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Its so easy to lose the meaning of who you are
I have come to realize that it's hader than what it seems. A dream job, your dream job.
All my life you sang me one song, Education. To go to college And gain exceeding knowledge, That I would need to succeed, Now you say That I may have to stay? For you cannot pay
I am sorry. i am sorry for shredding you to pieces when you deserved to be cherished. i'm sorry for the six years of abuse i put you through and thought that you deserved.
Actor, business man, football player, teacher- dream jobs, dream goals, different forms, different roles, mind and heart, brain and matter to each their own, in my dream i save the world-
I live in a world where passion lies deep and no one is willing to dig. Pass me my shovel piling sweat and tears, I will dig for not only your souls, but mine. I love you, and passion will be restored.
I am wild. I am spectacular. I am wildly passionate. I am jealous. I am human. I do dumb things. I make a fool of myself. I have a wondering and imaginative mind, I only see the good in people and I'm infatuated with the idea of love.
Two hands grew five flared fingers, no longer scared. Fear not lingers in my beating heart, perplexed, Prepared. Bice and fore outstretched and flexed I'm edgy for my start
One job could save my life Make me live or make me die Make me happy or make me cry One job could save my life
Thinking your life is right on track, Then a sharp turn sends you spinning off course Slowly and steadily you move back to where you left off As things get back into place, You decide to take e a short cut.
Excruciating Love Never have I encountered such a plight In which my heart contradicts its morals. Her skin is dun, while mine is fairly light
One job may change my life you see, From streets, to office desk, or sea. There are passions, there are hobbies, Jobs as front desk clerks in lobbies. We work so we may live our lives,
One job that would change my life is teaching a yoga class
Don't tell me you love me Don't you dare whisper that in my ear I will not fall for it I will not listen
When I walk past the door I smile While others might sigh or groan or pout For I know that this is the place where your life begins. When I hear the bell toll I smile
Sitting at a desk Trying to stay in context Before the big test
I am the inspiration in a writer’s colorful, exotic, painting. I am the warmth in a fuzzy pair of winter mittens. I am the bright segment of colors in a dull room.
It was a job for most They were run down, tired, overworked He was different He spoke to me Made math fun School was hard But Math was fun This one time In middle school
Easy nor Quick. Never Once must I Falter, During The Challange To Obtain Occupational Perfection. The Road Ahead, Found to be Rocky, Yet I must Persevere To Obtain
one job may change my life but what about others? the life I live and the life they live they intertwine if my dream job changes my life how can i change the lives of others
If I don't scream, do I still feel pain? The answer is yes. My pain is real and hides behind walls I do not let it get in my way I stand above it, I show the world that I am stronger
Although you are sound asleep, I lay awake counting sheep. I can't dream of anything better, than picturing you in that ugly cat sweater. Your smile lit up in the dark, you say, hey, I'm Mark.
The curtain closes around a bed of white Beep beep ringing in my ears Bright flashing of fluorescent light As a woman sits there spilling tears Death is unfair and sadly sweet
Words are dominant and strong, yet dainty. Words bring the thoughts and emotions buried deep in a subconsciousness to life and breath.
To some, school is a place to socialize and meet new friends, To others, school is a struggle, that often leads to dead ends. Some have dreams of becoming an actor,
The thrill chases the chill
~Prosperity~ Year after year, season to season, We face our fears - with good reason.
Honestly My dream job is to be spokesperson As a surivor of sexual child abuse I believe I have a lot to say To stand for And to do I did not just survive for myself
I didnt know That you loved me We seemed like best friends Your love I couldnt see Pass that smile Pass that face Everything seemed fine Together in place But then i found out
I don't know what my dream job is, but whatever I do, I want to make a difference. I don't care about earning dollars and cents which I can use to buy a car or a house with a nice, big fence.
Why me? What can I do? Why am I more deserving than others for financial elevation? I’m not.I’m just a girl with dreams of making a differenceBut I want anyway.I want to erode my own name out into history
While wishing upon a star You stopped to think of who you are A person who has school as the main equation
High School always been a cham Now it's coming to an end College is coming what's done? What's planned? You got to get your head out of the sand. Go out an apply see what you can do
The yearning of comfort leaves me empty and alone; thirsting emotion and unique love. As does waiting for that first intimate moment shared in a kiss; the simple, yet monumental knighting of womanhood in America.
Scribble. Scribble. Line. Loop the "L", rewrite. Make it neater. More Scribble. Pause. Reread. Does it work? Does the emotion work? Does it clearly represent the charachter?
There's so much to be done To this planet of ours The pain and the hurt Suffering as hot as Mars The beauty that surrounds us Now covered in gunk Slimed over by humanity
I am not an artist. I am not an athlete. I don’t have a way with words. To some I am a literary architect. To others a tortured soul. But to those few who know me, a regular teenager.
In the darkness you will find my heart, or what is left after i fall apart. it's only natural to fall off the edge once more it's happened everytime before. In the daylight you find my soul
What are you thinking? President Lincoln? About the American Revolution this weekend? What are you thinking? Jay Gatsby? Abut How F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote you very sassy?
I never thought having your own opinions about life could be thought of by others as a bad thing. That was until athiest, vegetarian, and gay marriage supporter became very important defining factors that describe me, and the way I feel a
Broken in sadness I play the keys silently Modulate for me
It's a lonesome life,but with a flame that entices the soul To attract others and fight the good fight, in our hearts, you know you're right. But what happens when someone takes the keys,
I yell to the stars but only the clouds hear me I stomp my feet but the ants dont fear me I cry but no tears fall I reach out for help but noones there Crying out help but the people just stare
Everyone watches but no one sees. what is happening to me? Something sits on my chest but I see nothing there. Why can't I breath? It comes from nowhere. The shadow grows in my eyes.
When I was younger And the stars seemed far away I used to revel in the gold encrusted words Of my parents I used to hang from their vowels And dangle from their consonants
When the air is filled With excitement and thrill, The Day has just begun. When a child that frolics With daisies and lollies,
J. O. B. Is it work or is it something free? Is it something I do or something i can be? The Job that will change my life is something free. When i mean free I dont mean pricewise
One Day.One Job.I'll see differently
I will not be defined by what size I wear I am not fat I am thick
The poisoned mind Is a threat and a burden
Squeaky white tile floors White walls Lumpy beds This is where I belong Among the wounded, among the sick Never turning an injury away Whether it be plain to see or not
Driving down a road Scanning every detail. Maybe we'll spot a toad or even something with a tail. We'll hike through the forest or find ourselves in the Amazon. Unable to rest,
This is it, What I have been preparing for, The dream I held onto when thoughts of being an astronaut or a princess were lost somewhere in a seven year olds mind. I have been working for this my entire life,
My dearest poet, do not study for hours another's poetryfor you will hinder your wordsRich painter, do not gaze in a fellow's perspectivefor you will stifle your perception
I am not a fool I'm only himan And I'm bound to make mistakes Understand I've always had what it takes What it takes to love you And what it takes to stay with you Yeah I might have been hurt
Once upon a dream She lived Lavishly, Where happiness felt clean To the soul of purity Invited all in unity They laughed endlessly Enjoying the offering of peace In eternal divinity
I'm pouring out the water. Holy from the tap. But they want a sweeter version.
Sunflowers dancing in the light, Hidden but not out of sight; Gathered in anonymity, But not without solemnity.
She sits on rooftops, like a bat in the trees Patient for them to close their eyes So she can take all that they have Only watched by the pale moonlight No remorse is felt
Blissfully sailing on a relaxing excursion. Calm waters, birds flying all around Bright blue skies surrounding. Everything a carefree paradise.
No man shall choose another’s destiny Gods among earth we are not My work will drive me as far as I let it For this is where ambition and wishing will split Humble actions influence outgoing impacts
When someone says thank you That look of relief, These are the things that I think are neat. The twelve hour nights The patients that fight, These are the things that make me sigh.
Fixing the world isn't easy
Am I pretty? When you look at me what do you see? Of course, you see the way my thighs rub together when I walk.
My first appointment of the day Is little boy Tommy who is always scared. All I want to do is help educate him. Hopefully he comes in prepared. She is going to think I'm lazy
What is life if its not what you do? Jobs here, jobs there just stacking up like entires of a resume, but none defines me but what if? instead of saying: "I work at.." I say "I am"
When I think
In the hallways of my school, some girls think they're cool, while the guys only drool. They cough and they scoff, but I want them to back off. I hide my feelings
If there's one thing in this world that can bring true happiness it would be showing and telling and helping others toward true greatness. To educate and build
I want to be a star, a movie star. The main attraction of my film.
My life would change in a flash Simple as someone turning on a monitor Then the CPU Waiting for it to boot up Going into the archives Then, finally Adding a new profile
As a child we grow up knowing exactly what we want to be when we actully grow up A fire fighter is what I wanted to be The red lights and water is what excited me But the tragedy of 9/11 also frighten me
A color Changes the whole game. An accident Causes a beautiful "new world order".
I am not complaning, but I live life in struggle Every corner that I turn, missing pieces to my puzzle Since bullying exist, l've lived life in a bubble. I wasnt affiliated with it, I never really got in trouble.
