responsibility
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I want time to stop
I want to sleep, breath, and find peace
Days feel so hurried now
Time ticks
I feel the rush I feel the need the desperateness
You are my rock
And I am Sisyphus.
We share sizes and blue eyes;
I am bound to you.
You are my rock,
with a mind of shale you prise
for the fool’s gold beneath;
I return to you.
You are my rock
And I am Sisyphus.
We share sizes and blue eyes;
I am bound to you.
You are my rock,
with a mind of shale you prise
for the fool’s gold beneath;
I return to you.
Articulation of Thought Is A SKILL … Fa Sure … !!!!!
And A TRUE Art Form When It Is Performed … !!!
It's A Style That's Born From Taking Your Thoughts …
From A PRIVATE Place Like Say Your Brain …
What A Shame ... What A Shame ... !!!
You Like To Play Games And CLEARLY Like To SNIFF Cocaine ... !!!
Why Let Your Brain Go Down The Drain Why Be Like THAT Babe PLEASE Explain ... !!!
Maaaannnn ...
I don't give a fuck ... !!!
People these days
Like to ... Pass The Buck ... !!!
Problems now appear
cos' most live in fear !
but fears not my problem
my position is clear !
When a fatherly figure dims by the growing load,
drops of responsibility may unfold.
No time to play, no time waste,
When a fatherly figure dims by the growing load,
drops of responsibility may unfold.
No time to play, no time waste,
For the first time I looked at her
And saw that she was her own.
Not just a mother but with
Pain and worries
Wearing her down.
We sat beside a hospital bed and
Her love is a warm and unconditional gift, I cherish her heart, knowing it’ll never shift. She kisses me goodnight and tells me goodbye, Her voice is my favorite lullaby. My heart ached when I had to leave, But I yearn for the phone calls that I
They say the Apple doesn't fall far from the tree,
But I have tried so hard to just be free.
Trapped in the life that was killing me.
Life as a whole will never change,
Our political system will never change,
the brutality and fear will never change,
that is life.
Life is a person who wants to do better, to be better.
Feed your righteous ignorance,
Because you'd rather move in a thoughtless mass,
A mess of mindless thoughts to pass,
Like a hurricane void of common sense.
Than kiss the faces, those before you,
I'm happy
because I live in falsity,
i'm still happy
because I reject reality,
Stuck in my childhood,
My utopia
Forgot the fact that,
I had grown up
Someone, wake me up
She did not even know your last name
She only knew you from Psych 101
If she only knew what was to come
Little conversations here and there
She started to open up
Pinnocchio was the first, Geppetto and Geppetta's Happy Accident
No one talks about Geppetta that much anymore
'Cuz she doesn't come around that much anymore
She was a good Wife and a good Mom
Take responsibility
And get things done
Stop talking about doing things
Or else, procrastination will catch up with you in the long run
Good thoughts and words
Only mean so much
We have these hands; they give us power
To pledge allegiance, to swing a sword
To hold hands, to strike hands, to chain hands, to mend hands
This is the power to manipulate our physical exterior with accuracy
My Responsibility to America is to abide by her laws.
My Responsibility to America is to take care of her elders.
My Responsibility to America is to choose her leaders.
I write from a place that holds secrets
Sex, alcohol, drugs, you know what the deal is
We all lock it away to get a taste of freedom
Come dearest, watching the walking flash
My blue sky becomes a silvery ash
Your sonorous taste of your way get brilliant
As a lamp over Jesus is now touch become a garment of the resilient
What if I told you that poets were overrated?
Someone who can only write when they’re sad,
Or in love or in bliss or in need of desperate rent money,
Is like a flower that only drinks from a tsunami.
I want to share a life lessonThat took me time to see:How choices make the world go roundAnd how it starts with me
I struggle constantly, just like everybody else. Eyeing myself in the mirror, I look plump in all of the places I shouldn't. I want to work out, but I've got other things on my list that I'd rather do.
What happens when a window becomes bare?
Deprived of lonely security-
Which normally was aided by dull, pitiful curtains,
Will it survive the prodding of light infiltration?
What would I do without her?!
I am what I am because of her
I do what I can to be her
Independent, positive, a walking heart
She's too admirable to be true.
