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Sometimes moving on can be one of the scariest things that you force yourself to do,
But it is the only way that you can move on and try to see things through.
THE WHITE PATH
A white proud path
On goal oriented footpath
Leader with white pearls
Lifted heads as he turns
it is time again to be
grappling at being free
again I must be coming down
the path in which I wear the crown
for with it comes, the waves of pain
they've come to haunt me once again
oh, the color!
that lines these painted prints of journey
that lay as flowered steps before me
but, oh, the wonder
seeing only the color
Bitter nothing passed these lips
as words poured towards you in silent riffs.
A melody of sour times
the money good s, the smell of muscidimes
Serene breezes flow through us
Sometimes I have to remind myself
Things aren't that bad
That all I am
Is a little lost
That I'll find my way
Tucked into my thoughts
I’ve lost my map and I have no clue where I am going
The fear of not knowing has continued growing
The way I am has been lost for months
Take a road on the jet-black highway,
You are about to embark on a new adventure,
The scorching sun hits the surface as the heat waves rise,
The eagles fly high above the flower-decorated cacti,
Between the lines I see light
But any type of light it's the kind of light
That you would want to touch
That you can imagine what it would be like to be in that area
Life is always watching
Creeping in the distance, waiting for your next move
She gives you roads to choose from
Then tricks you when you least expect it
Kids divagate
Because they don't know direction of life
Young-adults developed
To find the direction of life
Adult discharge
Because they know the direction of life
Death is slow
Like a sick flower with bleak petals that no longer grow
One by one, the petals begin to fall
Unable to avoid the final death call
Seek and listen for that silent sound of surety, in the stillness of peace succumbs your confidence. Time will surge the hardships from its hands, but patience brings triumphs, if you stand against the strikes.
My skin used to be an armor
and as courageous as I seemed
it was all just this facade
that made sleep make me feel like I could be redeemed.
But I was lost
and I wasn't me.
My mind is afloat with many ideas,
Thoughts are ignited inside the eye of things which cannot be erased.
Can this path of life lead to the place that I can call home,
Asking when the right time is
To move on forward,
To leave behind things unbroken,
People not forgotten,
Actions never betraying a regretful tone,
May not be so hard after all.
They say not to question God, for His ways are beyond our own.
It was a Sunday morning, watching the sweat pour from my father's face as he delivered the Holy Word,
"For I knew thee before I formed thee in the womb."
To be sorry, I had to leave
My soul still guide within our blood
I knew will meet that bitter end
That cross our path and lead to the depth
Where my heart still boil lava and gold
Insecure as I always was…
Compared to the expectation of my dreams,
And the flight of my imagination,
It seems still,
This space I possess,
My 17th year of life.
I send a quake towards my destiny,
"I feel the beat of my own words as they tumble
A stutter, a jump in the waves of age that crash
Down, encircling my head, shooting an emotional gun
A bang in bed, so hard it breaks.
From under this morning's sun,
Carefully,
Quickly,
I dared sipped from it.
I thought,
With my eyes closed;
Forget today,
Let someone else take your route.
Should you open that beloved book of words,
Should you choose to see what lies within,
Should you find, by chance, a certain word,
Janus, it would be;
You would find not the god, but a picture of me.
The path.
What path?
Which do you choose?
What if you change your mind?
Where do you go from there?
The never-ending road to death.
Mysterious, exciting,terrifying.
Copious ways to fail.
I feel that I should write but I don't know what to say
I'm not sure how I feel on this glorious day
On one hand, it's good to be alive
Then again, I can't seem to make up my mind
what if i said
im ready to go
im ready to change
just show me the way
the path
the life
im ready for you
lead the way
i am lost
blind
and hopeless
We all attempt to know ourselves.
As people, we are born and the process begins.
Exploration of body and mind,
Blinking eyes and wiggling fingers and toes,
We search for answers.
I don't know what I want.
Making plans, I feel stable.
But he sees concrete.
I am not concrete.
He is the wind and I can't
Fly without a map.
I am a river,
Broken roads engulfed with rubble
A heart apiece, blind eyes focusing
Who can stand to face the trouble
The hearts that burn, spurned
Eager to face another day, wanting
When you walk upon this Earth...every seed, grain of dirt, leaf, flower, weed, patch of grass, dot of sand, piece of ice, snow, rock, mud; all that you step upon is now part of your trace.
Night fades to darkness,
with only the sound of crickets to hear.
Clouds roll over the moon,
creating a moment of fear.
For even in night
does the moon shed its light
allowing us to see our way
I'm losing my mind it's three in the morning and my mind is starting to unwind,
I'm going on auto drive and everything is so intensified,
Electricity and power and thoughts inside
Music, and wonder and time
It’s just a glimpse inside my mind
Worry and hope and tears I’ll cry
Happiness and running and learning to fly
Who am I?
Am I the person you see right in front of you?
Am I the person you hear people talking about?
Am I the person crying out for attention?
Am I the person who needs your approval on who I am?
Flitting through the trees
She runs
Like the quicksilver moon
High in the clear night sky
He passes through the dark trees
Striding onward with some mysterious purpose
There are moments where we might wonder about our after-life,
As we may see some of our experiences of life fly by.
Everything is so detailed to have a simple end.
Just look at the night sky and how it extends.
Blink.
Brink.
Sink.
We, the people, lose touch
Technology and sin are important
Glory of creation, not so much
Blinking, we reach the ledge
I wandered away to another place
Looking for something I lost.
I was not sure what it was
But I needed to search for it.
