dreamer
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My dream is to become a pro wrestler
To slam my opponents on the mat
One, two, three, I win just like that
I wanna be superior, the best in the ring
Win the match, and hear the bell go, ding ding ding
We are trapped in a small town
No resources or means
A family struggling to get by
Holding on at the seams
You want us to stay here
We are trying to leave
You think we will miss it
Picture That
I picture doubters with their jaws dropped because my words they went and copped
I picture family not having to want
Those that didn’t swallow their pride won’t have to front
"marry someone who can give you what you want"
They say jokingly, but it stays on my mind.
"Why are you so uptight, live a little more."
My parents fled for me, and looked back one last time.
dream! my dream
to fly in the sky
to go with the flow
to reach in the deep
to lead for the top
to shine like a sun
and to live in the hearts......
A comfort zone prevents transition
No alteration being made to an ambition
Locked up in a desolated cell
While months turn into years
I often times have my head in the clouds.
Rather than thinking of what it should be, I think of what it could be.
My thoughts are often times too loud,
and often times too proud,
When I was little I wanted to work with wordsI wanted my voice to be heard Amidst the noise of all the others in the worldI wanted to construct skyscrapers built of verbs, Towering miles above the earthBut unlike babylon, my goal was never heaven
At times I wonder
Where I'm headed in this world.
Where is my place?
In an office, the monotony of keyboards?
In a bus, a vagrant of burnt-out success?
Or among the stars above me,
Dear Icarus, you poor, poor soul,
Forever a cautionary tale
That reaching for the blue, bright sky
Is doomed to always fail.
Were you truly at fault?
All you wanted was to fly.
To what end does the dreamer toil?Wrapped in the works of deeds never done, lands never reached.As your fingers numb and time slips, why do you sit wi
In times of uncertainty, the world becomes my stage;
Unexplainable moments fueled by involuntary rage;
Striding through life, mind toward the sky;
Ambitions, dreams, and hopes placed high;
The Dreamer "knows" that their aspirations are destined to be reality
Optimisism flows through their veins just by thinking about their self determined "fate"
But when the chance comes to leap
Most dreamers are evictedwhen one reaches adulthood,sometimes even at adolescence.
But not for me; for the dreamerstill lives on inside of my heart.
Look here, Look there, Look everywhere
I can't stop thinking of what I do
Everytime, I overthink
It's not easy to over protect
to over analyze
to over guess
I'm tired of being afraid
Confused on what to do next
Life has left me to be fixed
Still I fall and stumble
I will always stay humble
Surrounded by many
But mentally all alone
We, the humans, a species clothed in grey,
Powerful at birth but mundane with age,
Forgotten magic, lost in the race,
Slaves of our own hunger.
What a prison, this world is,
Reckon life has its own confessions?
Or is a critique of its design too taboo?
You see, I have this obsession,
And I'm sure many people find it normal to do,
But I'm not so persuaded.
Reckon life has its own confessions?
Or is a critique of its design too taboo?
You see, I have this obsession,
And I'm sure many people find it normal to do,
But I'm not so persuaded.
I am a dreamer lost at sea
without a life preserver.
the waves crash against my skin
beckoning me to let the water submerge my body
I am trapped
the tides pull me towards the ocean floor
Words touch my heart,
they leap into my head
with vivid images
as I gaze into a world
that is not real.
A world where I have
crowned myself king,
making those inconsiderate to me mad
I tend to look at the bigger picture while others live in the moment ...knowing every little moment leads me closer to my dreams and goals....I AM A DREAMER!
Those who dream...
Do you dream of relief?
Do you dream of happiness?
Do you dream of another world?
Do you dream of acceptance?
Do you dream of release?
Those who dream...
Those who dream...
Envision freedom as a circle spanning three hundred and sixty degrees
And sitting at the circle’s center you are at liberty to swivel and tilt at will
I’m living with this unholy farce
Hidden so high away in the sky
Where the birds soar
Above our heads
Many maniacs have acted before me
Funny funny funny,
I am funny
Creative Creative Creative
I am Creative
I am me who loves and loves
I am me who loves to be loved
Caring for a person's heart is what's normal
I am a girl with space tucked under the flaps of her skin.