I want to be unknown. I want to be quiet, I want to be sheltered.
I need a job that could change whole life And maybe then will shit start going right I wouldn't have to be worried about my moms Or my sisters and brothers crying about the lights going off The water and the cable
The role I took on is not one for the weak. I must be strong for the patient in my care. I am the advocate for those who cannot speak. I breathe for them when they can no longer move air.
When people ask me if I’m going to college, I say yes, but leave it at that. I don’t want to tell them I’m a spineless submitter to a system of postsecondary education
When I close my eyes at night, I slip into a light sleepSome would call it a dream,But dreams often imply a lack of control-Of course, dreams are rmade of past enounters and future desires,
Philosophies Drift amuck in a waterless world Catching on to anything Within hand’s grasp We strive to find purpose To stake our land To hold our place To say “we were here”
I travel down this road with no definite end, Where intersecting streets and pathways blend To create a connected community of dreams Whose homes are filled with lights that gleam
Maybe I’ll be a doctor That helps patients get better, Or maybe a meteorologist, Who brings you today’s weather. Maybe I’ll be a Chef That can cook a five star meal, Or maybe the next host
It can be any of them. Just please give me one. They don't have to be playing Frozen; the job doesn't have to be fun. I want to sweep the floors, take your tickets, show you your seat,
America's highways are all Route 66 America's highways are all Route 666 Why'd the hobo cross the road--to get the other side Dotted yellow line a new kind of divide Thumb out, took his last free ride
The scraps on the heap of the world are art. I just choose to make them my own and call it my creative side. Reality bent for societies' eyes Stupid, smart Unsatisfactory, full
Tangle me in the bleeding, throbbing, messy knot of emotion Command me to help, to aide, to care And you will see a machine unable to process a garbled voice command The Mind barking orders to the comatose heart
A woman tried to save her life from a man that believed the only way to love was to beat his wife Patient x-rays displayed the six inch cuts carved in her face and her entire jawbone knocked out of place
I've known what I wanted to be since 7th grade So my dream job is to a pastry chef I want to be on Cupcake Wars and Unique Sweets I want a show on the Foodnetwork Channel I also plan on opening my own bakery one day
Please take a minute and look into my eyes I'm going to speak a little of my demise You see, Just one job could change my life if you look at me, you can't see my strife
Failure is not an option, as my soul has been catapulting towards this dream since I could mutter the first words of my existence.
Bearing the torch of knowledge, Casting the light of compassion, Into lands darkened with illness. Like a candle transferring its ilght, Awakening a new shine, In the dull eyes of the sick,
Creativity. Creativity. Creativity. The sole thought rattles my brain day in and day out,
My dream job will change my life, Not just mine, but of those around me. My dream job is in the medical field And I would be helping people indirectly. No having to deal with neither blood nor body excretions.
There's a road in the meadow parting it left and right a side where the sun rises and the other for the moon at night and now I have to choose the side I belong to
One Job Following my passion Pursuing my dreams Creating Content Building Relationships Helping Others My Dream Job: Creative Professional
if i could be anything in the world, free of bindings and seeking only my heart and happiness, i'd be one who fills the world with their heart and imagination.
I've seen the pain of a thousand lies tearing through your soul I've seen the bruises of anger beaten down upon your pliable flesh Furious fists flying, pushing, swinging, never ending, never stopping
Thunderous applauseA steady, continuous chanting of my nameThat's what I live forThis is what I want
The sun shines graciously above me I am sure of it today will be a great day As I walk through the door the scent of pine and Lilly illuminate my nostrils I have arrived
I'd like to be a master of a different type of wave,
A bussiness person is what I dream to be.
I have been told To walk a mile in somebody else’s shoes If you want to understand anyone better So I wanted to know my mother, and father too Only to realize from the start-they had no shoes
While everyone else wants to get famous or be on TV, I just want to cook and serve food different from the what the eye can see, Hot saute pans and seasonings, Desserts and fresh bread,
Fighting the fight one day at a time Problems keep arising, repeating like rhyme Keep your head up, more important knees strong Scratch them and bruise them when days seem long The goal a good life
My memory is flimsy, weak to the remembrance but… Never forgotten are the sentiments that cause my heart to cry Savory veracity Appeal to my palette
When you walk in, You hide your fear, You fist your hands
Children, playing, learning, Making a difference in young lives, Education is key for their future, Teaching, making a difference, Changing not only my life, But also the little lives I touch.
Eyes closed … Breathing deep,
Lights! Camara! ACTION! You don't have to be an actor, for your workplace to be a stage. Just give me a desk and a computer and I'll show you my magic. Dreams have a way of creeping out into reality.
Children The soul's simple essence The proof of our presence Children Feeling forgotten Mocked, chided, and beaten Children Sticky and stumbling Funny and frightened
My dream job is an open door it's what I'm paying all this fucking money for My dream job is Graphic Design It'll be some time before I get it in line, 4 years of school and $100,000 down the drain
I say science, and they see an endless stringof binary code and digits in single file,test tubes and lab ratsand my eyes dead like mindlessness, likea love of creationcan be muddied up
Faces of cursoriness, envy, hope, and excitement controls the room Wanting deeply to get the latest Some are trying to get a promotion on their first day Well respected eyes gleam of desire to be the one in all elitism
Singers, celebrities, artists, Concerts, shows, events… Famous or unknown, Advocates or critics, Succeeds or failures. The importance of promotion, Right management and development.
The Test Tests to attend college, tests in college Tests in medical school, skills tested as a resident Tested to see what it takes to become a doctor,
My yellow brick road is outlined
"How are we feeling today?" "How much have you eaten?" "Let's check your weight." "Have you ever hurt yourself?" "Are you hearing things?" "Are you seeing things?" An interrogation
Brian Guex Greater purpose then myself One job to change mine and others life To preach to the adults of tomorrow greater meaning Something that does not require a knife
I wanna act like you're gonna understand what I'm trying to say and relate But truth is empathy seems to be dying, wasting, and endangered We're all facing different demons No one to go to
One job may change my life “The thing about pain . . . it demands to be felt.” As I look around, I see it:
I want to go into business and economyMake some money and change the way people thought of meI'm tired of people thinking I can't do it like I'm just an act of comedy
Late at night I slave away, my fingers feeling raw My weary eyes are drooping fast, my knuckles at them claw. Why do I put myself through this? This never-ending toil?
My Dream Job By : Yulene Amador My Dream Job consists of many things Adults and children and maybe even dogs My Dream Job would be a well payed job where it would put a smile on my face
It can't be done. You can't act in films. You're from Missouri, where dreams grow to die, like weeds under the sun. They shout so loud, it bounces off the stars, meaning I can't even sleep to dream at night.
I have an addiction, that I can't seem to break. I tend to help others fix their mistakes. I put others' happiness before my very own, and I make sure their potential becomes known.
When I was supposed to be young and carefree, my friends fell in love too many times and fell asleep to nursery rhymes. But not me. I grew up fast and realized that life isn’t what it’s cracked up to be.
Sit and watch the darkness fall, Ambition calling, call, call, call.Answer, Answer, doesnt she hear?
I Wish We all have certain things we wish, Certain things we wish to switch.
The natural foliage creeping down the counter, Draping over the polished tanned walls. Reflecting ergonomic finesse, Cleanly tracing the muscular lining, Of a fresh carcass.
I don’t want to live in a constant rhythm Singing the same melody, From within this frail and mortal heart I want to pour out all that I have. To be the hands and feet Of an invincible unchanging love
Films are storys brought out to life. The heart skippes a beat A smile is drawn on your face
Once you turn your face heavenwards; To engage in daily conversation that is, to return to Earth, merits a physical un-tilting of the head; from the angled to the staid, erect position, eyes intently glazed over.
One job may give me hope. One job may define my life. One job; the chance to change my future. One place, North Carolina. One place, the destination of my growth. One place, the animal sanctuary.
I used to be a weird little girl Who'd rather play with lizards than pearls. In the fifth grade I had an obsession with tigers Almost as strong as Napoleon with ligers.
Savinig lives daily, Protecting them from the end, My job is to save
The screaming and crying. The tears and fears. The cold hospital hallways seem so long. Children sticking close to whom they belong. "Its ok" I will tell them,
My life has been a constant battle Against a dictator of sorts; The kind that all angsty teenagers Hope to one day sue in courts, Their mother. My mother was nothing but good
Mahmoud A true story My mother and I stood in the Afghan refugee camp Solemnly and nervous, I stared as they stared back "This is where I came from," she said to me
My one chance My one chance to go college My one chance to have my dad back in my life Where he can say that he is proud of me Without putting up a fight
Question, helps me see the problems that lie ahead, research, shows me the information on what is to come, hypothesis, gives me hope for what there may be, experiment,
Imagine waking up one day and finally discover a cure for cancer. Imagine finding a new cure for anything. Hearing people scream your name in chants or seeing tears of pure hope.
One job above them all, a power to change a power to motivate To teach love instead of hate One job to speak out to youth To tell them a story of the things that I've learned
We all have a goal in life, Become a ballerina, baseball player, or be in the circus. My dream is to become a National Geographic photographer.
