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TheDaisyDancer Jun 2015
The shoes were red,
and stood at 7 inches high,
perfect to look sophisticated,
and to feel like she was touching the sky.

Everyone criticized her,
because they thought she wore them to get attention,
and co-workers would confront her,
to give her a ***** mention.

Only the people don't understand,
because she feels self conscious of her height,
and the heels are the only opportunity,
to make her feel alright.

              . . .

The shoes were brown,
covered with mud and dirt,
shoe laces tangled in a mess,
and didn't have any way to avert.

People overlooked him,
when he wanted something,
because they thought he didn't care,
but who are they to be judging!

The truth is,
in fact he did care,
but didn't have enough money,
to buy nice shoes to wear.

             . . .

The shoes were neon,
like the color of the sun,
they had bright shoes laces,
that he wears when he runs.

People thought they were ugly,
because they were off brand,
and they lacked the character,
that all the cool shoes had.

But really he was trying,
to just fit in,
but they would reject him,
every time he begins.

              . . .

Be kind,
for everyone is fighting a conflict,
that you know nothing about,
so don't judge nor depict.
This poem is based off  the book, "To **** a mockingbird" by Harper Lee. "You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view . . . until you climb into his skin and walk around in it."- Atticus Finch. Thank you!
JG Fletcher Jun 2015
The burdens I've once held dear
Carry much weight
And now it seems impossible
At least for me to relinquish them from my grasp
But that cannot be the case
Faults and mishaps have been committed
Trials, obstacles, needless competitions
And I shall look back
To acknowledge that circumstances
No matter how big or small
Are as treacherous as they seem
Because, you see, it's the little things
That carry us through the day
And shield us through taxing times and perilous dismay
PoETE Poet-Pete Mar 2014
Born with my heart, mended to my soul,
Here starts a life, OR here starts a toll,
I guess i should prepare myself, to drop,tuck, and roll,
the journey begins,as I carry my #2 pencil, as if it were a million foot pole,
it allows me to climb and free my mind, and to escape that powerful hole,
Born with my heart, mended to my soul,
Here starts a life, OR here starts a toll?
Enjoy your life regardless of the obstacles that may come your way because you are in control of your own destiny. Whether a mental thought or verbal spoken words, it is all a vibration of our energy and it always travels full circle. So make sure all of your thought and spoken words are positive vibrations.

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David Doran Apr 2015
The Path is straight and ending
And quite easy just to follow
Few obstacles or bendings
No bumps or a single hollow.

But I choose, not to follow the Path,
I will roughage in the new.
If I learned one thing from that:
We should do what we love to do.

It won't always be so easy
To live so wild and free,
But it's much worse, on that Path
Which we call society.
Grace Jordan Mar 2015
Its interesting to be in a home so different than mine. A home where almost always two people at least are in the living room, bonding. My family I love, but we are always in our respective corners; father in the basement, brother in his room, mother in the living space, and I around randomly, uncertain where and who to belong with.

This weekend I visit Hockey House, the affectionate name I'm giving my boyfriend's home. I mean it full of affection, because they are brought together by movies and food and especially hockey.

In my home we are only brought together by food and then we run to the hills for our alone time. Very odd entirely, because of the extroversion holding my heart.

I guess as I grow, I find a disconnect with the family who is so different from me. My mother, though the easiest to be with, can be a staunch, stubborn hypocrite when it comes to all things social. My father is a determined conservative who opposes all I believe in. Brother is being molded into the man my father wants as his son, which is slowly distancing me from him.

When I'm home, I'm a repressed me, who keeps her tongue latched inside her mouth, and keeps her head down as to not get attacked. Even the natural peanut butter I asked for became a battlefield of who was right and who was wrong, not just a happy cheer for me being healthier.

Its odd in a house I've only been twice I can be less afraid than in my own home. I guess things change when you become the person you want to be instead of the adult your parents want to be proud of.

Maybe its easier here because I care less if they judge me, while my parents judgment terrifies me. Parents tend to be scary gods who rule your life, and to let them topple in your eyes is something all more traumatizing to watch.

I still love my parents, as children do, but there's a disconnect between who we are that cannot be passed.

Love can exist everywhere, but it  cannot transcend all obstacles, and that, truly, is what terrifies me most.

I never want to lose my parents, but I cannot lose myself either.

Only time will tell, and I guess I'll just enjoy college and my times at Hockey House.
SwiftDreamer Mar 2015
I walk the path of my desires while learning how to walk.
I am ambitiously scared of the unknown; Yet, I leave my trust in it.
Echos behind me speak of failure, but I have no desire to listen
Until I realize what they really meant , beware of it
Some might leave it at that, But I can't treat this like a dog
The answer to life's riddle: *failure is success in fog
My first poem I made for this site. I haven't written one in a while, but i want to start writing everyday again so I want to stick to writing one everyday. I'm just pretty bad at sticking to things before it becomes a habit lol. I hope I can stick to making more.
S R Mats Mar 2015
We shall be water, my love.  For water flows around or through
obstacles that seek to impede it's true course.

It seeks another way to flow in it's coursing desire to go onward,
an effort to reach the sea.

We shall be water, Love, you with me.
I absolutely loved this when I wrote it many years ago.  Now I feel it is just okay.  I know that happens to most poets.
Josh Bass Mar 2015
The
Biggest
Accomplishment
is getting through
the BLOCKS you
mortered in place
in your mind
long ago

Break Through
when you stare
at your bleeding
knuckles
it was necessary
Loose thoughts Feb 2015
So little time
So much to do
On the staircase of life we climb
Oh the difficulties we go through

Once the top is reached
We realise it's worth
All the troubles we have faced
Unawarely enhanced growth

So little time
So much to do
Once the heart is set
No obstacle can stop you

No limit can cage ambitions
Thirsting to break through
Awaiting are destinations
Where hopes do come true

Yes, little time there is
Yes, many things to do**
What are you waiting for?
Wash away those feelings of blue

Rise from that rusted seat
Even time can be ceased
With determination you can beat
What once could barely be reached

~A.d | 15 Oct 2014
The river journeys on,
to the depths of the seas.
Birds of yonder places and the
reeds, bow their heads, urging
her to pursue her dreams.
The river travels to the seas,
local fishermen stood on her
path, sending their wishes to
the ocean.
Days became months, months
became years, as she listened
attentively like a mother
listens to her kids.
The river journeys on to the
seas, rocks on her path, the
burdens of others on her heart;
Unabatedly running her course,
to kiss the dream.
- A. G. McDaniels
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