I wandered away from my blue sky,
My browning leaves,
At last I have started a new beginning
A new start where I have no history
No history that follows
At last I can see a bright start
A bright start to my new future
A new future that follows
I just want to be myself that nobody can change.
Writing down my path and finishing a page.
My life in my own words and drawing out my thought.
Listening to all my peers, but forgetting what I'm taught.
There's not a moment that I think I've got it figured out.
I see the rays of hope behind the growing clouds of doubt.
And I cannot make sense of it as nobody else can.
I've got to follow all the rules, follow God's plan.
My heritage and my background,
The color of my skin or the color of yours
the length of my hair or the length of my nails,
My hieght or my size only have as much power as i give them
If I were older than I am,I would be travelling the universe.If I were wiser than I am,I would be writing countless books to inform the publicthat I am doing something.And although I am not older nor am I wiser;
I on a pathA journeyToward happiness, love, and prosperityBut this journey is not easyIt is not what it seemI have surpass obstacleI have succumb to the it’s affectTearsLaughterLonenessHappiness On this path I hope I become the person I want to be
ahead was two paths,
'the path of good and evil' as they say,
but my choice was not that simple,
to live in misery with a soul and be in pain daily,
or to live without a soul and feel no pain,
We were like a bright and sunny day, But a dark cloud hovered and you became gray. Once sitting and laughing until we cried, Now something happened, our flower died. I wondered if things were better would we still be okay?
Beaten is the pathBeneath the wandering feetOf those all lost in wayWho find themselves at peace
I wake up at night
Unsure of what may come sometimes
I have walked aimlessly
Like a song without a beat
I do not know whether I hold instruments of deciet
In what I try, in my existing dreams
All these DREAMS I am having.
They are all free, yet worthless.
Some seem sorrowful sometimes
And some seem serious sometimes
As if they were worth of being dreamt.
I have realized the hard way;
Words rising and falling like mountains and valleys.Letters form Heroes with passion and calling.Seas of ideas, all structured in stanzas.
I write to learn
about who I am
to embrace the ugly things
so that I can no longer call them ugly
To force my attention to moments that sound dissonant in my mind
Dreams fill our souls
Weaving, spinning tales
of love and laughter,
Blossoming hearts.
Scenes of life and color
formed not in a lens, but in minds.
Oh, the colors
It gets me through every day.
It expresses what I cannot say.
It lets me be someone else,
or helps me to be just myself.
It is at times my enemy, but also my friend.
Escape
Because a cruel world needs a safe place
Dream
Because sometimes a piece of paper and a pen can create a new reality
Emotion
Because tears come to often and tissue runs out
Love
you can dream big
or you can dream small
or you can dream nothing at all!
but if you dream big
and reach for the stars
you just may succeed
as far as you need
and if you dream small
It's all emotion, feeling the power escape when you let it free
i love that feeling, the feeling of marking down who I am, feeling like me
me and nobody else.. Just this little pen and paper
I have seen the path less taken,
And really it's not all that,
It's simple really,
And always light,
But there is scarcity of food or drink,
If this is the path to take should I sooner die,
There's a rough path to your dreams, kid.
You're going to get beat down and maybe even run over,
You're going to reach a point where you feel like you can't take anymore.
Not everyone can throw money at their problems,
When one has all but wish for none
When one has none but wishes all
One’s path, One’s fate, One’s Destiny
A life for a life, denial in humanity
A life denial at humanity for a life
She cried black tears , she can feel the blood in her heart freeze over
As her breathing gets slower the cuts get deeper, scared with memories
Of his hands striking her face, helpless no escape , even though shes a
walk continously
walk endlessy
and see the diverging paths
there are too many too count
for they show the entirety of man
some lead to pain
others to darkness
and some to love
I tooke a pth most wouldn't
its calm and familiar to me
although most would disagree
many can't handle the path i take in life
filled with darkness but light all around
It's been awhile since we talked,
It's just that talking has become hard,
Things have changed more than I thought.
I've traveled over mountains,
Through the endless wood,
To search for a path that's mine,
To take the road I should.
So many thoughts running through my head
All day and all night
Thinking as I lay in bed
What to do
Who to be
My future clouded
No clear path I see
I've looked and searched
I don’t always walk on the right path.
I try to do things on my own and I fall.
I fall into the deep holes of life.
I follow my own path instead of God’s.
I keep falling and falling but God keeps picking me up.
You fear it,
The door you never dared to look behind.
You're content with not knowing;
Scared of what you will find.
What if the door leads to better?
Or worse….
What if?
Take a walk
Ease your mind
Take a walk
Leave all your worries behind
Just walk
Now stride
Saunter ‘round a honeysuckle vine
And smell the sweet drifting smell of
Time
I feel no pity.
Not even a little bit
To leave the city
In which I
With my existence
Didn't bring the light,
Didn't love the stranger,
therefore, this place has nothing
I would consider mine.
People who scream and shout,
What the fuck is that shit all about
Today you said I love you, I hate you, I wish you were dead
But at the end of the day you should be lucky to be blessed.
People who scream and shout,
What the fuck is that shit all about
Today you said I love you, I hate you, I wish you were dead
But at the end of the day you should be lucky to be blessed.
Tossed in the air, how's it gonna fall?
sometimes two options are easier than all,
but you never really understand,
the power is out of your hands
I can still hear the sound of the echo
If I was one thing, I’d be a candle
Lighting the way so you can handle
Your life easier without woes
Not having to fight with your foes.
Everyone was born with parents,
How long they stayed is different.
Everyone once had a home,
Whether it was the streets or somewhere warm.
Everyone once held innocence,