One day, I'll wake up Shower, get dressed, kiss my huband good-bye I'll drive my car to work I'll sit in my office, behind my desk Or maybe I'll walk down a hospital hall Or maybe
I want to touch the soul, with words that sounds like gold. I want to hold the world's feelings in the words of my notes. I want to behold the power to have my written word uncontrolled.
Extractions, fillings, and drillings Placing crowns on pearls Brightening a future Bracing the serpentine white line Cleaning away remnants of the past All just parts of my soon to be dream
The sky is polluted, the water is brown, You see some trash floating around. The world is changing, for the Earth too quickly,
Just one job could change my life, Make me rich, or help me find a wife
I’m lost. I know that much.
Why do I dream to be a Veterinarian, it’s funny that you asked. A Tiger, A Mother. A Hunter Striped orange and white Totally different from a Deer Who is as though appears Inferior
Doors on either side, Endless forward and backward. I need to decide which door to go toward. I know what I desire, But what door it's behind is a gamble. Knowing which one is impossible,
Michelle Guex My One Dream Job The lights shine down on me I might not be as famous as Whoopi
All I need is the opportunity, I seek the help offered to me. All I want is to change a life. I need not strife.
I've got six sources of dreaming, clear The words all tumble bright, and fear Is choking cloaking, smogging roping Round my throat and twixt my ears. What am I doing here? I'm learning phonetics,
It is More Than a Dream 18 years of work.
All I need is a moment. Better yet, all I have is a moment. This One Job may change my life! For me, it's a matter of life or death. And Right now I'm dying inside but this moment is all I have left.
Dream Job? How about a dream feeling?
“All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts” - William Shakespeare
To act To pretend To live To understand To portray To explain To give an example To inspire To motivate To entertain To understand To act
Nirvanna is what I seek; the Paradise thought lost, the Great Hall Let me dig, let me cram crawling through flickering passages Hollowed tombs rich with an era Tongue tied tumbling over guttural grunts
Women have the opportunity, to have the power they so desire. I rise above to shine in the eye, the peculiar, curious eye of society. I shine as bright as the sun with the job I have just won.
A step away from victory An inch away from the final A lengths away from The End Frustration, Disappointment, Blues The ringing sensation of failure lingers You leave wishing
I dive deeper Into the numbers and letters and When I come up for air, Nobody knows where I've been but Me and my secret coded feature It's everyone's and it's mine.
maybe maybe i'll find that dream job
1. While watching a documentary in class I heard the term American-Japanese war in an interview over B-roll of the bombing of Hiroshima
Creamy smoothness under your fingers Curled up; cat-like Minutes ticking by the world surrounding you has vanished It's only you; eyes devouring piece by delicious piece word by beautiful word
Some said to pick a job One that made lots of money Others said to follow your dreams Even if it won't make millions I wanted it all, I did A nice house and car, A husband, a family
Never want to sit down Wild and freeThis is how it needs to be Please dont cry
There was a girl in hospital. “I’m a monster,” she kept saying. “If you’re a monster, you’re the prettiest monster I’ve ever seen,” a nurse told her.
I don't know what I'm going to be or where I'm going to end up or what I'm going to see I wish I could have all the answers, but I don't, and I never will
In a new studio
“Wow, what a psycho” Says the girl sitting next to me. How clever she is Laughing at the uncontrollable misfortune of others.
Walking down the street I see them Picking up the trash off the street Without them I wouldn't have somewhere to walk Without them, my life would change Walking into school I see them
A glance into the future is what we all hope to see. What lies in that moment will essentially drive who we will be! What do we hope to accomplish is a challenge in itself?
If you think you are lost Then you are not alone For fear of failure Is not very known We all reside with it ticking away But rare are those
The type of job which would change my life is becoming a famous author. The way becoming a famous singer would change my life is everything I did the public would know about. I wouldn't really have a free moment to myself.
“You can be anything you want to be—a doctor or a lawyer.”My father was a math man, a mad man; definitely not a family man.I was a dreamer, an idealist; a girl tormented with wanderlust and impatience.
There are 77,600,000 girls around the world who do not attend school. Not 77,600,000 children or adults or people all put together.
People say white sheep are the chosens Black sheep are the outcasts Inaccurate Both are sheep In a breed of Lawyers, accountants, doctors The world is only Black And
Thanks for the car mom and dad But I need more money for gas I'm still mad that you made me take out the trash Thanks for letting play soccer But my cleats are old, I need a new pair
One job may change a life So, shoot for the stars What do you have to miss out on? You'll never know what could be Until you decide what it will be
Don’t go to law school. Lawyers have the highest rate of alcoholism. You’re going to have so much debt. Why on earth would you want to be a lawyer?
When I was young I wanted to become a chef but that thought changed ever since i knew death I realized I wanted to help people so I aimed to become a nurse knowing that I would have to study everyday like a curse
My reflection is brown, i can always count on a mirror to never discriminate. But when i look, i can only see a kid with dreams and nothing more.
We all know the story of Adam, Eve, and the apple she bit which damned every generation. Because of that, I'm afraid to take risks. I might as well say I'm afraid to live.
A man on the street corner Selling flowers for the poor; A woman sellin her time For a future for her children A man soiling his hands To overcome a deep despair. We all have a story.
The sick and the dying, The needy and the hopeless, Who do they look to for aspiration? The strong and the immune, The lucky and hopeful, Who do they look to for guidance?
Business/Finance major, aint no yelow brick road. Its going to be tough, but I aint gona fold. Im going to be a CEO, getting that paper, Watch me rise to the top, like an elevator. Haters - all the support I need.
His hands are long and spindly;
All my life, it's been You point the way, I'll get us there. I'll struggle through, and reach the goal. I can overcome any obstacle, but don't know where to start. Today, I take the wheel.
ONE JOB. . . One hope, One ambition. Is what we are made to choose, during our high school days. Before we are 18, and can legally smoke. Before we are 21,
I want it I really do. It is just really hard. I do it because I have to. I wake up every day with a smile on my face. It hopes of one day obtaining what I need. I tell everyone that I will succeed.
A little boy tells his father"I want to be an air force pilot, I want to knock on the sky.I want to see where the angels live and where God sits on high."His father grins and he says "Mijo, you'll be the best.
I am a flower in the desert, holding out for the rain. The sun has been hot and taunting, mocking my goals and my name.
a foreign step shifts a pebble. flashes of a man paralyze her and her daughter cries; he's found us. a decrepit old man moves past her without so much as a look. not one to fear but not one to help.
What is my dream job? Some may call it outlandish and immature Others say it is stupid and naive But I want to be a famous musician Lights shining on me While people stare and see
"It's just a dream." "It's just a dream." "You never will be that." I beg to differ. I beg to be different. I am different. It's a woman's world out there and I am woman.
“I want to be an engineer,” he said “I want to be a veterinarian,” she voiced “I want to be a fireman,” he exclained “What do you want to be?” What do I say? How should I answer?
One day you became serious
I am a soldier standing my ground in the tear soaked mud the front lines are my home a battleground borne of water and blood my weapons are not bullets and guns
The child is young, and so am I. She tries so hard just not to cry. I hold her hand and count to three As the doctor puts her to sleep. "The pain will soon be gone," I say, As we whisk her gurney away.
This war Is about blood, tears, and death This war Sees a little child heave a last breath But there are no guns, no bombs No battlefields that we can see For the war rages forever on
Every day From seven o' clock to three o' clock Was hell without exception I dreaded those long hours that seemed to stop time Watching the hands move in slow motion Because I felt it was without purpose
A TEACHER'S WORDS DEPARTED FROM HIS LIPS, ECHOING OUT TO ME,
13 years in a public prison, 4 years of undergrad studies, 4 more years of medical school; Countless hours studying, Procrastinating, Working; Countless dollars towards fees-
The American Dream is about having the esteem to be who you want to be.
“Miss, may I show you to your suite”
if one job could change everything,
If I could be whatever I wanted to be I would heal the sick and set them free. I would care for them until they are not in need Of me to love and to care and to feed. If I could be whatever I wanted to be
One Journey, one road, one story? No. Exploring, doing more, and expressing my inner joy is my future job.
A job that will change my life is teaching. Teaching helps kids learn about themselves which in return can help me. It can help me find who I am as a teacher as well as a person. Simple as that Complete happiness in life. Peace
Looking around…seeing mental disaster everywhere Roaming the halls…hearing the story’s…wanting to help but can’t Concerned about friends…not one has the help they need
Accounting will change my life My favorite job Lots of money I would make.
Sharing the knowledge of my obtained wisdom With young minds, eager to learn and flourish Is the most noble of desires that can be had
One chance to make that one choice. This is the choice that defines defines you, defines your life. Well I made my choice and I choose animals. Now, I just need my chance
They say that hatred is a fireThat eats at your insidesAnd it isAlong with jealousy and ambitionAt times it seems I carry all of theseBut I've learned to push down my angerTo be content with what I have
The money isn't great, that's what they say,The jobs is hard, that's how they feel,Do you really want to be apart of this, is all they ask.
many dream i have dreamt dreaming makes us human imagination makes us live having a passion fills you with excitement and sets you free making videos would be my dream job writing has inspired me
Flower child sing Raise your voice to the sky Let the world know You don't deserve to die Flower child dance Don't hold back at all Let your talent show Please don't fear the fall
My dream job would be: a kid. Now, that may seem utterly ridiculous. Well, it's "right" to think that, in a way. Experience may say differently to my choice, But first, hear what I have to say.
