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NOTE: I intentionally Reversed (FINE and DANDY to DANDY and FINE) but you guys get the idea same concept!!! Rise and Grind!!!! as the Sun starts to shine, Wipe the sleep from your eyes, Come on, IT'S GO TIME!!!, COME ON AND MAKE HASTE, YOU GOT NO TIME TO WASTE, GOD WOKE YOU UP THIS MORNING, of HIS LOVE and HIS GRACE, so give GOD THE PRAISE, for this BRAND NEW DAY!!! Before you hit the streets, DO NOT FORGET TO PRAY, OH, THE BEAUTIFUL SUNSHINE, full of BEAUTIFUL SUNRAYS!!! BLUE SKIES, NO CLOUDS, NOT EVEN A SIGN OF RAIN, So, start your day off, feeling DANDY and FINE, I hope you have a GOOD ONE, Once again, RISE AND GRIND!!!! B.R. Date: 6/8/2025
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Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 9:14 PM UTC
Rise and Grind
it doesn't matter how many times you win or lose, my friend. So take my hand and I'll help you rise again
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Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
Rise again
I lay on the ground ****** and bruised. Momentarily dazed and confused. Looking up at my opponent, that which we call Life. Standing over me, filled with heartache and strife. Trying to hold me down, foot upon my chest. Taunting me to stand again, to manifest. To reassess my situation, the choices that have to lead to this moment. I lay battered and broken, silently moaning things left unspoken, wistfully hoping for another opportunity. The possibility to show my determination and ability to overcome such adversity. My opponent steps away smiling, encouraging me to get to my feet. Yelling that my time is not over; telling me I have much to complete. I look up to see Hope in my corner, that which fills me with light. To stand again determined and continue to fight. Knowing good and well I will fall again in this brawl. That I will have to crawl, struggle, and give it my all. For this opponent, Life, he ain't easy. Though he smiles, he is crazy, quite unfair, at times ****** I must remember the things I am fighting for. Love, friendship, happiness, the things I adore. Hindsight is 20/20, regret is meaningless, time cannot be reversed. I look forward, smile back and yell ,"I am right here. do your worst!"
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Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
-Fight for It All-
When the days are long and the nights are restless, we seek for a way to forget. We bathe in our sorrows. We rip ourselves to shreds. We bleed to feel, because not feeling hurts more then the pain of blades. When life ***** us over we struggle to climb back up, and when we get up. Life laughs and kicks us down again. Whats the point. We feel nothing. We are in an endless cycle. Whats the point.
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC
Nothing
You only lose When you don't get back up And continue to cruise
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Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
Winning
sometimes it takes a while to dive back in and swim when every steps felt like a mile it easy to fall to shins and cringe but past calendars do nothing save take attention off the walls had to learn that life keeps running even when you fall
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Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 4:44 AM UTC
slip
"Get up and go!" - @desire.is.dope 2-25-19 1456HRS
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 2:57 PM UTC
NOW
I believe that we can do something incredible We just have got to put our minds to it We are capable of being the generation that changes life as we know it For good, or for worse But I do strongly believe it will be for good It is time we took a stand for what we believe in Our voices will never be acknowledged unless we make them so So go out to the middle of a park and scream until your voice gives out It is time we start in uprising It is time we grabbed our fate and said "No, you'll listen to me now. Not the other way around." We are capable of great things it's time we do them
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Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 7:47 AM UTC
Great Things
Get the **** up. You lay on the ground, self pitying, wondering why you are so helpless and weak. Get The **** up. You want to be worth something. You want to feel strong. You want for someone to truly believe you’re good enough. Get The **** up. But you’re not. You cannot be. You wish you could be different. In a different body, a different soul, a different life. But you’re you. Get The **** Up. Why the **** can’t I just be good enough. Why the **** do I always feel like I’m too weak, there’s someone better, I’m not deserving. Why won’t I stop self pitying. GET THE **** UP. I want someone to beat me. I want someone to give me a black eye, kick me while I’m down. Maybe then I’ll feel strong.
