hardships
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He ran to each car with roses in his hand,
The pain in his eyes is hard to understand,
No money ! No ease , just despair!
Helplessness wouldn’t even let him breath fresh air,
The gritty, hot yellow sand
The cold, salty ocean
The warm, swirling breeze
With the beautiful palm trees
The big, bright, blinding sun
Being born in one of the poorest countries, The remembered day, when the ground shook on the 12th day of January, reminiscing myquestions “...why is the ground shaking”?
I had it easy
Like a breezy walk through the plains
Sun shining
Rainbows glowing
Along came a hill
A quick ascent
I was raised with all the correct tools
resources, books, experience.
Yet, I struggle.
Struggle to realize I schedule my own doctor's appointments,
swipe my own card at registers,
Pay for my own gas.
Growing up is difficult.
Growing up in a third world country is also difficult.
Moving away was hard.
It wasn't easy.
I dont think it'll ever be.
Hold on tight, do not let go
The fall might be a wrecking blow.
The rope hanging, unable to bear,
The threads pulling, threatening to tear.
While you hear the lines' last call to rip,
I need a job
I need a life
I need you
Far from perfect we are born
With some of us feeling more privileged than others
The one commonality we share is disappointment
You are my life
You are my friend
I miss you so much
Deep down I blame myself for everything
It is my fault
I lost contact with you
I lost you
I will always see you as my big bro
Dear Little Kaylee,
If only you knew what your future holds,
Your accomplishments, your heartbreaks,
Your best and worst moments.
You will encounter hardships,
But they will shape your character
To the girl who thought yesterday was today,
She lowered her gaze,
Her old ways haunting her.
She withdrew her hand,
Her presence in all absences.
She bent her knees,
Her fantasies shattered.
Only purest of hearts and most loved of lovers
Know what it means to lose the other.
Can people not tell?
As if the endless white fields were not good enough,The mist rode in and seeing became tough.What else will god do to make life rough?Maybe he won't send more p
She is afraid of fading into history
of being an unknown story among the classics
of forgotten churchgoers who live on their knees
She doesn't know how she's going to pay the bills
Senior to Freshman all over again
The end of something old
The start of something new
Tiptop shape to Crippling from the outside in
365 days that changed my life forever
It was challenging, heart-breaking, and tough
I wish I could reverse time, no doubt, whatsoever
Life had never been so rough
So many beautiful lives were lost
Heartache-
Strain-
And when sometimes all I want is to finally break
The sun still comes up.
Regret-
Despair-
And when there's times I'm certain that I'm just a dumb burnette
Where were we in that past life?
This is no run of the mill fast life
Getting up around seven and getting back past nine
Enough to make the irrational type
Practical
Why does there have to be sadness in the world?
I guess sadness builds character in people
It makes them stronger
Through hardships, comes good things
This is for the kids who walk in the hallways with thier eyes cast towards the floor
This is for the kids who play alone on the playground during recess, kicking the wood chips beneath your sneakers, waiting for that bell to ring
Money (An English Translation of my German Poem : "Geld")
Laying by a tree
with my head hung.
Many birds fly above
and I think
"Why can I not fly?"
Life with no wings
All the lights we can not see,
All the music we can not hear,
All the memories we can not remember
Are the shadows of a life unpursued.
Are ripples in a pond with no reflection.
IncomparableMysticalMagical It is so UnattainableEnlightening DeluxeIn every way Keeping the actions of the brokenAt bayIt is like walking into an open field
It started off with the alarm,
alerting that my day had just begun.
The iPhone yelled into my ear
causing my dreams to be undone.
I got dressed and brushed my teeth,
curled my hair and went down to eat.
My life, is a ship lost at sea, with the wind raging and waves tossed up at me.
On a course unset, with the sun set beautifully.
That light in the distance is my little fix that I use to see.
New steer,
New me.
Thoughs clear,
Now I see.
Now I'm older,
Epiphanies never end
Now I'm wiser,
My experiences can defend
No longer naive
No longer pure
My feelings are rewritten and straining
as I see others struggling to make it in life
The winds in my heart are changing
I remember when my opinion of the world was so loving, so unbending
I am me
You are you
We are different in more ways than seem true
You are not perfect, and neither am I,
You are thin, and I am wide.