I grasp at the loose tendrils,
in shades of forest and thunder,
attempting to hold the drifting vapor
close to my luminescent heart.
#Instagram #LOL #Live
without the makeup.
without the drama.
without the hate.
I don't have an Instagram.
#nofilter #truebeauty #showwhoyoureallyare
We love you for you.
Taking a road,
A road down uncharted territory,
From a flower blooming
to a restless seed.
A silly child, know-it-all
wondering amioulsy and understandingly
feeling tall;
"Earth to Alex!"
every day. every morning in AP Gov,
"Ground control to Major Tom..."
Head in the clouds
with an I've-gotta-get-out-of-here attitude.
High Standards. Big Dreams.
Its dark and quiet.
Except my night light that shines like a star.
Some how bringing comfort to the emptyness that seems to be lurking around the dark.
My mind begins to conclude maybe its my soul.
Quiet,
I sit and take in the world,
spinning in drifts
-- golden flecks of ash—
a cloud of shimmering possibilities shade my reality.
"There's no flaws in dreams,"Said my mind to me,"Be who you are, And who you want to be."I may have a personality,That's flawed in many ways,But a mind that's reigns...
"There's no flaws in dreams,"Said my mind to me,"Be who you are, And who you want to be."I may have a personality,That's flawed in many ways,But a mind that's reigns...
There's a girl in my English classwho always looks out the windowand sketches little people on the side of her spiral notebook.
A narrow mind needs not to dream
And I want a dreamer to dream with me.
So, before we part, it's this you must know:
You were a fanciful one, as far as dreams go.
I am a DREAMER.
This world isn't
complicated,
grey,
confusing,
or bland.
This world is full of opportunity
and color.
What we can do is LIMITLESS.
I am a dreamer,forever shall I sleep,as long as I lay heremy heart will always beat.And although my eyes don't openand my breathing stays the same,
I am a dreamer
I wonder why things happen the way they do
I hear the voices of the past
I see the promises of the future
It's 3am and I'm starting to wonder
if this storm is outside my window
or inside of my chest because I
miss the thunder of your breath
against my neck and the way your
fingers pour into me
Silence;
i stay still and wait,
for a single star to shine brighter than the rest.
Deep beneath the skin,
Reaching for something great,
It's almost here I cannot wait.
Following my dreams and not giving up,
We are
day-to-day here, surviving off
coffee and energy drinks
and herbal teas passed like drugs
beneath the lunch table.
Like cigarettes
I wonder why I have to wake up to these dreams,
You're a sky ful of stars that light up like sparklers,
I go to sleep dreaming about your eyes that shine crystal amorous gleams.
Why the heck does the world spin round
Everything’s turning so upside down
I can’t feel my energy no more
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
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
"Is it worth it?" ...You ask,
"Wasting your time, Is it worth it?"
And my first reaction is to laugh
The Dream
Starts with college and hard work
Thats the opurtunity to make millions
My paths not cut in clear yet but I know I'm on my way
Because greatness is a mind set and that's all you
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
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,
I escape my thoughts in the midst of the day trying to feel a void that has been empty for so
It's just not about the dates or the facts that follow. Reading thousands of pages. Finding the truths in all the words written hundred year old pieces of parchment. It is about all the lives that were impacted.
i live for
sunshine,
not in the sky but lighting up faces
like christmas tree lights strung on a tree,
and the star on top is lost in their vibrant eyes.
i live for
Ever since I was younger,
I was taught to wonder-
"What do you want to be
when you're older?"
I've changed my mind,
what seems to be a million times,
but now that I'm almost 17,
Words are taken for granted.
Written in books that just sit on shelves.
Children no longer want to read
but play video games.
What about the children who suffer.
depression
anxiety
Dreamer,
I am a scatter brained, introverted, unstable dreamer.
My hope is rooted in my faith,
my faith is in these cereberal illusions
that cause denial and confusion.
Goodmorning darlin'
Sing me the story of our lives.
