There was a light in my heart,
Illuminating straight into the depths of my fears.
Way far away from the red embedded on my lips.
There was a light,
Beyond the glow

Pretty as I looked,
The joy I felt, was nothing compared to the beauty I saw..
For it was a joy,
Beyond the glow of my gloss.

The joy brought by the beauty in my hard work,
The beauty of achieving my goals,
The glory in the satisfaction of the dreams I dreamt.
That is;
Beyond the glow.

Greetings HelloPoetry community! Since arriving here, I've found a home I could have never imagined, and a support for my work that fills my heart with more joy than I can begin to express to you. I would like to offer a sincere thank you to all of my supporters, and anyone who has taken the time to peruse my work. Now, I must ask you all for one more favor. As a result of my exposure on this site, I was discovered by a publishing company, and have been included in a compilation of nine previously unpublished authors titled Cry Love (http://www.amazon.com/Cry-Love-More-Voices-Verse/dp/0692392408/ref=sr11?ie=UTF8&qid;=1432052822&sr;=8-1&keywords;=andrew+Switzer). The book costs a mere ten dollars, and all of the proceeds go towards ensuring that we continue to find a venue for our linguistic gymnastics. Now, I'm not unreasonable. Anyone who purchases a copy, and spreads the word to their friends, family, and colleagues, will not go unrewarded. For what it is worth, I will help to spread the word of your works, and ensure that you gain exposure with my circle of friends and family, at the very least, in the hopes that you may one day be able to be published as well. This is a dream come true for me, and it would make it all the better if you would be able to purchase one copy, in support of the arts and the continued love for the manipulation of the English language. Thank you in advance to all who may purchase one, and best wishes to all!

You tell me, stay in school.
Push me into subjects
I dislike. Tell me, do well,
so I can sleep and eat
and weep, freely. Forever.

Yet you, you did none of
that. You blew your life
away on smoke rings,
round the back of
school bike sheds.

Never have kids, you chant.
Yet you brought me
into this world at nineteen,
planned and decided and
chosen, whatever. Forever.

Kids ruin your life, you cry.
And did I ruin yours?
A permanent reminder
of what could have been,
where you could have gone,
what you should have seen?

I mean, it's obscene.
I know you cherish me.
Your cherubim. Sixteen and
high-achieving. Your darling
daughter. Forever.

And maybe it's because
you know I could do better.
But I guarantee, you were
told this once too. And
perhaps it disheartened you,
pushed you to rebellion.

Or perhaps this is
encouragement you never saw?
Motivation you had so
wished and hoped and
dreamed for?

And so, you are a hypocrite
with good intentions.
You want me to live
the life you never did,
go places you never could.

I am the you of the future.
I am you reborn, forever.

I wish God could send my dreams thru the mail
I wonder if he likes to see me fail
I wonder if i'll ever reach them at this point
It seems like everything is turning switching & flipping
I wonder if my dreams are too big for me
Or is that just the voice of misery & frustration creeping up behind me ?
What is there to do?
What is there to say?
If i pray for my dreams right now will they come in the mail today ?
These questions toss & turn in my mind daily
Trying hard not to let the voices lead me astray
Focus on my focus is what i say
Dreams upon dreams i see
Focus on your focus they said
Dreams upon dreams i saw
Tears upon tears i cry
Failure upon failure i felt
Dreams i saw
blurred out, i see no more
Tears  fell, they saw
Dry your eyes they said
To write, is what i did
Are my dreams too much for me?
They arent here, as far as the eyes can see
When I go to sleep I see my dreams face to face in front of me
My older self she said, youre dreams are so big the most you can do is imagine, not physically see.
I took in what my older self said , then i said my one of a kind self just told myself my dreams so big only i can reach them myself.
Focus on my focus i say
Dry those eyes i say
Greatness i see
when i look at me

Ping Pong World Champ Andrew Baggaley,
Wow that lad can really play.
Dethroned the “King” who came from Russia,
Then 1966d that kid from somewhere near Prussia.

You have to have
a good second half
your second half
must be as good
as your first half
your second half
can be even better
than your first half
but if your first half
is a good half
and you blow it
in your second half
then you have only
finished half
only put half
of the time in
only gotten half
of the work done
only completed half
of the journey
whenever
and however
you start it
a good first half
can easily come
apart if
you do not make
the second half
of all you have
completed
solid and
positive
so your task
is not defeated
making you feel
as if you never
competed.

Have a strong
second half
so your first
is not cheated.

~Miguel

In the crowd make sure of your footing
You may get stepped on and lose balance
Landing on your face or fall backward
Fear of losing face or laying supine
Always practice the deft steps
To find a balance in the teeming populace
Trying to find a chance to trip you over
Pull back from the horde, to find your goal
You may not know what awaits you
Fate wants you to dance alone
Along the streets leading to your goal
Make sure you find your footing

We wanted to fly,
We did.
We wanted to touch the heavens,
We did.
We wanted to know more,
We did.
We wanted to live our dreams
We did.
I wanted to speak out my love,
I couldn't.

I have never tasted

the fruits of my work.

The apple of our eyes.

Just one, sweet bite.

One bite, to last a lifetime.

Is all I need.