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Floating on a cloud in my own lane. Dirt in my corner pocket, some things never change. Can’t see the bigger picture, for the frame. Growth, being stagnant or death either way nothing remains the same.
No one bothered to wake up, speak, call or text to see me on my way. I don't blame them, I went my own way, I didn't have much to say. I didn't expect anyone to be different from the person they were to me yesterday.
The creatures scream and shout, From the winter boondocks of my mind, Oh, the things they scream about; Their gnarly, needy hands, Desperately attempting to grip my fate and my future,
A comfort zone prevents transition No alteration being made to an ambition Locked up in a desolated cell While months turn into years
You know what I always ask myself, how much different would my life had been if I would've tried drugs, if I would've kept smoking?
I don't know why I was attracted to you Its not like you were a good person from the start But after it was all over, you left me blue After you left you still made my life fall apart
Freedom is tangible as glass stars. While it shimmers and shakes under the sky, It burns quickly, flickering out as dusk rises. Beneath the ashes the small ones scream, Filing into the streets below,
For my country, my heart swells with pride; The land where my rights are upheld, and never denied. But I must confess, Our country is a constant work in progress. To me it’s a shrouded mystery,
Drawing Drawing myself From the inside out Sheltered by bone, Veiled in Cream colored Flesh, My hand holds my pencil
I lean on my shovel and survey the field after harvest. Way back in Spring, I had set out to clear the field of blackberries. At first I snipped them down, I trimmed the whole field.
One step forward Two steps back Is this ever true One move closer Two backtracks Creates new paths for you One truth found Two lies learned
Today is the day The rest of my life begins. God has blessed me With the ability to see today. It is my day to Right my wrongs.
Where our voice cannot reach Poetry is the bridgework We write what we cannot say out loud And our voices are deafening
days like these i miss you warm, windy days of summer 2,853 miles apart
No matter what I write Behind the screen of doubts A mental prison of night Obscured by the formidable shouts
What I say
I'll be here to talk, My shoulder your's to cry on. Along this hard walk. I'm so proud of you. Today your wrists don't cry red, Your daily battle. You are my hero.
My heart pounds My palms sweating
Change, change, change. What would I change about my appearance?What would I change about my life?What would I change about my world?
I have known this space for awhile now But like some old jeans i grow tired of it The thing that i thought protected me Stops me from reaching my potential The space that i enjoyed
We spin and We twirl Preforming is what we do Smiling at the crowd
I’m extremely unfamiliar with the ability to want.
I run for me, and not for you. It's time to improve myself, and be the person I want to be. I lift because it makes me stronger, and gives me power. Every muscle cramp fuels me to go harder.
More performance! Longer legs and point your feet, Remember the lower body details! Watch for the starts and stops, Stay in step! Maintain spacing, too many drill issues. Rifles be confident,
My body aches. I sweat. My muscles hurt. I sweat. Exersice causes me to sweat I sweat out my pains, and my fears I sweat, to feel.
Teach us to think. Not on what to think, but on how. Test us not on the knowledge, but on the application. Teaching us to memorize facts and numbers
Fitness is more than a way to shed fat and pounds It is more than being healthy and active It is more than trying to extend your life and live it healthily What is fitness to me? Fitness is a life style
The art of progression Is something of enlightenment The fact that you can evolve And then involve your mind In a split second A fragment of your life Becomes your whole Time Waisted
Why must you pull me back? you evil thing tugging with a lion's brutality on the cords of my ankles. then I cannot walk or run free. and leap through those transparent but fierce and threatening walls of this cage.
Bent over sweating, breathing with intention, fluid running down your face, desire pumping through your veins. only looking forward, but not further than tomorrow, exhaustion is on its way,