Look at me again the way that you did
When our eyes were new.
Let yourself go with me again
With that dazed wonder of new love.
I’m not a dreamer; I’m a realist.
A dreamer believes in a dream without end, while a realist watches the dream crumble before them.
Sometimes they destroyed it themselves.
As one of those who comes and goes,and tries to keep her smile,she sees the world for what it iswith optimistic eyes.Art keeps her worried mind at ease
Dream, dream, dream, I wanna be a dreamer
Keep, keep, keep on stitchin up the seams so
I wanna say goodbye, I never got the chance
Dream, dream, dream, I wanna be a dreamer
Keep, keep, keep on stitchin up the seams so
I wanna say goodbye, I never got the chance
I never have a free weekend to party or have fun
I work in the fields and don't stop until the day is done
From six in the morning till seven at night
Wet the paintbrush
and mix the paint,
apply colour.
Colours blending,
Ceasing to become anything other than
Pure pigment.
I am an artist.
"Your line quality is lacking,"
I began as an idea.
Something someone thought up,
Creative
I am a reality.
A person who breathes,
Alive.
I am a skeptic.
Make me believe what I see,
Imaginary.
I’m told I will never belong
I speak and act equally as they
I’m told I should go back home
Home? But this is my home
Countless opportunities will be lost
All lost to a nine digit number
I started writing music when I was eleven.
First thing I wrote about,was the man up in heaven.
I never told anybody i was a writer,
I always thought somebody was going to hit me with the three striker.
I'm giving my all for a sligh chance
that I might make it
My dreams will not be frosaken.
I'm fighting against the odds.
Is it worth it? I think so.
Meanwhile, they awaken
They try to break me
I am a writer,
poetry is my soul:
I am a writer,
poetry came to me on its own.
I am a DREAMer,
my writing is my voice;
I am a DREAMer,
poetry runs my thoughts.
If they don't know your dreams
They can't shoot them down.
Open your eyes child, those pyros are burning 'round.
Emptyed my bowl filled with hopeless immunities.
“Empacó un par de camisas, un sombrero
Su vocación de aventurero, seis consejos, siete fotos
Mil recuerdos”
Little tiny tricycle
All shiny and new
Painted bright red
With a little white stripe
Ready to ride,
To stride, to wheel,
Ready to begin,
Eager,
To be ridden by one
Who would enjoy it,
Heart breaks hurt
When the person thinks it funny what he did
It makes it even worse
It’s like why say all of this to me and treat me like this
My heart might break from things sometime.
But eventually it gets put back together
Sometimes things get put back together with help.
She chose to wander all over and about
but she couldn't find her way out.
It's like she vanished in thin air
but the thing is she was really there.
She was scared that
if she opened the window of light
The rising of the crescent moon begins the wishing hour,
The stars erupt, align, & appear with enchanting power,
For lovers & dreamers, those lost & those found,
The clouds will dissipate,
Filling the mold, being the faithful daughter,
Doing as I am told, it is not a bother.
Always honest when inquired, presentation is the key,
Ask, and you will know, just who I am to be.
The dreamer in me can't stay still
The visions of the future give me chills
Languages I learn: Vietnamese and French
But my satisfaction isn't quenched
I want to travel
It seems the only place I care
Is in my sleep
Because the real world only hurts,
and causes pain.
No one pulls me down
inside my dreams.
It's a beautiful world there,
I feel so safe there.
Why do i feel so alone? People around me say they want to help, yet only make things worse. They Say "we know what your going through", "We can help you." A smile on my face as i nod. Truthfully i don't their pity. I know what i'm capable of.
I am not a poet
I think each stanza should rhyme
But I'm not good at rhyming
So poetry is freestyle to me
Writing like this makes me feel like a poet
But I'm not
Between the lines that my life holds
Reading the facts,the lies,the hate,
Twisting through the vines of love
Confusing,Trying to defuse the sparks that lie between the soul of us being human,
Your thoughts come as no surprise
I'm tired of your many lies
Stop beating me, I'll stop beating you
It's a truce
Remember who I am
Young and restless
Caged and Depressed
Never size me up