I am a cre
When I was 5 I'd wake up and watch my mom start her day, I always prayed she'd be back early 9 to 9 she'd be gone, she would wake up with a smile, come back and cook our food
The job of a poet Is what I seek But it doesn’t feel possible Hoping for just a peek A glimpse of what this job entails As I stumble back and forth Back and forth We attempt to push and pull
What is that one job that will change my life? How can I know? But I know that the job that will change my life will give me a chance to show my skills, allow me to express my thoughts with no fear,
In these days we all have a dream Sleeping, working, or eating ice cream Even I have one, and that's a job Most people would doubt my wish But nonetheless I will accomplish
Ever since I was a little girl I have been asked a simple question What do you want to be when you grow up? It really isn't that simple. I think I have it all figured out. My dream is to become a nurse
All my life I have loved animals Volunteering has brought me great joy And for as much as I have helped them, they have changed my life even more. The are no words to describe how it feels to help the helpless
Since I was a child I can remember always staring into space for a while, Always thinking of something creative to write in a way to express my deepest emotions,
Everyone has a goal in life To play your sport, or teach children Mine is to save peoples lives With the work of my own hands.
Helping children achieve greatness Helping kids become their own person Helping children move up in the world Helping the world and others around Helping make a brighter future for kids
A Grammy for the best engineered album of the year is where i could say my life would be complete Maybe even a nomination or 2 for that category would be sweet A few years in college studying sound
No one should have to give up their dreams because of where they're from, How much their parents make, Or just about anything else. Everyone deserves a chance to try to make a difference in the world.
There's a certain eloquence of deed A satisfaction beyond bewilderment You can tell me that I can't And that I won't But there's a drive in my heart And no breaks in my step
This one job, may change my life. This one job, may change your life. This one job, may change the world. That one surgery, can take my life. That one surgery,
Down to the depths I fell. I saw the evil, heard the evil, and spoke evil. The world was evil, life was evil. I was dying, slowly. I needed help, When I spoke to you I found the light.
Those gifted hands, Bathing in antimicrobial soap and water, Clothed in radiant latex sterile surgical gloves.
Wow how crazy ..I am at this place again of choosing ..seems pretty difficult ..theres so many choices out there...what's the best?...well in my eyes ...to complete a job is to help others and what better way to do this....then share life...you s
To change the world That's what I'll do One letter at a time One word One stanza One very long novel One writing at a time To change the world That's what I'll do
When I grow up, I want to build castles I want to ride dragons and cast spells and go on quests. I want to crown kings, sew gowns for princesses, and cast a curse over a land far, far away.
Looking back through thin pages of history Human lives flash in quick succession, condensing years into a paragraph Powerful kings into a sentence Six lifetimes of work into a footnote Forgotten. Almost.
Suicide Prevention words words; hard words words that hit home
To change someone's life There a million ways it can be done But I think of mainly one To be a therapist I would heal the soul And I would receive constant self-achievement from this goal
I searched long and hard, Looking for a job that could help me on my way, The one that accepted me was long and hard, It made me want to look for another and possibly take it easy,
I entertain the thought of future and sit for what seems days in meditation Over what I could achieve, mind occupied with occupations, And tend not to dwell on the confinement of dreams strictly to my dreams,
Helping the world one step at a time. How can I help a damaged poet once again rhyme?
I have fireworks inside me with special patterns: Sapphire stars, scarlet plaids, lavender polka-dots. They explode. Treking the course-grained rocks at Topsmead State Forest.
The piano sits in the living room begging me to play an endless tune. But my mind inside me booms saying "why doubt so soon? Music isn't that great, remember Math is what pays,
There's no money in music, I know, that's a dead end career. I can see you as a wonderful biomedical engineer, dear, from every mother and teacher and father and neighbor. Stop making all that noise, they say,
Since we were born, we are asked one thing, When you are grown, what will you be?
Hobby (noun) an activity or interest pursued for pleasure or relaxation
To be an Opera Dramaturge Opera Not to sing but to hear To breath and surrender To understand To be confused Dramaturge Not to act but to read The libretto
Everyone fears ending up as a failure No one talks about it and no one belives it, but what do you do when you start to think about it? Do you panic? or maybe feel hopless. What's important is that
Imagine how the world could be Something or someone can make a change A positive force leads to a possibility Smiles are the reaction The Job for me would to help others
Dreams Funny how they float just out of reach Just past the tips of fingers the grasp of belief. Just as the bird will hop and glide, the dream will follow
The path to success is paved with commitment and desire,
What is a teacher? Someone who can change the world. Not to become a preacher, but to alow those bound to break the mold. Confusion is ripe in society. Education can wipe the messy window clean.
"All the World's a Stage," And we're just actors, right? But it takes more than actors To bring a show to life. I was a little starlet Born to sing and dance; Born to thrill the audience
I've been spat at, Told I do not belong, "Get out of my country foreinger" "You are an abomination! The trash that crowds our streets" All because of my dark tan skin, My slight lisp and faint accent,
Facing reality, facing conspiracy, facing humanity I that what it is? Dealing with cruelty, judged down by royalty How can my heart win? Shaken by words that mean no harm Cause all I have are my scars
From the day of my birth to this day
Everyone has their own special path Mine has twist and turns and can lead me to wrath It was my freshman year in college when I thought I knew what I wanted to do
The world is full of peculiar things. Sights which only the utmost curiousity can bring. Beauty all around us seems so sing, Be who you are and you will see. Do what you want, because what you want to be
I used to dream about working in the theatre drowning in the adrenaline rush from performing, from making people happy. But I learned that is not for me. I still need, though,
Mama Says… The cracks in the city pavement, gobble me alive Deep into the darkness of the street where the secrets lie I look for comfort in the dank crevices of this unforgiving Fortress of oppression
Vivid lights beam down from a ceiling housing thousands of cheering fans. Cheekbones corrupted with smiles give way, some hidden by active hands. A beating heart within, so eager to emerge from the cage that condemns it so
Dreams are just that, they usually stay dreams, Reality is just that, it is real, Yet, why can't you make your dreams part of your reality? Why am I so passionate about this you may ask...
The ability to touch the sky Fly with the birds the angels A dream of all the flight To fly one must innovate improve Try Try Try Until at last takeoff is achieved
I am thought-tinkerer, word-spinner, and dream-weaver. I am storyteller, lie-carpenter, and truth-giver.
Give me time To change the world To blossom and fly To metamorphasis
Growing up I never noticed that I was different.
I dreamed of being a super hero To have my name in the headlines every day Reality crushed my dreams when I was just seven I had to accept that I was never going to wake up with super powers
I know this won't be easy,
I have a dream: To do great things, To help and to heal, To study the mind. I have a dream: Help those in need, Help soothe those in pain, And lift those who doubt.
One job may change...life. Mine Yours Ours The World
MY DREAM JOB WOULD BE BECOMING A VIDEO GAME DESIGNER AND CREATOR. I LOVE VIDEO GAMES, AND I EXCELL AT PLAYING THEM AS WELL. PLUS, THE FACT THAT I'M A GIRL JUST MAKES ME EVEN MORE RARE..
I am creative and witty. I wonder if I'll ever become the best. I hear the ruckus of my thoughts banging all against my brain's wall. I see all the awards I'll be getting for my fine pieces of work.
When will the sun come out to play?When will the snow go away? Why can't i go out to play? Why do they? Cancer. cancer. cancer. I can still do it, watch me try.
Some people are inspired by the Earth, Others by the sea, I’m one of those that look up to the sky. Though it’s not for the stars, Nor the moon or planets. I like to sit and watch.
Why write when Tim Horton’s has the NEW RED VELVET CUPCAKE? When Zara’s new floral jeans are $49.99? They also sell knitted sweaters, flat rim hats, faux gold necklaces, OPI nail polish, Mavi jeans
On this road I pursue a job,
Softball; I sprain my ankle. Sit out for the rest of the season. I was depressed and hopeless. However, being injured caused me to go to physical therepy. There I encountered my dream job.
Pacing around in delicate circles, tracing the words that encompass the fire The inextinguishable flame that ignites the one desire driving me mad A beautiful and unforgivable dream
Through the eyes of a dreamer Nothing can stand in my way Soaring high over mountains and oceans My own little airplane cradling me in the sky If only I weren’t afraid of heights
The job that would change my life forever for a good cause would be being a paramedic. What could be greater than help others with their lives,save lives, change lives.
They tell me I am not supposed to be here
I Wish, I Wish Upon A Star
I am a writer I will write furiously up until the last possible moments, and then I will let my words trickle into the veins of the world and wait. Language, written, signed, danced
Early in life I've learned Life has never been about what changes my life It is what changes others' lives. That one job that would change my life? It would be to see that spark--
I hear a lot of stories in the news
I didn't like it but I am it. I didn't always want to be. But I am. It started as a struggle which then became a desire. Whiteboards, lessons, and students consumed my mind.
