Honestly. I'm tired of hearing it. Who are you? What are you going to do in life? How will you make your mark? What will you amount to? That's not a real career. Have you thought about something else as a more practical career? You won't succeed.
How can I think freely if all my thoughts are full of holes? Everyone nitpicking them until they no longer exist, what's the point of even trying? How can I succeed if everyone pushes me back into my bubble? What am I supposed to do if I can't even leave? No one expects me to leave, either.
How am I supposed to get anywhere if I'm surrounded by high expectations? What am I supposed to accomplish? I can't get anywhere today. The bar's too high. All I can do is complain. Is this really all I can do? It's so... awful. It's a bother. It's a nuisance. I hate it. What am I meant to be?
To be a winner you must first believe that you're a winner. It's the power of the mind that controls and make whatever the brain thinks happened. Life begins from within the mind. For there's nothang one can do without the consents of the mind. The Power Of the mind could control the roll of a dice. The Power of a positive mind changes misfortune. Determination and enthusiasm are the openings to the entrance of greatness through optimism. Confidence makes the stairs smooth. Self-reliant with focus, Leads to the quickest pathway to massive accomplishment. #c9_fm
i am currently working on publishing my poetry into a collection i don't expect to make any money nor do i imagine that i will gain any popularity but this is an accomplishment that has added motivation and excitement into my life i know it will be difficult and draining but wish me the best of luck
Play me a sad song? But what of this joyous day Summer unfurls before us And warm sunshine tans my skin
Sure we toil in trenches Dug as defensive lines Against a swarm So complete in its hostility
But brothers, hear the sounds of nature Echoing around us Wrapping us in soft cacoons Of sweet distraction
So do not sing a sad song Don't dampen my ephemeral mood Let me have this moment of reprieve As I dig trenches On a future battlefield
This poem was written in Afghanistan in 2010. It is the only positive piece I have written from the portion of my life. And those of you who've read my other poems about war probably know that very well. It was just a strange day as summer began and we were in our short sleeve shirts building defensive barriers, surrounded by towering mountains. It was such a beautiful sight. It made me think about working in the yard with my dad and the feeling of bonding and accomplishment at a day's toil.
That feeling you get When you finish the show Before anyone starts clapping.
That feeling of breathlessness and accomplishment all at the same moment.
That my friend, is what we march for.
I just finished band camp 2 weeks ago and tonight we just had our first rehearsal and I've got to say, this has been the best time of my life. I love these people and I can't wait to spend the next 2 years with them