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Quesy is the smell of something untasted to most. A certain flavor savored to all. Amidst the season of distaste to none. Unappetizing the palette of permanence. Mouthwatering the tasteless. Sweet dishes,
My path laid hidden before me, too tangled by thorned vines to spark within me a desire to discover what waited beyond the masked trail. Instead, I paced outside the entrance of my beckoning path
Let me panic and search for my purpose To which so many work to seek and find
Growing up through life, The pressure to find a job is high. It feels like a cut from a knife When you don’t know where to spend the rest of your time.
Fuck I never realized how much I loved writing Until I started researching a paper for an essay contest. I felt immersed in the research So excited to argue my point on the paper
I know life can be uneasy. It's not what it's always deemed to be, But you know that it can be, see, Your parents taught you all that you know,
I’m sitting here In a fairly comfortable leather-coated office chair Surrounded by grey walls Grey walls that neither excite nor inspire Grey walls that match the color of brain matter
This poem from beginning to end Is all of me, now and then. My Past indescribable as it can be Was not so sad you see.
I question what I'm doing everyday Because it's more stressful than satisfying in most ways Now as far as worth..without a doubt it pays Well, When you can accept how the game plays.
Pencil shavings became a sign of accomplishments A’s became common Teachers became leaders School became a creative space. Glances became kisses
Dressed in scrubs, with overworked, tender feet. Promenading and scurrying through the long hallways ahead of me. The anxious and hope that abundantly builds up inside, not
Crucial: a day, year, month in which I can never turn back. Now, no turning back does not mean I cannot look forward, and looking forward does not mean I can't learn from my past.
"You're hardworking, cute and a great person." He said to me smiling His words moved me so much I was to the point of tears. I ponder about my past of middle school and the hell I went through.
Day 1 Trigger-happy gigglersWe laugh on instinctErupting roars around the roomlike criss-cross apple sauce trip minesToo short for ridesCondemning tattle-talesSelectively breeding kickball sides
My true passion, the one and only thing that saves me from insanity, the one thing that makes me different from everybody else, not only is it a talent, but it is an art, and a sport,
Born a girl But read a book And now what is she, A he An it? Doesn’t she know the pain he causes others When it Or xe? Decides a thousand things In a single day?
Mama says “You have no passion. What do you love? What do you like?” I don’t respond, I hate conflict, don’t want to fight. But there’d be no mind-changing anyways
Stupendously surreptitiousInnuendo on the rocks.Deliciously denigrated,Drunken with the fox.Imbibed and steeped like Earl Grey,Steaming under the white collarOf studio-excellent executivism.
He saw the cloudsand took his umbrellaon his sleepy carousel liferound and roundup and downeighty floors highto eradicate his stack of papersbefore his noon expedition
I don't wanna be what you want me to be. I'll be what I see as what's right for me. I understand everyone can't have their fantasies come true, But the right to choose what career someone wants isn't for you.
As a child I never really noticed differences or imperfections in the people around me. It has never once crossed my mind why I might be better than someone else, and it most likely never will.
Music is the key to everything that flees
Middle Tennessee State University holds me strong, In its arms, I can see my future career can't go wrong. Down in the south, I find my passion, love, and knowledge,
Im not a genius Im just creative No better than the other guy Who has been created I climbed my way up through the business world Who would ever know success would come
All this time I have been looking For what I wanted to do it took me Up to this point to figure it out Beyond every eureka and doubt Hold on a sec, I think I've got it Until, oh no, I just forgot it
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
Constantly concerned for others to the point where I let myself be held back. It just hurts to see someone go without I've been there and I've done that and I don't want to see it anymore.
The white sandy beaches crash against the waves as if battling for the territory of land. The birds fly through the air sending signals of impending danger to their nearby relatives.
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
Looking out at the crowd, Realizing this life is yours. Living and breathing what you love It's what you worked for all the dedication and time But now is your time to shine
I know I should be working I know that it's just "right" Not relying on welfare checks
1. The Path to Becoming a Teacher is...
My eyes see the world In ways different than yours Forming ideas, designing images This is the gift I was given Turning what you see into art Frames, collages, canvasses And one day
Hobby (noun) an activity or interest pursued for pleasure or relaxation
Give me time To change the world To blossom and fly To metamorphasis
Physical Therapy, is the art of any therapy I've always believed that one must love people Love medicine, love the body
When you lie awake at night, do you dream? Do you dream of blood? Do you dream of a flood of urine? Do you dream of a heroine addict? Do you dream of the old and the young?