I sat on the floor just gasping for air It seemed there was none to be found The pain was intense but I didn't care I stayed in a ball on the ground Next thing I knew it was hospital gowns
I need stabilityI’ve had an instilled fear ever since my parents struggled to provide for meI knew they did the best they could
Being the second born of three Mexican American children, I've been told i was born independent and always had my mind set, knowing what exactly it was that I wanted.
I have been pushed, made fun of and talked about too. So if you told me that you have been bullied I would of known exactly what you have been going through.
My career will take me to the grey moon Beyond Sun system; far, far from Earth, Yet here I am next door singing a tune Indoors, metaphorically giving birth: To new landscapes and new stories to tell
Honors, Advanced Placement, Varsity Swim Captain, Four years of straight A's, Salutatorian. Blood, sweat, and tears, Yet no one hears The women of long ago,
They say pick a route. They say choose a dream. Well, I'm not backing out So I'll let my thoughts become a live stream. My dream job is obscure Pharmacy isn't thought of in my small town,
For the greater good, for the information that the people need The people that work hard to find new technolgoies, tests, and cures that will heal the sick -
To me teaching is inspiring To me teaching is leading How many can say that they Led people to inspire others How many can say that they Showed people how wonderful and terrifying the world is
She has my heart What do you expect She is my sister I will always love her
Alone The worst thing we could feel is alone When you have a mom and dad when you have family They aren't there for you they have left you in the dark Alone
I'd like to take a stethoscope and listen to your heartbeat carefully To hear what it is saying I'd like to take an x-ray of all your broken heart bones so I can know If you're worth fixing
After traveling so far, 18 years have come, 12 of them spent advanced, hiding from the sun.
Having an MD behind my name is something I yearn to proclaim. Stitching up wounds and fixing bones, this is not a job I want to postpone. I desire the day when I can say
The Classroom Whisper your broad-sweeping metaphors; Explain how you will excite the wayward dust of the universe; I will tell you my ordinary dream:
Aluminum, plastic, cigarette butts Decorate a dusty Texas town A beer can hits my windshield, Flung from a monster truck Exhaust billows like a smokestack Met with scoffs, my raised concern
One Job...May Change My Life
I watch the present smear past the wi
If I could do anything to make a living, I would do everything I could to give myself away. Call it piracy: I would take my struggles and my pain and throw them to the world to make a point.
The water trickles over the rocks, I can almost hear The faint rush of the water. The paint glides across the canvas. With vigerous strokes,
As I wash the dishes I have many wishes Ever Since I started working here My thoughts have started to veer People walk in and out Some are loud and shout They leave their dishes on the table
I’m in the process of making my dream job my actuality I need people to understand it’s okay to dream outside of the normality To dream outside of what is socially accepted, or is a commonality
ESPN Color Commentator You change the channel to ESPN, ESPN2 or get on your computer and turn to ESPN3 but when there is a game being played, you hear a friendly, welcoming voice
I want to fly,To cruise in the sky.
Korean/ English Version: 여보세요
Putting emotion into a sound creating art for all who will listen Building it up from the ground making music from passion within becoming apart of something so known but being original is the key
.......................... the doctor intubates;the nurse begins compressions;the tecn runs for the defibrillator;chaos.
A Cryptolinguist Someone who identifies and analyzes foreign languages Capable of saving many nations A translator Capable communicator Dual degrees in foreign languages and computer engineering
Teacher, teacher, taught me well, just about the opposite of 'rich-as-hell'. Teacher, teacher, is what I want to be, my dream job, my soon-to-be. Teacher, teacher, with lesson plans,
When I was little, the most common question seemed to be What do you want to do when you grow up? Going to space used to be my dream So that I could discover aliens and cool new stuff.
If someone could believe I could learn a new skill Like playing in band, And marching drill Then why can't they see I'm ready for this Forensic science-y life. Where the details matter
Growing up, I had my pick fromThe Big Four of respectable careers for AsiansBusiness, Law, Engineering, and MedicineI chose to be a doctorBut I realized I disliked scienceSo I changed my mind
You sit, you wonder
One job that Would change my life Would have to be something Like a biomedical researcher. Why a researcher? Because, if anything, I want to help others, Nothing more, nothing less.
I'm a Math Geek, sure. I've got charisma, too much! Combine them, It's me!
All I ever wanted was freedom, to be my own person People have always asked me, "What do you want to do in the future?" It's a question that has followed me and haunted me my whole life
A good man goes to war and I am the one willing to fight. The court my battle field, where words are my weapons, Existing not as knives or guns but as bombs.
"A safe bet" They say "Always in demand" I hear "What a nice house you'll have" She mumbles, already in a daydream But since when are the fun jobs safe? Since when do rewards come to those who lust for them?
MedicineWhat job could satisfy me for years on end?While also challenging me and helping me ascend?A path I could happily devote my life towardsWhile benefitting me with intellectual rewards
I’m high Higher than I’ve ever been before But this time is different No drugs for me Not this time I’m touching the stars I’ve never been this close before But this time is different
I? I walk alone. Itis 20013. A suuny year Like a field of daisies. Then, Then there it is.... The big bang . Here is a Nazi Scorning and cosming everything in HER path.
Do you hear the sound of their clanging chains? Though it may not be heard one thing remains. In the silence of their walls, they lay absent from the world in the sun, or in beating rains.
The ideas go through my head, but I can't get them out on paper. They destroy me from the inside, then wither away. It kills me when they die. It kills me to not get the ideas out. I need them out.
An inventor So Inventive Innovative Unrealistic Dream since seven Lone in my room Using my dad’s Power drill – Yes I was a pro Knew then my love
Your amygdala amuses me Small or average? easily indicating intentions Feelings of remorse, and guilt evade you can you imitate emotions As easily as the average human releases them
Am I considered lucky, to live in this land where I am considered free, or am I considered a prisoner, behind bars that are simply a reflection of ME.
From the waves crashing on the shore, to the fish below and more, The sharp teeth of a great white are surely to give off a big bite, The cool breeze blowing through my hair, I can already picture me there,
One job may change my life. I wish to last a lifetime. One laugh. One smile. No tears. No fears. Every day they go by, Sad and lonely, They want to cry.
Moping, he makes his way down the hall Barely contained is his emotion to bawl All he can do right now is be bashful but, he says I'm gonna be succesful His boss is a jerk and he wants a chance
Deep within each human There is a drive, a need Different fires burn for every man All expressed within a seed A seed that grows with every season
We often ask ourselves how we can ease someone else’s pain When our own hurt is too much to take
"You're going to be broke" is what they all say no money for a social worker now a days don't follow your dream, don't help people out because in the end you'll be left out
Sitting scowl-faced on the playground, a child aged nine: “I hate it! I hate school! Don’t look so surprised- The teacher’s lack passion, they don’t even care, They always teach the lessons like we’re not even there.”
A dream job? Am I supposed to have one? Sure I've got a plan. But is it a dream? The plan is law school, Whether I like it or not. But I guess you could say, That my dream is Broadway.
I wanna be famous
I thought if I jumped, I'd fly to the moon and dance among stars. I thought if I jumped, I'd soar above my parent's hopes for me. I thought if I jumped,
One day, I will bring joy to faces Both young and old One day, I will watch dreams come true For the quiet and the bold One day, I will wear a big dress And parade around
A bubblegum dream: To reign the audience dumb As you take the stage.
"OMG you too Ms. Imani?You see I... I thought I was the only"Thats what this young girl said to meas she glared at meno longer feeling lonely.
Life is like a burning candle soon we will burn away slowly but surely we are not here to stay we were made to be a light and warmth but not to last forever just because we a fading
My Job?That's Easy Changing the World, With my Art. Would be Just Enough.
You only get one life. Like the last bite, inhale until full. Breathe and release the changes.
One job…changed my life.
Money and Fame, that's almost everyone's aim. To be the best a what they do and find the perfect career to pursue. However, my dreams are not the same. Happiness is what I'd like to gain, for my goal to unfold.
Government. Power. Politics. Politician. I could change our nation. I could change the world. My life would forever be changed. People tell me it is impossible. "Never. Gonna. Happen."
Her job was to help people through helping animals. She was a veterinarian riddled with headaches. We were made from the same mold, she said. An 18 month-old bulldog (still a puppy) came into the clinic.
One breathe One shiver down my aching spine One heart that yearns so deeply for a dream so far out of my reach
Books have forever changed my life They transport me to a different time and place And allow me to escape from strife Books allow for a change of pace From life's monotonous days
My dream job will create unknown possibilities for babies, children and adults who never thought past their barrier. Riding a bike, walking, running and playing will never just be a dream that will end when they open their eyes.
One Job, Just oneCould potentially change my lifeOne such an insignificant numberCould change someone’s life?My life would no longer be a slumberI would no longer have to dream or even be some man’s wife
The screaming babies, the crying mothers It may seem a little off-putting A dream is different for everyone Once you start looking Four years of college, four years of medical school
Pages turn, rustling pervades the air.
Maybe a lawyer probably not, momma says it would change it all
Powerful, Free, Beautiful, Horses, They live with a fire and a passion for life.
A dream. A blissful careening feeling, abstract and fickle. My job will be a dream.
