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Children are supposed to play,
Not spend so much time wondering why they've been betrayed.
At what age should a child be able to define dismay?
How young is too young for a child to learn to hate?
If I had the strength to make it through another day,
Maybe I would.
But today I'm too weak to even cry.
Trust me, I've tried.
If I had the hope that life might improve,
Maybe I'd pray.
Searching for a way to see.
Reaching out for some kind of mercy.
Kneeling before God, I plead,
Please awaken me from this dream.
Searching for something about which to dream.
As your birthday approaches,
The tears get harder to hold back,
As I look back on my motives,
Remembering when my heart was in tact.
That day that I broke your heart,
I also destroyed mine,
What if we suddenly awoke,
Realized it'd all been a dream?
What kind of feelings would be evoked;
For us what would it mean?
And if I could give back all this time,
Run back across the line,
Shine like a diamond when the world calls you coal
Ignite like a flame, even in winters so cold
Fly like a dove when storms are approaching.
Stand tall like a tree, when no one is watching
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Is that my heart in your pocket or are you just happy to hurt me?
What’s a masterpiece like you doing with a disaster like me?
Hey, you see my friend over there? He wants to know if you think I’m stable?
Don’t give up and never give in
Keep fighting the fight and someday you’ll win
So don’t give up and never give in
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again
This world will not greet you
Not long ago the growing pains started
The pains that broke the broken-hearted
The inevitable happened- I went blind
It was quite an experience at first
My vision went from bad to worse
Not long ago the growing pains started
The pains that broke the broken-hearted
The inevitable happened- I went blind
It was quite an experience at first
My vision went from bad to worse
show up
throw up
grow up
GET DOWN!
rise up
time's up
lift up
SLOW DOWN!
he's up
she's up
what's up?
GOING DOWN!
Alright, enough with this nice girl bullshit
It took too long to understand that an open hand can't hold shit
'Cause the more you give, the more they want
Adventure is out there! I first heard you say
So I followed your voice -
and found you on your field day.
What are you doing, you ask, you wonder?
As I gaze on your motivations,
If you can hear my voice,
Speak up please,
Quivering in the shadows,
Frightened of presumptions and
Prejudice,
I shut my voice to hinder
Judgment.
I am silent for
The sole reason
Together let's go on a grand adventure. Just you and I, exploring this world that we live in.
1,2,3,4How many gunshots moreHard to trust anyone in a blue uniformThey hold off on telling us what we did wrongBut swears to the judge we've been informedI feel unsafe in my streetsI fear a white boogie man strangling me in the sheetsI'm scared m
On the day my sibling chose the rope
A woman came to the door
After dad cut him down
I listened to his chest
There was no beat
The sands fall wastefully,
Across the charcoal floor,
How? I ask, with a harrowed sigh,
Might I fill the glass with more?
When I grow upI want to be a programmerNot just any kindI want to write video gamesMake a character run or jumpMake a gun fireRemoving bugsGetting feedbackMaking changes
Enlarge your vision …
and You can achieve whatever You put Your mind to ..
increase Your confidence ..
inside You are untapped potentials ..
Your dreams can definitely come true ..
She, falling in love before
and he, to depart without
a bye so good
darkened Her heart from red
to gray and further to black
it was as if death
I don't know, for how could I?
I am complicated, yet want to be simple
No one can tell me who I am
For even I can't decide
I wish things wouldn't change
For good ideas are left to hang.
Notice all the old folks, hear them say
What happened to the kids nowadays?
Sitting on their ass, shorts way too high
Lying, cheating with pants down to their thighs
This is the age of the young, wild, and free
Up, upward, I'm looking up, birds are chirping too, reminds me of things I want to do. Fly, flying high above away from cares I soar, my dreams my aspirations come tumbleing down like sheets of paper.
The riddles that ring,like the telephones from now and the pastThe dialing of the words that spin in a continuous circle, they always lastAnd when you answerYou want to know why they called
Be yourself they say
its ok your no different from the rest
But as soon as you choose to step out the closet
Its like your all a mess
You cant be different
if you have a mindeset
of everybody else
Woke up in a dream under asphalt treessoaked in the sap of the sweltering citywearing these old rat rags and sneering at the concreteGreyscale mindset stitched into my sleeve
Verse 1 Only:
Sleepin while we're walkin but now we ain't stoppin/
Culture be always changing but God stays solid/
People be croppin the picture they dissolvin/
Forget about absolute we want our own option/
oh, you like her?
oh please tell me more.
wow, shes pretty! thats in creaqdible she really sounds like one of a kind.
listen, now
you have to understand here
you seem to have this brain defficiency
He lifts me up even when I deserve to have fallen
I constantly seek this faith and he guides me to my calling
He is an awesome God with plans for my better
He is my shelter in stormy weather
Its not always understood that maybe your cultural views and religon, tend to get in the way of many things.
I can't make through this pain
give up
You'll never find a job
man just give up
Don't try harder next time
There is no hope for you
give up
I fear myself
well who i think i might be
i might be gay
but my heart denies me
it tells me no yours as straight as they come
and then i see her and the butterflies run
Word is Bond, for the understood it is fond, beyond the shallow of a pond, it overpowers the magician's wand, its not slick, truth overcomes the trick, few are chosen few that are picked, truth blows out candles in a wick, it build's mind's into t
I came into in to the world and I knew who you were
But I didn’t know you
I slipped out of the womb battered and bruised and the only reason I lived was because of you
And yet I’m ungrateful
Running around hiding
Feet on ground
Head in the sky
Making plans for the future
When I am barely getting by
Just happy to be smiling
So lucky to be alive
Whether money grows on trees
Or I am begging on my knees
The royalty he desires
Burns brighter
Than any fire
The dreams he always had
Mislabeled as passing fads
Late nights, constantly wishing
For miracles that have been missing
I have placed this pen in a behemothic, spherical object,
Where it is not required to nest in the area it was assigned to,
But it has the option to wander around,
And perform what it desires.
When I was younger
I would sit in the back of the classroom without saying a single word
My teacher would always call on me
Words, they are a wonderous, miraculous creation. They bring about many emotions in people, from melancholy to elation. Why people would ever bring themselves to use these to hurt others, from someones grandparents, and even their little brothe
Fighting, but i'm weak with both hands. A vacation, eyes detect no beach, feet feel no sand. Double left handed, clubsy but talented. Can't get a job, did once but got fired because I couldn't manage the way my manager managed things.
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.
I would say I love the like the night loves the day,
But we cannot correlate the feelings of all the times I created each one.
My poems were a song of sorrow,
They expressed my deepest anger with the world I used to know.
I'm twisted twisted up inside
drowning in this love for you
the knot in my throat
only worse with every fleeting moment
i simply wish to speak
without a curse holding me back
i dream of letting words come out
from the inside out
without a trail of tears following
falling from my eyes as if they were the skies
Like an object at rest I remained
Although a force was acting upon me
There was no reaction of mine
To the change that had happened
What a strange phenomenum of science I was
I didn't react when I should have
