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Elise Jackson Jul 2017
We don’t decide where we fall.
Day 3/31 of my "Six Words A Day" Challenge for the whole month of July, the whole collection can be found on my page on the first of August.
ADS Jul 2017
Wow you are amazing
You look very sharp today
You came over here so smoothly
You are so clever
You brighten my day whenever I talk to you
You are so good at your job
I can't believe you remember me you are going to go far in life
You are so personable which makes you a great employee
Hey I remember you...You are the guy with all the jokes
Awe you are so cute
You look like you run this place

I am receiving all these amazing compliments but I cant help feeling trapped
Screaming underwater while my lungs fill with water
Trying to swim but the more I try the further I sink
Its only been two days at since I have started working at meijers again and people have just been raining down compliments on me the past two days. I am starting to ask myself what am I doing here everyone clearly sees I deserve better.....I dont know what to do.  Decisions
Jacob Jun 2017
"How's it going kid?"
"How's life?"
"How's the plan to make it off alright?"
"Can you tell me how Mom is?"
"Your girlfriend, your boys and the rest of the team?"
Knowing you, all these questions keep you up all night

You keep losing sight of your dreams
But keep yourself in check
Remember why you're here and don't ever forget
Claim all of your regrets
Quit blaming **** on your past
And decide what you're going to do next
Because there's a deadline
Just hang in there for the mean time

Kid, I know the feeling
Are you still awake?
Close your eyes and stop staring at the ceiling
Stop being hesitant on what you have to do
Don't forget that Mom and Dad put their trust on you
So you got a lot of things to prove
No tears, no fears and no weaknesses
Breathe and give yourself a little more credit
Because tomorrow, you've got walls to breakdown
Jenn Linh Jun 2017
I lie awake in bed for hours
Tossing and turning
Trying to find comfort
While dreading being alone.
Stuck between my deviations
As I crave and hunger for your touch.
Starving for your attention
Your estimable smile
      your laugh
The things which I despised are now
All that I adore and I've accustomed to
But I mustn't reveal
I must simply accept
As we fight to move on
For this after all is my decision
Left only to allow time to heal us apart
As I play along with this game of solitude
Granting the fractures as our hearts dismantle and break apart.

© Jenn Linh
Charlie Jun 2017
Life flows in ways no one knows,
When were up were down,
When were square your round,
When your right we're wrong and
When your soft were strong.

a thought runs through it pays little attention to you, you can yell and scream tryin chase it out of a dream, it will haunt your mind, make you feel like a puppet hanging from your spine.

In the end we know your fate can not be controlled, it feels like the decisions we make are equivalent to a paperweight.
Yet we reserve the right to bathe in the sweet blue lights, while incased in red our souls no longer in our heads.
or, alternatively
i can 180 it
and try it with you
Ashley Black Jun 2017
I live in a world of pre decided.
I have already been studied
my future is guided
I enter a world of people who have
graphed my thoughts.
A world where the new generation
is just a producers figmentation
A baneful balance of
who they were
and who we are to be.
How do I compete with a list of facts
that determine my personality?
The dystopian novelty is not lost on me.
But I will not concede
I do not have to be what they need
I am free to build a symphony of options
and no matter what your webpage says
"I do not live in a world of pre decided"

-Raen
A couple words about the attitude towards the new generations (Millennials and Gen Z)
Spike Harper May 2017
Over extended.
Is a reoccuring theme.
Limits.
Physical or mental.
Plague the race like those that litter the edges with temptation.
To the point that running is no longer an option.
Looking down at the unmoving ground.
Watching the cement dry.
Disorienting the opponent.
Creating a cast of skin that never falls.
Only smiles.
What was the goal.
When some other form finishes.
Words have failed.
Just as fighting did.
And the walk back to the starting line.
Is so crowded.
The gun sounds and reaction takes hold.
Trying to hurdle the gravestones left behind.
Yet one can't help but place flowers at each one.
Nameless they stay.
Remembered they remain.
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