Day by day
Skip after skip pressing forward and rewind,
No not an old dvd, these buttons hold my favorite pastime
Spotify premium, my one and only true love,
holds the key to endless amounts of music
Love, I’ve made a mistake.
A graven error
Fit to the terrors
And tremors befitting the quakes.
For me, the buildings are falling
The order of the day.
Trying hard to change,
While I can still play.
Hoping I’m still in range,
So as not to miss the way.
There’s so much I can do,
So won’t settle for average.
Where does your alliance lie?Will you pledge alliegance or will you defy as I?The rebellion, hellion, deviant manical child,not willing to be spied on riding a spider wild,
Who is most infallible?
Perhaps it is Alexander the Great,
The man who owned the world,
Feared by all
Subject to none.
After 4 years I too will take the world by storm,
crazy
that a 14 year old is
too young to make choices
but old enough to take responsibility
crazy
that a 15 year old is
not able to control his tongue
An evening glow arrays the luminous pines,
A banded forest stained with a velvet wine.
The brook speaks too much but says nothing at all,
Babbling a tune with each harmonious fall.
To avoid the darkness
Nature is my happiness
The trees, they shiver cold
But now I have something to hold
The sun fills my eyes instead of cries
Water flows feel like my hair
I hide behind no curtain,
for it has been ripped from its batten.
Red velvet lays athwart the stage,
The outskirts are populous with my peers.
My soul lays bare and there is no turning back.
Here I am,
My friends don’t know it,
And I can never say.
Because when their world come tumbling down,
I’m there.
And if not me then someone.
Always.
I’m grown up and strong,
Hear the butterflies beating their blue wings; beautiful and sad.
Listen to the wind
shut your eyes
Smoke clogs her lungs and makes it hard to breathe
Cough, cough she tries to hard
Her tears dry up as her children beg Her to give them more
but nobody listens to Her needs, to Her pleads
I told you because you asked,
And I asked you not to tell anyone.
It dosen't matter what I told you,
Wheather I'm sick or not,
The problem is
You went and told God and everyone
I take care of 7 kids
but I don't have a child of my own.
At age 18, I am a mother.
I supply a heart and a home.
I'm not really a pessimist,
Though it might seem so here.
I really am an optimist
With a couple fears.
I want everyone to be happy,
And I sure know they're not.
I am stuck in a very confined place
Where there are decisions I need to make
But no one can understand my true face
As I proclaim out loud “it’s a piece of cake”
With these thoughts my head spins frantically
Pressing in from all sides
anxieties, responsibilities
must does
and duty
the to do list on the fridge
the daily remainders
and refrains
keep the family together
go to first job
“Everything that needs to be done
Is the responsibility of everyone capable of doing it,”
I say.
I start my day
Reminding myself that the only way to live
Is to give everything I have
Everything I can
Have you ever,
Taken a step back for the gratitude of your own work.
Taken a step back,
For the appreciation of the piers.
For a wider look on the world,
A look that digs underneath false notifications.
What is society
To you and me?
No,
What is society?
You and me.
Socius, societas, society.
Comrade, friend, ally.
How far we have come.
For a year now, I've been free from high school.
Or at least I thought I was free from its rule.
For that year, I chose to be lazy and not do anything,
Not even acknowledge my brother's engagement ring.
We’re the Problem
– Morgan Hubert
What, I ask, is the source of all our woe?
It’s us (or course)
We are the cause of all of our own trouble
even as we blame it away
Tears, lies, gossip, and drama
every day in my school...
Rumors start simply because
people think they're "cool".
To stay out of it and avoid it
is what I decide.
I wouldn't want to be responsible
A girl is someone who respects her ambitions
And works towards it
A girl is someone who does what she is suppose to do
A girl is someone who is responsible
And does things according to how it should be done
Since the beginning I can remember;
That red light on my little finger.
That same light; I visualize.
The sad look in my mother’s eyes,
And the droning levels of my cries.
It’s commencing.
i see the host of the earth crowd
and wonder why they all mill around
living lives of mortal mistakes and lies
that only end when a person dies
When my hips make like prayer books,
and I have a son
I will tell him:
my father is weak
but doctors mistake it for heart disease.
Those doctors are fools.
They don't know of the lack of childhood