But while all of this is true,
As I drive, watching my city streets roll past me
I see the tear stained faces of broken homes
And children being raised by strangers.
I see the garbage cluttered streets of SE,
Back in the day i wouldnt even know this is you
Every move, every word is brand new
Your love for me you aint even gotta prove cause you see it in me, i see it in you
Darkness circles the area of the box I'm in!
Them, they only see me standing there in glory, open space, with a smile as bright as sin,
Between the world outside, and,
the world my eyelids can't hide,
refuge is found
Peace in the most minimal amount
Escape the prison of my mind
and the scary world outside
Life, right?
Everyone always says to embrace it, to live it and to love it, that we will never be as young as we are in this moment, to live with no regrets, that life is so precious.
I am a good person. Im telling myself that because I know I am a good person. Well, to be self-honest, to keep the truth before my tired eyes: maybe its just my appearance. My persona is often oppressed and affected by other personas.
Oh struggle, my true friend and enemy
Oh how you ruthlessly hurt and help us
Oh my hated foe and valued ally
Oh what a paradox you are thus
You give us both triumph and tragedy
I am forever trapped in the storm of iniquity
Lightning flashes
Tunder ulvulates
Wind wraps around my body like a whip
Rain splashes agaist my face
My heart pulsate with every lasting second
I do not see your physical body
Your physicality is beautiful beyond measure
Your personality eminates frequencies of joy beyond conception
Your character stands tall with virtue and honesty
Should I stay,
Should I go,
Should I pray,
Even for a foe?
Should I walk,
Should I run,
Should I talk,
Show my ideas a little sun?
Should I stand tall,
Should I crumble and weep,
At sixteen years of age, in some ways I am not the girl I once was.
I am not the care-free little girl who had no qualms.
I am not the girl whom making friends was the easiest task in the world.
When you start off young you see yourselfan astronaut among the starsor driving in all the fancy cars. You never know what mess you’ll get in
Shuffling woes and dragging my feet
the static cling
of innumerable issues
being unavoidably faced...all at once
is my fate
The fault was mine
My life is full of love and care
but to say it is perfect ...i don't dare,
I can't say i am desperatly sad
but the lack of happiness drives me mad,
I've been very patient all of these years
Every family has its ups,
Every family has its downs,
Every family has its smiles,
Every family has its frowns.
Every family has its sunshine,
Every family has its rain,
Every family has its happy,
This flower, so seemingly frail yet so brilliantly red, her petals are frayed and yet her stem holds fast to the unyielding concrete she strives to grow from.
Me
I am one of a kind
I should have been an actor
with a poker face like mine
As I wake to the rising sun every day,
i prepare myself for the battle
which lie and mask am I going to use today?
Where I Am From
I am from the unknown in what’s known.
Roots for many simply ignored.
Sky blue and white,
You know that moment
you feel wounded and broken?
You say something easy and fine
and they look at you with a blank line.
I was labeled a nothing from the time I was born,
No one seen a future in me, so my heart always remained torn.
"You're stupid and wont get far in life" is what I was always told.
It is hard knowing we’re this far apart,
doing nothing, but missing each other.
The space between seems simply elongated,
making it hard to think properly.
Want you here, holding me in your arms;
The "Road" ahead was chilling,
but my willpower was high.
My goals, if God be willing,
Would stretch up to the sky.
In seeming despiration,
I watched it slip away.
She has magic in her hands
The wand is her pen
She delicately draws the lines
Then she eloquently makes them refined
She doesn’t do it to waste time
She does it to clear her mind
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What is a mother?
What is my mother?
What is she?
Can someone tell me?
No, well mom you tell me
Tell me, what I am supposed to see?
Is it perhaps love?
Well no it cannot hun
The pumping glass stone,
Tossed and dropped and shattered,
The pain is felt and reflected through orbs
Anguish!
Pain!
Sorrow!
Strain and pressure, the stone may die,
but it doesn’t
And soon,
I do realize that everything is not all right.
However, I decided to go with it.
I came to college to get an education.
Even though I’m not doing so well,
I am still getting educated.
What if the harmony of saints and sinners /
Broke in moments o’er passing of bread? /
Temporal and shallow, this generation envisage /
Martyrdom, not white but red /
Hate litters the street
tripping cause the feats are too large
packing people in clubs like clown cars
traveling far on an illusive high
trying to get by, leading to windows down
