Those days with success
were bright as they should
Those nights with success
were dark as they should
Bright as the sun
dark as they shadow
Don't go near it thy
you won't come it by
Fly those days in mind
the bright sight of life
keep this key in mind
those days with success will fly...
Disappointed? By what?
Because I won't follow you blindly?
You had plans, and I broke them,
shattered like your dreams.
Call me rebellious or independent,
a trailblazer if you will,
but all I am is me,
The plans of mine I will fulfill.
Let me be free,
let me sow these seeds,
the sprouts of success,
You will see,
What it means to be me.
When you're in over your head and start questioning whether you're actually capable of what you're trying to do, just remember:
Success isn't getting things right the first time (though it's wonderful when it happens)
Success is persevering until you get it right. Stop rushing life, and stop pushing yourself too hard, just take things slow, try and learn.
Exams are daunting, but they're a counterproductive way meant to get you to learn. So breathe, actually do your best, and if you don't get the result you're hoping for, try again. Part of life is facing and overcoming challenges. Good luck.
Strike her as she slips
Through the door to twilight
She knods to them and
Swiftly turns away
Hiding out amongst the oak
As the eyes hunt down their prey
A tender tiptoe snaps a twig
The pupils fix on her
Startled she stares back
And their glow begins to near
Stumble, gasp, fall
Their shine leaves her entranced
As they pass their magic on
Haze seeps into her surrounding
Her eyelids snap shut
Her head begins to grows heavy
As the precious metal of success
Begins to lay it's tracks
It's our time
Rhyme and reason
We season this reality with words instead of thyme:
Both are medicinal
Antiseptic chemicals to keep away the grime
Don't tell me any different
Bare witness to the gift of bliss that is expression
Words can increase life expectancy in the midst of depression
They can get back at those who hurt you without using a weapon
Or refresh your mental image when you're feeling less than
They form legacies and dedications
Eulogies and congratulations
They give everything in existence an identity
Even the most vulgar obscenities
Words are life and words are love
Words even form this silly cheesy stuff
To everyone feeling poetic, I have but one question
What's one way, while writing, your life has been blessed in?
My parents always told me
That I needed to be a good girl
To have a good life
My teachers told me
That I needed to study more
So I could be successful
My friends told me
That I needed to get a boyfriend
Just like them
So I would not be lonely anymore
When I turned seventeen
I got sick of the things I needed to do
I cried myself to sleep
And suddenly I realized
Everything I have done
I did not do It for me
I did It for them
An elusive idea, an unclear goal,
which people develop, because they are bold.
They see above, and beyond the horizon,
chasing a rainbow which they so desire.
Little did they know, that all which they see,
Is transparent and illusory, unlike what they believe.
Instead of thinking,
in terms of purpose and meaning.
Why not realize,
that true happiness is within me?
Chasing so far for things which may not be true,
how about I work toward,
an actual truth I can use?
Who are y o u
To tell m e
Who I am?
Who I'll be?
I have climbed my own mountain
I have voyaged across the monstrous sea
I have built my own palace
Without anyone's belief in who I'd be
The sweat and the tears
Did not do anything but fuel my dreams
I channeled my fear and anger just so I could succeed