I stand on the edge of the abyss Staring into the multitude of eyes and hushed excitement Red ones spout criticism "She's just a naive child with too big a nose"
Change is inevitable so I must adapt to it to fill my life with success that is immeasurable. To serve, lead, and help, a life changing job not just for myself.
Change is inevitable so I must adapt to it to fill my life with success that is immeasurable. To serve, lead, and help, a life changing job not just for myself.
Mom and Dad want me to evaluate the broken, To diagnose them with the disease we all have- surreal survival,
Dark black monsters coil around my brain Whispering sentiments and dark thoughts, Clouding my judgment while Hushing my moral code. My grades begin to slip And my body begins to expand while
I’ve been told to give up and I’ve been told I would never succeed And for a long time I would have agreed Because the negativity inside my head would never go away It was putting me down each and every day
Jobs are an ordinary source of life containing spectacles and life changing oppertunities Jobs are intimate arrousing the state of mind to go straight foaward in a given point of time jobs are appart of us
I have a heart made of words, they flow through my veins. I want to give,
The sun rains in through the grimy blinds But all you see is the future, a future you have planned for, Thought of, strived for, fought for, will live for, Yet something hold you back. You had it all planned out.
6am alarm goes off Get up, get dressed, eat breakfast. Into work by 7 Always the first one in Unlock the office get ready to start the day
growing up as a little girl I imagined myself as a doctor I would close my eyes and day dream dream of what it would be like to be successful how would it feel to walk in to that small room
I started to care about how I'd look, so I picked up GQ instead of a book. To be on the cover of the magazine, or to be the man behind the scenes. I was inspired, now I'll be,
To help out children, to watch them thrive; A social worker, helping kids come alive. My job for those neglected and abused, For the little ones who have been misused. Social Work and Psychology and a degree,
Look around Stay open minded Reach for your dreams No dream is too abstract
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock As I press the needle into the skin, I am reminded of what could have been. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
"Good Morning, Ms. Mai Xee", everyday as the students walk in. Bright little smiles, maybe missing a few teeth. Sitting in their seats and eager to learn. Pulling out their crayons,
Nurse helping the sick and injured
You listen and you learn and you search and you earn your right to gain what you didn't have before. If understanding your mind is what it takes to be safe and sound I'll do it.
I wake up Breathe in and out, and hear Silence. I get the mail Hear no birds or cars, Only silence. My granddaughters come to visit
Change is badly needed The televisions spread lies Everyday, violence repeated As another innocent victim dies There is no reason To settle for what we do It seems every change of season
Dreams What do they mean? Are they really just the end goal? Or unrealistic fantasies One my dream of fam or fortune And what a wonderful dream that is But I? I dream to make a difference
Expanding our knowledge Day after day Questons of the youth arise "why am I here?" "I swear I heard this last year." Repetion begins and creativitiy fades "I want to be more than him
The purpose of lifeIs to have purpose in lifeYour purpose is your passionOr maybe passion is your purpose,Either way, it starts and ends withService.Dad told me to find a way
Tombs full of memories Ancient and new Rivers that wind down Over and through Chasers of truth Redeemers of lost lands Working the world’s ground With their own hands
We have been taught to change the world, But mostly the world spins on and continues to change us. I know things can be different for me, They have to be. I refuse to be a part of the same old routine,
People look at warzones Like they have just seen Lucifer Descend from the sky Blood Enemies And brutality Scattering amongst each footstep he takes Leaving in a tornado of disaster
Put this on. No No try this. You'll look more presentable they say. I was born in a world to stand out, But no one accepts you unless you fit in. These shoes you try to fit me in just dont fit Me.
It’s lyrical almost The way the lines meld together In perfect synchronization There’s splendor in these works Absolute candid magnificence There’s precision in these angles
Bringing the past to the future Learning how our ancestors lived preserving ancient knowledge for future generations to see A historian is what I would be Completing a timeline of Earth's history
I am free To be what I want to be... I can fight overseas Or even raise bees I can dance or I can sing I might even work for bing But is it really true That I can get a job out of the blue?
These hands do all of the hard work in this life
Everyone wishes for something,
Everyone wishes for something, like those who dream to sing. And it is my wish to capture the pure moments of rapture, of faces rarely seen. There are so many in this world,
Changing my path for the career of my dreams it hasnt been easy, I've stifled many screams Working full time while taking many a course and stressing about the great unknown in full force
We enter this world ready to learn and grow, Each of us vulnerable to information we do not yet know. While some are blessed with strong bonds and foundations from the start,
I had never noticed as a child, but she was always there. Veronica clasped me close, and held me in her stare. Her fragile reflection pursued me to the broken footsteps of my home.
An outcast laying low, hiding in the shadows of the Earth’s chattering inhabitan
She is beauty, she is grace.
Your lips open to unfold foolish words, vulgar and distasteful.
Mesial, Incisal, Lingual, Facial, These are the surfaces of my dream Slidig smootly over the deep pits and fissures Weaving in and out of the sulcus displacing bacteria Floss.
One Job May Change My Life Fighting for the justice of innocent civilians Becoming someones "hero"
Living life as a college student is tough. Realizing the chances of getting a job straight out of work is rough. School is rough. Life is damn tough.
Beyond a dream on a stage it isn't about me it isn't about fans, fame, fortune or other words thrown around by those who have too much and give nothing
Of course, anyone’s dream job would be to do what they love while make money. No matter what the profession: music producer, dancer, meteorologist
A little girl sits at the kitchen table with her Mommy, Not even five and this little girl always ties everyone's shoes, She always shares her snacks, She always loves with all her little heart.
I stare at my wrists Blood dripping red Trying to drive the demons from my head Do I jump Do I stand On edge waiting With a blade in my hand I want to live
I stare at my wrists Blood dripping red Trying to drive the demons from my head Do I jump Do I stand On edge waiting With a blade in my hand I want to live
When I dream these days, I want my eyes to be wide open, I don’t want to sleep through it. It might sound crazy but I want to see everything, good, bad and indifferent. When I dream, I dream big
The one job to change your life To ease the pain of those around To help pursue healthy lives And healthy minds
To live and to dream to go far and beyond to live the dream is only a fond The extra mile is all I need to make others smile in their time of need To change my life
Attending x-ray school, I decided I want to do something new. M.R.I Aint just for guys;
Just one job may change my life, Something to satisfy my future wife. What job would it be? Take one step closer, and you will see... To be an Anesthesiologist would change it all,
Asians love their rice These people are white like mice Night time, you can only see their smiles
Speaking, we take it for granted Speaking, it connects us all Speaking, it could raise us up Speaking, it could be our downfall To speak or not to speak, that could be the question
Last night the phone rang for not the first time, So many innocent children apart of the same crime. Most think that they don’t know, or just won’t understand,
Parents do not work, they love what they do the weight of finding a career on my shoulders. I would hate to disappoint them, so i reach out to business owners wanting to make some money.
I’ve spent the last 13 years trying to discover who I am And what it is I want to spend the rest of my life doing. Each year, it tosses around in my brain like a battering ram.
a job will make you money, but a career is about a dream. jobs will take you far though, and show what your career really means. a job isn't about the salary or about power or looking good;
I want to prepare entrées from the extravagent porc à la poire, to the simple pâtes avec pain à l'ail; to see your expression when you take that that first bite
Life changes in the blink of an eye One day you're here The next you're there So what if that all changed What if your dream came true? The dream of owning a store
Id like to create a world with my vision, Soaring through skies and being able to see the sun shine. The waves crashing creating a collision, All atainable with my dream of being in Game Design.
Words of the mouth are difficult for me I don't take my time I don't think before I speak But words of the fingertips Those are to keep
Add some glitter to that dress It’s as boring as a plum In the light it should flicker Just say yes
Ever since I was a child, I've been dancing day and night Regardless of injury, no matter the circumstance, Dancing has been my flight. Now, I am older And I see everything in a different way than before
My entire life I’ve known what I wanted to be A future in medicine fills my heart with glee
I want to design,
Dreams; though they fly vicariously through my mind and soul daily.. Only one resides like residue deep within me.. It quickens me, and beckons me.. Because that need falls heavily.. Oh so, heavenly
I strive and strive to reach the top. Never ever thinking to stop. All I hear is “Go harder, Keep pushing!” and “Be number 1!” But what if number 2 is all I got? They claim words don’t hurt,
Writing a song, play, or movie is nothing compred to a well written story. Words on a page mean nothing at all if your heart is not going through it all. A part of me I wil never replace
I am a young child. I am in school surrounded by peers. I am asked what I want to become. I am starting to dream about careers. I am a young teen.
A poem from the heart by: Jazmyn Edmonds
Ideas fly through our heads every day Big ideas Little ideas It doesn't matter they're always there I was given the talent to make sense of my own ideas
This is not my dream job but i do it to make this world better no more crying please don't sob i do it for the people not just for the united states i do it for the world
You’re just a girl.
