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When I look into your eye’s I see what you try to disguise To surmise Your pain Not in vane We are all the same Humane What defines a life is how you create it
Keep your head up, don't get fed up. Choose your roads wisely, you might like where you end up. Let your thoughts manifest into a physical form. Where you dreams can ascend, and be reborn.
invader of thought hinderance of my achievements best to tune you out
Dear Future, There are too many words in my head, Yet I can’t get them down. They swirl, they jumble, And I begin to drown. There are too many thoughts in my head, That I can’t decipher.
"I am frustrated so very frustrated." It's all for the best, I swear. It's all just a way to make you see
Is success being famous?Is success being a millionaire?Or is it being the owner of immense power?Is success a change in you?Or is it the machine form of you?What is success?Loosing me for power, The idea does not really flower.I own a castle, now
The sapling smiles at the stunning oak, Self-evident is the truth, 20 years of labor in growth, Ahead for the determined youth, Withstanding weather and standing without withering,
A glass of the reddest wine one can find, a familiar face sitting across from you, yet it is one that you cannot define. Who could it be or what could it be? Does it have the capability to see?
Stars up above Upon which hang wishes Of young children Old folks And perhaps even The occasional Starstruck lover Dreams of something Even better Than what you have
There is a fire inside all of us. It starts off as a spark, then it connects with your soul and ERUPTS
When the lights are shining down on you You finally realize that what you have worked for Strived for all year Comes down to a mere three minutes on stage So you leave your heart on the stage
If poverty dwells your wallet
First, you will get knocked down. You will fall short of glory at some point. Pressure will be obvious. This big, intimidating world will seem to work against you; you may be held at the mercy of others.
Life being bullied A young girl sullied
Who Am I... I am hopes and dreams The visions of things That people wish to see But may never be Because everyone wants, but no one tries And with no effort, all hope dies
The future is a monster is a monster in my head, I can lose focus of the curriculum that I once though was a load of shipped work. The future is the demon that provokes my stress.
What makes me, me? Is it the way I comb my hair, my brains and beauty, or the shoes i wear on my feet? What makes me any different from you? Is it because i'm so kind
Do you ever think about one situation & how one little detail could've changed everything?
It means something to go to college. Whether it be to get an education or gain respect. It means something. Whether it be to make something of yourself or to grab attention. It means something.
You go to school. You get good grades. You go to college. You graduate. You get a job. You get married. You have kids. You retire. You die. Guaranteed success.
I have been waiting on my forever, and i have found forever in your eyes. They could not fathom this, however, but in your eyes, i could see the sunrise. I am looking for a story to unfold,
Deletion. Every single one gone. The memories are fading away. No way of looking back into the past. No young faces nothing but a faded thought. Deleted forever, what once was is now gone.
I'm the pe
Happy What Is It? They say Its money They say Its not money What is Happy? They say Its family They say its marriage What is Happy? Is it light? Is it dark?
I can't explain the things that I'm feeling right now My mind, my body, my soul are being bombarded with poisenous thoughts I'm being ripped apart into a million little pieces
Shh. They can't hear you. Shh. You can't talk about that. Shh. What will everyone think? Shh. No! Ring the alarm, bang the pots, scream out loud!
It's always a good time for a drink. Drank Drunk Easy girls and wasted guys make it all the much easier to point a finger blaming a solo cup of bubbles and warm beer.
We all have problems So who are you to come at me Did you ever think that there could be a possibility that i understand In spite of what you have come to "know" We are the same, having a bad day
No one sees, no one speaks, no one listens to the mind of the weak. not here, not there, nor anywhere can this heart bear this pain. I cant breathe. I cant get past. This emotion, this judgment
Inspiration, that imperial feeling toward yourself, to express yourself, while addressing yourself with the things you do to the people who see only to judge, judge, judge you for your rights or w
The question that repeats in most minds that asscioate with me, tends to get rather tiring. "WHY DO YOU LIKE TO WRITE SO MUCH?" " I like to write because it helps me." *que questionble face and they walk away and talk about me and ask others if I
Believe To Achieve To Beleive You Must Achieve Over Come Fears And Regrets Stress Or Non-Stress
All I wanna do is play, But I'm watching the days pass away, And although you don't give me toys to chew, Master I will always love you, You walk in the door and I'm happy,
If you wan
Smiling faces everywhere How could I go wrong? Laughing children, faces fair A place where I belong This job is so rewarding Passing knowledge onto youth Wouldn't trade it for a thing
Don't ever give up. Where would we be if Abraham Lincoln didn't end slavery, fixing humanity as if it's a broken cup?
You're not happy in your
That bean size thing growing In your stomach it is showing
I am just an ordinary guy. No special talents, Good fortune, Recognized name, Extraordinary abilities, Or good luck. Yet from life, I want so much more than most ordinary people.
There is no feeling, Quite like the moments before you step on stage, In front of a packed house, Your stage director looks at you and says, 30 seconds to curtain,
I got introduced to this CREW When I became a part of DRAMA It was for my high school PLAY Some day it feels like i live HERE As if this is my FIRST HOME.