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Megan Joseph Jul 2019
Me, myself, and I

Life is like the sun
It goes up and down and around
Good days
and bad days
I trust myself and know my place
Outside of society
as it is a danger to all
I must think for myself
and not conform as they do
The world’s opinion is not my own
And thus need not be acknowledged
Like Galileo and Newton
I am misunderstood
but I know who I am
Fortune is my friend
and is with me
but I am all I need
This is a section of a poem I made last year for my IOP and it's based on a transcendentalist essay! Hope you enjoy!
Clay Rounsavall Apr 2017
Thousands of bells chimed overhead
Their lovely tone shaping my thoughts
Splendid new lands danced in my sight
But with ten thousand bells as my guide
I would never be lost

Thousands of bells chimed from afar
Distant, soft, and gentle they seemed
Thousands of steps stretched between us
But with ten thousand bells at my side
I would never be lost

The steps grew larger, the land less great
My eyes more tired, my path less straight
The bells kept ringing, farther away
Too many to count, their sound now gray

They fall on deaf ears, heart turned aside
Waiting for someone, arms open wide
I have become lost, my own mistake
I went far from them, no path to take

Forever the bells will be gone
I do not know where to find them
For I thought not of their light
And I heard not what they sang
When the ten thousand bells rang
ink Mar 2015
birds migrate
they fly from one place to another
but always come back
to the original

during that time
you and i met
so lets migrate
like the birds
to the land of joy

birds migrate
they fly from the new place to the old
rest in their true homes
while you and i slept
birb baby = bae
Nikki Nov 2014
We as people can take a lot from plants.
If plants were to speak, they would remain silent;
for they truth is, they have nothing to say.
They have nothing to worry their feeble lives with;
They fear nothing and accept everything.
And most importantly, they accept death.
Everyday they get closer to death,
even watch as parts of them die.
But it does not quit.
The plant fuels the part of it that still lives,
despite the rest of its broken body.
That is what we must learn:
We must continue to live no matter how hurt we are,
yet when the time comes for Death to take our hand,
we should cherish its touch and leave-
with nothing more than happiness.
this was for a project in English class where we had to pretend we were a Transcendentalist. This tenet was for "Do Not Fear Death"

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