Four years of college Four years of math Four years of science in every science class General speaking which I hate the most But when it comes to English i always take the gold
Women are not big in the field of writing about men on a court or field my life would change if I could help what they want to build My life would change if I could write for my favorite team all day and all night
It's too bad my Dedication and Sophistication wouldn't cut it , they say I need the Education I say make it so that we can get it Time passes by Each hour becomes a year
Movies have always captured my attention, I will stay up late and watch many. The next day I fall asleep and go to detention. In my confinement time I dream about not being involved with just one movie, but maybe twenty!
A journalist at heart A product of creativity, A journalist at heart, My canvas is the TV. No one can pull us apart. An earpiece and a microphone, My other kinds of friends,
clickclickclickclick goes the key board as i sip my morning tea. Spiling, gushing ,spewng my deepest trauma and heatache. My therapy, your guilty pleasure. The best job, if you ask me, is that of a writer.
I always loved to help. So when I woke up for work, At four in the morning, And got socks from my sister's room, I wondered why she didn't ask to talk, Before taking 3 bottles of prozac and pills.
A High School StudentBeing so super fluentWorking on that Notepad ++Typing up some C ++Working hard in a teamMaking Apps in a gleamDebugging and testingLook at this time im wasting
When I ponder over life and death Or contemplate adventure with bated breath I can’t help but be drawn to a quiet nook Where I can pour my heart into a beloved book
Welcome to Politics.
Look at the world Is it clean and beautiful everywhere Are people happy and safe Some places are not everywhere why Because of inequality My future years from now
An individual that takes pride in their versatility. An athlete that has passion in more than just the sport. A student that continues to grow. A person that does not see limits.
Follow me, into the wild, into the jungle of nature. Come with me,
My dream job is to provide and direct a program that prevents bullying Hurting someone doesn’t bring you joy It brings any bully power that they need
Gonna be a signer one day Gonna give them a voice to say No more silence will there be Hearing people gotta see Getting an education is the plan Figuring out how to get money in hand
Rushing into the flame Sprinting in fact Full speed to make sure everything is intact
The yearning in my heart screams be educated, but I must educate Live but I must teach how to live Obtain but I must teach how to give Never look down but uplift.
Words invade the empty space in my mindFlow through my veinsAnd formulate through my pencilThey live deep within meRevealing my emotions
It is amazing how one thing so small can change your life Something that comes out of no where or slowly develops over time. Just one job could change everything for me
Hello, may I help you? I don't have much, Not even time is on my side, but I have ears a heart that's a start. I am a people pleaser Don't worry you can ask me
We often loathe the thought of that place, The idea of the buzzing sounds of handpieces, Nearly drives us to outer space, But for me, It is my dream. The idea that I could permit a change,
As the violent winter wind whips my chapped lips, I can’t help but smile; mouth cracking at the seams at the sight of Pike Street glittering in its unearthly way in the December evening.
With paper like my holy grail/ Fingers that mean savior/ I write my path/ Words that are footprints padding against even the harshest of hearts/ They can change your mind/
With all the stress in school these days its hard to have fun.
Money isnt important its not about the work-load its about enjoying life and inspriring others saving children from themselfves, parents and those pre-teen twelves because music is my passion
Like a bird I'll fly free, I'll stop at a tree, I won't stay too long, I'll have to move on. In a spring forest I know I should not be, Where beautiful flowers bloom,
Movies a portal to another world, a pretty picture to make you laugh or cry Film buttery popcorn in hand pillows and blankets wrapped like a burrito,
I want to go, simple as that. From forested lands to earthen flats. to sail over seas and soar in skies, I want to know what swims and flies, I want to know what crawls as well,
To dream only of work, is to dream only of death.
As work goes by, and while I try There's one question that they ask: "Tanner, congrats on getting in! Now what's your goal or task?" "Well there's one problem," I say to them, "It's actually quite funny."
A single moment... One simple thing could be what turns out to redefine me. I may not know when it happens, So must choose for the wise in all of my choices throughout my life.
My care for people Will never cease to exist. My sense of patience Will complete me until the day I die. Children have my heart, Every one of them. The sweet and innocent,
Perfection.She is such a elegant word.She dances so beautifully across ones tongue and into the air.Our world has become obsessed with her;It's easy to see why.
Running Running Running Blood
Ever since I was little, I've always had big dreams. I vowed to accomplish them, no matter how impossible they seemed. Now that i'm older, reality has hit. If I want to be successful, a strong education, I must get.
My purpose is unknown, unfuffilled. I feel like there's nothing to live for. Helping others out of my own free will; That desire, that passion, makes my heart soar. I listen to people attentivly,
Dreams were more acceptable
A woman can't be an astronaut; or so I've been told; Women should watch the house;
The child wanted to be an artist until she saw one with talent. The child wanted to be a teacher, but her slight lack of patience would destroy her.
To help To believe To do and act as if your strong BeingTogetherMakesUsStronger Feeling Alone Makes Us Weak Bring joy to others lives is a job
A dentist I want to be. A dream that I want to meet. Hard journey it is. But is all for me. Is only one job. It going to be known. Ill do my best. To be up there. I want to suceed.
Waking up in a room, With not even a pair of shoes. They stripped me down, Took me from my town, And here I awaited my doom. This dream that haunted me often
Money cannot buy happinessThough, it does make stability The world today is revolved around moneyI guess I can understand why People with more moneyReap greater benefits
Who? Who? All I see:faceted dreams Sparkling a thousand suns bright. Years of crinkled paper/littered art/stained fingers Rusty pages after dark- My first sunrise
With my feet buried in the sand, and the ocean waves moving peacefully, my mind began to drift into deep imagination. My eyes wide awake, as my subconscious being ignoring the pain from not blinking.
Trotting daringly through the meadows of flowers I feel the pulse beneath my feet Frolicking with the whisp of the wind I hear it stirring Bringing me closer and closer until suddenly I kneel
A job can be the shift, the shift of the stars,
The white brick walls with bright blue stretchers, Patients coming in with pipes through their skulls, Sounds like a hardcore, Heavy Metal song, But it's not. It's my dream job! To become an ER doctor,
A college degree isn't that what is needed to get anywhere in life?
My Dream Job is quite simple, I wanna be a Superhero
I wish I were many things, but to be many things I would need to be a writer. A writer creates what they want to see and feel.
My dream job is to work somewhere in the tropical areas like Africa or Australia Sharing my heart to those wild animals
The silent sea The endless ocean that holds you and me and the rest of life as we know it. I'd rather not know Not see the countless patterns plotted out
To dream about a job Is what a child always does I've dreamt about many ranging from a Vet to a Doc For me it seems It's not really a dream job
I dream of becoming a Game Designer World's Greatest Game Creator From top sales to number one billionare From strugglinng to getting my share My share at creativity Making games for the community
Rooms filled to the brim A child per five sits grim Sitting patiently, waiting for the day The lights will finally dim The books you read provide no gray No inspiration, only gym
An Actuary Trying to change you and me Possibility
A job that could change my life? Of course it may come with strife, But what is life without struggle? There will definitely be work to juggle.
Pew Pew, cops and robbers running, shuffling, hiding behind the walls.
Words on a once blank page Waking up in the middle of the night To jot down an idea or phrase Trying to remember a dream for a story Wanting to live in the world you created
Genocide Suicide How some people just get to slide. Why humans? I want to study you Research why we do what we do. Might even discover something new. Why humans? True, this talk
Genocide Suicide How some people just get to slide. Why humans? I want to study you Research why we do what we do. Might even discover something new. Why humans? True, this talk
It could happen in a second A second is all it takes One wrong step, a powerful impact And the human body breaks The doctor will work his magic To try and make you new
There's no jobs labelled in neat letters that fit me,
When I was five years old I wanted to be a paleontologist All my friends wanted to be princesses Nobody told them this was unrealistic But my mother had no problem telling me All the bones and all the fossils
One Job, that's all it takes, one chance to change your life, it's what you need, Many minors aren't selected, but you were the first. Find yourself, help yourself believe,
A famous actor A player on a football team Most people wish for these But no, not me I want to teach But I have no use for a classroom A chalkboard Or students
When I gro
Dreams of my future All contain fuzzy pictures of my goal. Perhaps I’ll heal wounds by sewing sutures Or checking vitals and removing cancerous moles. No one category is completely chosen
Walking across the earth to find my place in the world.To find that job we all look forward to when we graduate college.That job is what everyone sees them doing in the future
Beautiful creatures, blend in with snow Not many left, are on their own Bears that are polar, need someone to help Being there for them is what its about Dreams of working to bring new life
Entering the animal shleter is a life changing event. Loud screams drowned out by the wrench of upcoming death. What is the purpose of killing animals? To make space for more animals to die? It is not their fault.
They say life is but a vaper, disappering quickly. The thought of helping others may sound naive, but to me it's my dream. I've stumbled over ideas, tossing pointless ones to the side so that I could see
Football-a dream? a hobby? a reality? a job? For all-get lost in the mob For me-making my dreams come true so soon, so soon
When the tears have dried and the fight is over, And I have survived the pains and struggles. Where or who do I turn to for strength to face the day? I am seeking for the strength to get me threw my lonely nights,
Five ways to ruin your life, The first to choose a job you don't like,
Making up a person Creating a fairy or an angel Or a demon, an animal Using only a person and some paints It isn't just to cover up who they are Make-up creates a whole new being
Stop telling children that they can be anything they want to be when they grow up.Do not tell little boys that they could be police men or fire fighters
“I have a dream….” Job that is. That’s quite different than the other kids. I want to be far away, A distance so great that it makes my mother sway. To a place where children don’t have a thing
What is it that inspires me? What is it that I want? What is it that I'm willing to highly regard? What would be more wonderful than doing such thing? To help some of nature's incredible offspring!
