Can I die Without knowing the time Can I leave With the warmest of embrace Can I see the outcomes of my faith Only to know the why’s of despair For I’m not done by God’s grace And little am I in the home of saints But dreams conquer all hate Of where I stand and where I’ll stay And tested am I, in the actions of all myths and reals
Umpires wailed at victory Clothing defeat in exorbitant fame, Socializing with pain Only regaining power to fix all that has been shamed. For only coinage consumed all faith Of where victors must stay. Oh, How naive of hate Playing buoyantly for a side in shame. But pruning an eternity to be of salient visage. For ! Mankind perceives its flaws as gate ways of life And innocence retaliates only for its pride.
I'm from moving around and many friends. Around the world and in my neighborhood. Forgotten memories and forgotten life. Left alone in the dark, crying until my eyes are red and on fire. Keeping every memento I've ever gotten. I'm from deep thoughts and long nights of research. Not sleeping for three days straight. Page after page of books. New followers and information. I'm from years of bullying and being different. Twitching and raptor hiccup. Hair and clothes. Like and dislike. I'm from a world of imagination. Books that take me on a journey through worlds I wish I could be apart of. Pictures and drawing I've drawn as a child. Games that explain more than my schools could ever. I'm from a life time of pain and joy. I'm from updating my knowledge of the world. I'm from a world of uncultured swines. I'm from a world I wish not to be in. I'm from the unknown. A life I've yet to figure out. Keep dreaming. I'm from a world of fast moving dreams, that I'll never catch up too. I'm from Earth.
This is a poem for my honors English class. This gives you some info about me and my personal life. Anyway yeah.
S.C.H.O.O.L. Several Cruel Hours Of Our Lives It's not really that bad But I am obsessing Must have perfect grades But I'm too shy to speak up I have to get my teachers to like me But I can't open my mouth I am feeling overwhelmed But I won't stop caring so much I'll finish with highest honors For these cruel hours Can change your future
Just stressed a bit with school, letting it all out. I have a problem with being a perfectionist, but I don't really care. I want to get into an ivy league, but alas, we will see what happens.