Never been one to settle on one thing, my mind always moving, never pausing to stick to one choice, one life-altering decision. Even my love for language sometimes never seems strong enough for a life-long commitment.
Walking into my reunion
Exhausted Working forty hour weeks At a job you don’t belong Nobody appreciative of your efforts
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
What is a Job? a place to learn? a place to grow? What is a Job? to pass time? to pay back something you owe? If one must ask, and im sure you are curious,
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
A simple job, low pay I'd make my career and some day change the world how you say? a simple idea spread to lighten their minds from that dull grey spreading knowledge with art
Helping others have always been a part of me.To see them smile, to see who they end up to be.Before, they look down as if they felt shamed.They don't understand that I am not there to blame.
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;
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
My parents said my desired career was not fit for this world. They said I will not make enough money to live. I want to change the world. I want to BE somebody. Do they not understand?
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.
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.
Who are you going to call, When your leg is broken and you can't walk, When you have sniffles and the chills, When your back is constantly hurting, But you don't know why? Who are you going to call,
I stare out the window, watching the rain It rolls down the window like the tears on my face. This pain, this fear, I’ve been trying for years To make it go away, to make it disappear.
I dream of flying not in the sky, but in the way that a dream soaring far above our heads can lift our feet into the air. I dream of meaning something. Not to myself
Some have dreams, others have visions. It's all about setting up your goals with percision. Born, one day, sitting in an old classroom the next. But, you know, you won't be like the rest.
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
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.
3 months of my life I don't remember Nuerons dying Brain bruised When I woke up from the sudden sleep I had no answers The Doctors who have dedicated their entire
Excerpt from his life, he would never want to recollect.
Creation is the greatest and most powerful gift.
Life Live it up Wake up to a new day And seize it Carpe Diem Seize the day But which day are you really seizing? Today? Yesterday? Tomorrow? Will you go and grab next Tuesday?
The time has come and I'm ready to surpass one of life's greatest milestones that isn't taught in class. If I did not need to decide, I'd gladly take off and explore, but I must, so I shall, and I'll try not to view it as a chore.
The sound of laughter Helped me realize my dream. I want to save lives.
Like the caged chimp I sitWaiting for evolution to carry me on.The metal bars chill me to the bone. Though the atmosphere closes in on me, I feel withdrawn. And I can’t help but grit my teeth
Concentrate and choose a time,forget that time, write different lines,forgive yourself, and say that next time other things will not get in the way.Lose your limits, take a new spin,panic writes the best of poems,
Forbes publishes “top jobs,” and the sport of Googling can easily yield endless lists of “best careers” of any given year, even those that have yet to come. These labels are slapped onto underrepresented fields,
You tell us to prepare for college And cram our brains with useless knowledge That won't help us in our lives Won't help us support our wives Why am I learning about pre-calculus,
Explore my mind, Explore my mind What am I to be? Who am I t find? What will life bring to me? Why do I feel blind? Blinded by my destiny, my true destiny I wonder A Poet, an actress, a dancer
I used to dream of lab coats, Of saving people’s lives. I used to dream of science fields, ‘Til counselor mocked my fear of knives. I then moved on to pursuing art,
I’ve stood by my superiors like a soldier, Standing up and sitting down at their command. I’ve happily served them, even as I grew older, As the hourglass sadly filled up with sand.
Each day prepares us For that furture we strive for The blood, sweat and tears Proof of all our endeavours Waiting for the day when our passion and career are finally one
They say a dream is a wish your heart makes But your heart doesn’t warn you of all the roadblocks it will take: The sleepless nights, The negative opinions of even your closest allies, Society’s judgment,
I started mending cuts, with bandages and peroxide. Now I am trained to save lives, watching closely sitting pool side.
The moments pass by in a blink of an eye. These inspire people to not just soar but to make them fly. Larger than life events are depicted so all can see. To show the life of one, or to show how we are free.
To the past a world lived and known To the present a world deformed To the future a world unknown A world to take by storm In an institute where intel collects Lies the keys of our future prospects