Many strive to teach, judge, or bounce a ball But my dream job beats them all I want to save lives to change my own My passion is to be a doctor, world-renowned Pain hurts my heart, all i want to is heal
Do you ever see kids with disabilities Looking so happy and content
One Job May Change My Life A dream career. So far, but so near. It may sound ridiculous. But imagine Candyland.
To have ailments and injuries Pain, hindrances and surgeries What is one to do? There must be someone to look for Someone with answers, remedies, and more A certified individual, one of few
A duty to humankind, to actually be kind, help the vulnerable, give generously without a second thought or worry. To live for others lives to be higher quality. Sure the scrubs aren't fashionable, but man are they comfortable!
From ashes to riches we all desire to riseThe American Dream surely will save us from our demiseBut keep in mind your mind: use your head and handsBecause from dream to action can become your plans.
It will take years of preparation, A total transformation. Four years of studying, and then four more. I will have the drive, the knowledge for sure. I will learn all there is to know,
There is only one way I want to spend the rest of my life, this way would make it alright, I want to roam around a zoo, if you want I can take you, I want to be one day be in Africa
Waking up in that deeply familiar, August morning cold, The old will be new, but the new will be old. Everything will be different, yet everything will be the same.
I have dreams, A nd they all start with "me", The kind of dreams that are bright and colorful and b
I believe some people were just meant to help. Helping people and caring for them when they are sick is what I love doing. My only dream has always been becoming a registered nurse and helping people.
When I was born I was 3 months premature, and the nurses and the doctors at the Arkansas Children's Hospital saved my life. I'm at the point in my life where I need to decide on a career.
One day it sat
I am the wizard. I am the leader of the revolution. I am the reason you are here in this neon lit basement I am 128 BPMs shaking your core melting your mind and molding your soul. I am the DJ.
Destruction, devestation, anger, lonliness. The words that have come and have yet to come. Hope, Faith, determination is in sight.
Hip Hop started years ago/some how it last years into the future When I listen to it,it makes my heart grow/it makes my eyes bigger When I listen to it,it makes the butterflies in my stomach go/it makes me see my future
The one job to change my life has little to do with mine:it reaches beyond the veil of mortality Bto transcend the silence applied with death and time,to give the gift of voice during grief and fatality
One job may change my life From getting out of bed early morning To putting on my scrub suit and hearing him say goodbye my wife One job will change my life Seeing the eyes of a newborn,
"It would be a waste of a mind" "You're just a girl" "No one would take you seriously" "You could do bigger things" "You're too small" My mind; an asset My gender; irrelevant
Though you may see a lonely fish flopping Along a beach that has largely been left, I see an evil that requires stopping
The luxurious life is the typical what we all secretly want but the satisfaction is what I aspire for most. The smiles of clients, the cleansed, refreshed sighs they relieve they spill their secrets and burdens
Would anything get done if everyone agreed -
If I could have one job, And any job it could be, I'd pick the job, That allows me to be me, That allows me to be what Christ sees in me. I want to be love, I want to be hope,
People Want to Live the American Dream. To have nice cars and things they never seen. But is the American Dream real? People think succes is gonna be easy. But thats when reality hits.
To bring happiness is my aim, in the form of newborn babies to families who have waited ever so patiently.To work by delivering children into this world is my dream.
Shadows I see, self loathing, self harming, suicidal thoughts is all I'll ever be. No one will ever want me, he was right The monster that came into my room to get me every night
These words I'm spilling may not be quite clear, a job is not a career. Let us not strife, but a job cannot change my life. To see your reflection and see success, must be the best.
A once in a lifetime dream, a one in a million chance
My dream job, the job that could change my life, is to be an author. Writing is my passion, and my escape. If I were to achieve my goal and land that job, a whole new world would be opened up to me.
As it all becomes more complicated, We become more educated, Jobs requiring more tech in skills This is not the time to work on mills! Though the world was once specialized
Everywhere we look Somebody has a book. This book is a portal to learning, A thing many of us are earning, Through our everyday lives. Buzzing around like bees in their honey hives On a college campus
I once was A girl caged in lonliness; living nightmare The devil on my back Crawled in my head
I'm thinking of a Master Plan Only 1 dollar in my pocket, the other filled with lint I told you I'm thinking of a Master Plan Nothing like the get rich or die trying I am not 50 Cent man
If I could have one job what would it be? An Artist, A musician, or make fancy carvings out of wood? I would want a job where I could simply be me. I would love to travel the world, and do what I could.
I want to be a voice for the voiceless I want to be a defender of justice I want to be the one families can depend on with their departed loved ones I want to be a medical Examiner
First and foremost I want to get an MBA And subsequently making it into the NBA Basketball’s a passion; to play pro would be a dream But making it to the league is even harder than it seems
Oganized chaos A race agianst time Losing a patient feels like a crime . Parents or children, husbands and wives Praying that YOU can save their loved ones lives. Saving lives daily, a loss here or there
Twenty-one, gotta get things done Life’s bitter and sweet, but it’s becoming a hum Looking at tech - World treks – Seems all set Need to get some focus On my writing to show us
I dream about my heavenly fatherI dream about meeting himAnd asking why he had to take my friend
One job? The only job. The only job I thrive for is an art director.
Twelve Dear Mr. and Mrs. Anonymous, Who knew you could ever live in a world so perfect. I mean cruel.
Living things, All around, In the beginning, There were many that basked underneath a clear sky, But the present holds something different, The sky isn't as blue as it was once before.
Becoming an actress is a job that would change my life. In a matter of seconds I could go from having one dollar in my pocket to having millions.
In my pocket, there is a jingle, The copper I pinch; Education is my out to change.
When moon touches Earth and stays for awhile, you'll see an eerie sight, a lover and his love-lost are gathering tonight. Beneath the bonny apple tree where most folks take delight,
If I could have any job I wanted I would be a pilot so I could get over my fear of heights I would be a food critic so I could eat the best food in the world I would be a celebrity so I could have the star treatment
Fresh lungs take their first breath of air The mother’s joyous cries fills the room with flair Years are constantly passing by quicker than a fox The blonde blue eyed girl feels trapped in a box
I pushed it away for way too long; the need to help others, because how can I help someone else if I'm going through the same thing? I've been in that place.
Though pencil on paper is quite all right, And paint on canvas is a beautiful sight. I want a medium that not many use, something different is what I choose.
I sing for fun But thats not enough In my future I see myself singing In everyone's ears, my voice is ringing It's loud and clear,making The competition chilled with fear
The struggles of life vary person to person. "I can't pay rent" to "I hate my extravagant life": Those inevitable thoughts. "If you hate it so much, change it," They said.
Being the youngest student in my grade, always felt weird. By the age of 15 years old I was a Junior in High School. I was very mature and ready to be independent. Looking for my first job was very stressful.
A job is not something you do just for money. A job is fufilling and sweet like honey. A job should be something you enjoy and love. A job should be something that makes you rise above.
I am stuck in a far too familiar place. I need an adrenaline rush to make my heart race. Pursuing a job as a flight attendant would be ideal.
I always wanted to hear about how your days were drawn near, from the time you wake up in the morning, from the time you rest at night. The mind is a wondering device, how I long to know the answer to your every thought. Let me help. Let me see.
Beep. Click. Snap. Say Cheese! Upload. Photoshop. Scrap. Let's Shoot Again. You love the sound of it- photographer. The way it rolls off your tongue. The way you answer people when they ask,
I watched my first episode of CSI when I was four years old Since then I’ve wanted to fill their shoes; since then I have been sold. The Forensic Science and Law program at Duquesne, has exactly what I need
Observing through windows high in the sky,
What would our world be like if everyone was treated equally? If every person were given the kindness they deserve No matter their race or religion their color or the car they drive
A photographer can capture a million thoughts in a single slow shutter shot
A little hand reaching out for mine, the first feeling that comes to mind, sadness then joy. I am hoping the years in health class and religious studies has prepared me for such strife,
When I was a baby: I was happy. There was no dream job, no goals to speak of. I was just happy.
I'm stuck in a place that is good for me, It sucks, its hell ,it's weak to me. Academics are great, and so is the school, But the people all here act like a fool. I go to a school that's a hidden gem
Separation of Families, By those elite that portray false hope. To dishearten souls across the Florida Strait,
Heating the cold Braving the dark Being bold Seeking the unknown Years pass Memories fade Gone; but never forgotten? The old cliche Stacks of files Silent whispers Read me
When asked what I want to be 20 years from now
It is said that repeating the same task over and expecting different results is the definiton of crazy. But if one repeats the same task over from preschool to college expecting success, would they define us as crazy too?
She grabs a magazine and looks inside All these "perfect women" fill the contents A false reality seen with her eyes Comparing herself to literal nonsense The flawless faces photoshopped to perfection