have changed
into something more
maybe it was how his hand felt right in mine
It was the beginning of school, and I was having an extremely boring day,
when I made a change, without thinking what may of happen to me
Teardrop smile,She rolls with grace.Sad.Happy.Angry even.It rolls with grace,Your teardrop smile.
Because I love you,
Your happiness is mine,
Your problems are mine.
Just like I am yours.
I yearn for more
Whatever more is
More places to see
More opportunity for me
More happiness
More joy and less pain
More to be proud of
More to give
More to do
More to achieve
Happiness is the blood line for life
life is body and soul
once alligned then refined
working all your life isn't a task
but a mask, of how people precieve you
may you recieve wellness, not hate
"It's a disguisting color!"
Well, mam, I beg your pardon.
But that color I just mentioned-
Happens to be my favorite.
"It keeps you awake."
Can't deny that one,
But that's the fun,
It started out as an assignment,
Write this, write that, turn it in,
But, to me, it became something more.
Free poems, no rules, just extras in the assignment,
They became more than just a grade,
Enough.
It's a word that describes something we can never have. It doesn't matter what it is.
It could be friends, clothes, beauty, happiness, money and more.
Stranded and alone
Nothing to do but look
But I do have one thing
A nice big book
Adventures galore
Oh what this book has in store
Until something new
Washes up on shore
In your life, the saying
“Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me”
Is something you’ll hear a lot
So you want to know "who I am?"
Well who I am, is more.
It cannot be summed up in adjectives and traits.
Who I am deeper than that.
I am MORE.
If somone tuned the page and saw true the definition of me, it would be more, More than the avarage person sees.
A boulder lying over your entire existence
leaving an impression
impression, indentions from scars
scars from giving in after trying so hard
hard to breathe under the weight on your shoulders
His forearm is cooled by the sweat of his elbows.
The fire is started in his hand, in a ski mask and shell toes.
Whisps of ashy gray smoke occasionally drift over the walls. Sometimes, when the wind blows just the right way, I can smell the charred, silent world outside of my fortress.
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We all Want More.
One more Job
One more Friend
One more Dollar
One more Life
Curtains are drawn at night,
To shield our fragile minds
From obscurities
Mute outside.
Half are opaque,
Half are translucent.
Variety feeds the filters
One of my old poems:
Sometimes I feel like a puppet,
Pulled along in another's hands
Obeying the orders to do this or do that
My every rebellion already orchestrated
A lot more to learn
A lot more to take
Never ending the questions
Circling the cavity of my head
In society people pin themselves in categories
Ones that they aspire to be apart of
Ones they are apart of
And ones that they want people to think they're apart of
This causes shame
Aim to be.
Strive to be.
Live to be.
But why?
How can we be something if all social stanards thrive to categorize us?
I know that I am not perfect
You are not perfect
You're like the swaying of trees
Or a breath of fresh air
A feeling so lovely
Why must we always question authority?
Obviously we should back down,
We're simply the minority.
I'll tell you why we stand and fight,
Why we won't give up the shiny crown,
Enough with radical equations and notations
And teach us about the struggles of life
Teach us about business plans and their relations
And educate us on how to survive the night
That back seat far into the corner,
I become unseen.
Though I do the work that you ask,
Why can I not just be me?
You tell us to be our selves,
But when we do, you shut us down,
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 ,
"More"
Written By: Madison P. B.
Wanting so badly
Wishing for more
But how can I ask that of you?
I should be happy
That I get something
The tides usher the same waves
Resounding old news:
Blood, death, slavery
To hatred.
Wrath, fear, envy.
The cold tides rend the soles of my feet,
They tear at the men and women on the bank,
A student is someone who engages in their own goals, aspirations, and dreams. I consider myself going beyond my objectives. My goal is the mere want and need of success.
Things have changed
We're not the people we were yesterday
The rules have been rearranged
and difficult to keep plain.
We're more than sugar, spice and everything nice
There's beauty in the soul
If you gaze real deep
There's hope in the veins
That keep the hearts beat
There imagination painting
Blurred dreams behind the eyes
