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Do not give up,
You started for a reason,
Don't stop till you see that accomplished,
Shut your eyes from comparing your life to others,
Shut your ears from negativity,
Press on!
Press on!
Press on!
Even when they think you're mad and naïve press on
Great things don't come easy,
Give yourself some time,
You need to press on!
Press on and inspire someone someday.
Excellence comes with persistence.
Sometimes people won't understand what's upon your heart,.so you'll have to push yourself,motivate yourself.
Brandon Amberger Dec 2015
You must work really hard
To reach the most pristine view
It is all on you
Haiku 2
Brandon Amberger Dec 2015
The dream
To be happy while you flow down the stream
Now this dream isn’t just sitting around
It’s up above on top of this monstrous Mound
And I understand I have to work
Even if it’s sometimes a knee ****
Nothing should be handed over to me
Nature obviously agrees
I want to be my best
And pass my test
The goal is to get high
Not just from that green ***** in the sky
But by natural pride
The feeling you get when you’ve really tried
You take that last advance
You’re drowned in excitement you might even dance
You feel thump-thump
Your heart filled with adrenaline just before a ski jump
You know deserve it
Because of the hours you’ve spent in the pit
Even if you lost your goal
You still gained some heart and soul
But eventually you’ll realize it’s worth the time
So you can keep up improving your prime.
Jessa Rose Oct 2015
We grow up to a society where money's viewed as bad.
We're told
We're brainwashed
We're trained not to talk about money.

Money brings distraction, poverty and clash.
We're told
We're brainwashed
We're trained to dislike the talks on cash.

But
I thought

Money's what we earn.
Through hard work
Through determination
We aim for money that's one of our motivation.

Money's what we eat.
Money's what we wear.
Not literally
Not by word
But the vitality of money is there.

So, money's not evil.
The lack of money that drives the will is.
Fran Sep 2015
For a single human being
To send herself to sky
She made sure she knew
How to make an aeroplane fly

For now she is a human
With things she have to learn
Ideas running round her head
Oh god , she have to learn

For she is still performing
Her never ending play
She have to strive with all
To fold that paper aeroplane
Chelle captured Jul 2015
What is being honest?
When the ones you love are hurt?
You try to be transparent, but you're messy from all the dirt.

A Constant battle of head and heart.
Some things that cross the line.
You conjure up feelings you never knew existed
For Want of something that  never will be mine?

The definition eludes me the more I try to
Deflect,
The emotions that surround me from the moment we met.
Ambition is one thing, as success is another,
Turning new leaves,
with nothing left to uncover.
To live freely without love or be loved with a whole heart.
The grass is never greener when we go back to the start.
Be honest to yourself, to your woman or your man.
If you don't be strong now
prepare to be a part of someone else's plan.
Expectations are what ruins our image of life itself
RD Specter Jul 2015
Rushing to find green.
Crawling to escape red.
Facing my fears and ignoring yellow.
Head held high towards the blue.
Sneaking around packages of brown.
Avoiding the violet violence.
Until an unfortunate glare into my whites.
Flash sparks of orange.
Then let me fall and fade to black.
No silver lining.
Only golden gates.
Welcome me home into the clear.
For all those fighting and grinding.
Phantom May 2015
One
   who
      wants
to
be
    something
but
    dosen't
want
       to
try
is
     rather
a
    fool
Taylor Aug 2014
Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
My second favorite poem

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