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Mia Sep 25
Am I really where I want to be?
Is this the path I chose, or the safest I picked?
Is there truly a prize at the end of this road?
And if there is, can I reach it wholeheartedly?

There is like a wall between me and those around me.
I don’t belong; I’m missing something.
I don’t have that unyielding passion.
I am bothered by too many things.

So I should just run away!
Run towards my goal, ***** the beaten path!
The scream of my soul will drown out the hardships!
This! Is! Who! I! Am!

If only it were that easy…
Can you always go back? Or is there a point of no return in life?
Take my diplomas,
shake them, break them,
write me a few lines
worthy of this feeling.

Certificates! Shields, armour
that I have surreptitiously collected
to delay the terrifying decision
of what my life might be about.

I have wandered this lonely wilderness,
and now I hope to inhabit hearts:
no, just one would be enough,
sure, yours, you, reading these words:
you will do! Just one reader, just one–
if I could move one human,
it wouldn’t all have been a waste,
it would be exactly
as it should have been.
AshJ Dec 2018
The table that remains a mere desk on usual days
Is now a study for me.
The hours that seem persistent to tick when bored,
Now seem to race me.

Books all around me, pen marks stain my hands that either remain clenched
In a hammering motion while memorising or
Tracing lines, page by page.
Yes, taking snaps of breaks while drawing an absurd portrait of a dog.
Creativity, I won't suppress you if you chose a better hour.

Warm tears swell up in my eye.
In the debate of no drive and greed for success.
"Scores don't matter!", "Studies are important" comments flying cross the room.
But not louder than the bedlam behind these eyes that droop.

Why don't I accept the turn out when I know I hadn't worked hard.
This greed that never stirs at the last piece of apple-crumble-with-cinnamon-hint,
Now panting like a flesh-hungry varmint.
"Success does not equal A+ on the report!"
Replying through the heavy breaths, "Right, however its only those A+'s that run the world."

Although I'm aware an ideas' value is the heaviest.
Beating the high scoring mass, looking over it in disdain.
I knock my head to spring some out.
Back to the table, stooping over the book aiming for the higher grade.
Gates and Zuckerberg have definitely proved it's an idea that takes to stir the world and make it spin on your pinky. But what if I don't seem to have an idea? Can I just sit waiting for it to pop? Left with no choice we all go after the a+, don't we?
Non Pescador Nov 2018
“I wanna be a medtech and make my parents proud” - my only wish again and again

But im losing my hope
I feel so down

I feel like I don’t have a life anymore
School, review in cafe, home, repeat.

But still failed grades?
What should I do?
Every braincells is already used.
But still a failed grades?

Im losing my hope
I don’t know what to do

My only dream is be a medtech and make by parents proud
But I fail repeatedly

I disappoint myself
And specially I disappoint my parents

I wanna give up
I wanna give up. I wanna be a medtech but I can’t.
Others’ are silenced in my imagination.
Conventions have flowered and gone to seed.
I stand here on empty lands,
Seeing nothing but beauty embracing death,
As it’s always been.
A series of short verse for a new illustrated book about Vincent van Gogh.
Examples of work can be seen on IG  - @yellowstonestudio
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
So many questions
Blessed by completing her studies
Queen watches the night
Well, one step at a time! I hope to be forwarded to another course like this one!
Thanks everyone!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
In the shade of green
Past orchids and blossoms
are roses in bloom

Duties getting hard
But I know I will succeed
My mind remains calm

Studies nearly done
I have learned and overcome
No longer a bud

A bright horizon
Though feeling stressed, I'm smiling
My Kingdom will grow

In the shade of green
Hushing winds bring me birdsongs
As I pick the rose

My diadem glitters
New knowledge now grows in mind
A bud no longer
Influenced by Edmund's poem, 'just like a rose.'
Editing is stresssssssss! But we are nearly done! So excited!
Then the Queen can come back and her Kingdom will thrive!
Be back soon!
Lyn xxxx
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