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Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
Over
Where is the beauty in death? I ask, A figure of light answers "I have never looked beautiful in your mind," "When a cloud of darkness consumes you, you see me as a gruesome way out." I have never imagined you as something graceful, I answer "I have only been ugly because you want me too quickly." I shiver at my truth, It echoes in the depths of my soul, I did not reply "I am complicated and painful, but never when one is ready. Never when their clock has stopped ticking on its own." Why has mine continued, Why has it felt as if the world cursed me with time? "I am afraid you'd have to ask life that, you have not given him a lot of attention lately." I am in between, I feel stuck, When will you come for me? "I will hold you gently when the time comes, I promise you it is not today nor tomorrow." What if I invite you graciously? "Do not wish for me, I am not a wonderful savior." But what do I do with this agony? The agony of living? "You continue on like the rest, you will be able to, I have seen your clock, it is a strong and lasting one."
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC
hope has many forms, I hope this is one
Nothing makes us feel more old, Than having responsibilities, When you have a head full of cold. No snuggles for you, You’re an adult now. Get off your behind, Go help others to fly. A cold is minor as Illnesses go, Something we cope with, And still get up and go. But wouldn’t it be better, If we could relax, Take the time to heal, Instead of sprinting towards collapse. But instead we tell ourselves, That we’ll be ok. That we will live on to fight another day. We just won’t enjoy it, not that it matters anyway.
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Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
Having a cold
I see them watching me, All eyes aimed at my life, Everyone trying to see, Waiting for me to trip or stumble. I may fall, I may fail, But no matter what I will pick myself up, I will restart my game, So I can try again. No giving up for me, Surely this you can see? I will always push forward, That’s the only way I know how to be. Life is hard, That’s a fact, A truth for us all. So worry about your own life, Rather than waiting for me to fall.
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Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 1:50 AM UTC
Spectators of life
Arrows in the back Shot like bullets Hit Miss Scrap Hit Blood runs red Out of a torn away back Drip Blood runs red In my head Hit Miss Scrap Hit Down Get up Lifes not done With you yet
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 8:18 AM UTC
Get Up
As I lay My eyes weigh themselves shut, heart is racing My pulse not pacing My blood oozing on the ground The whispers in the dark Weak, scared, pittifull, I slowly stand My eyes slowly open My heart beats like a lion My pulse strengthens My blood grows from its wounds of freedom Unwanted, ugly, unlovable The fire breaks my eyes A once dying fire Consumes my soul The lion inside of me shows I don't care what they say anymore I'll show them, I'll show them all who I am They can't touch me anymore My eyes are open Wounds are healing My sword is sharpened It's times they see, WHO I AM.
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
Who I Am
You’re going to mess up a lot. Each time you’re going to think it’s the end of the world. It’s not. Don’t believe everything you think & know you and your future are entirely up to you.
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 11:30 AM UTC
To My 7th Grade Self
I don't have to live in my dreams When I can make them a reality All it takes Is getting up And telling yourself I choose to be happy
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC
Dream
Set like a concrete If it melts, only by fire I would keep it simple Never try to overheat Save some ice for safety But if only I had a safe I may upgrade my cup Pour more water If it overflows, upgrade These stairs don't last Head to the head Look down and look up Praise my Lord This statue won't ever shake Earthquakes dare try once Legends get up They don't give up
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 7:01 AM UTC
Legends Get Up
Will you rise when you fall? Will you take in deep grief? Can you stand in the line? You've become so complete Imperfections in your life Take the steps ahead of yours You'll be proud of yourself Just look back and be grateful How many miles have you run? That is nothing but a tiny step A million steps ahead, be ready Learn from every levels you reach
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 1:11 AM UTC
Steps
*If I were to pluck a star from the sky each time life disappoints me there would be no sparkle even on a clear night. But if I'm to pluck them each moment I overcome the disappointments I'd pluck the Sun and the sky itself...*
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Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 2:36 PM UTC
One Star At A Time
I am Strong Darkness can consume me Life can be overwhelming The mind can feel suffocating I am strong I crawl out of bed I shower and dress I eat my breakfast I sit on the couch I am strong The day progresses Tiredness overcomes Exercise clears the mind Study occupies my thoughts I am strong I go home I cook I listen and talk I get ready for bed I am strong Another day has finished I got up I accomplished I am strong
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Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 9:50 AM UTC
I am Strong
Through trials, tribulation and Never ending doubt and hesitation There is a voice of determination, Whispering in your ear, keep going And you did Fighting against all odds Knowing death may come But there is a bit of happiness Knowing that they were doing the right thing They sacrificed, but made it I brushed off the nervousness And put on a strong expression Hope lost in my eyes, But not in my soul And I got up.
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
And I Got Up
before grade six, when I entered junior high, witch felt like junior low, as it was truly the smallest formation of this lowness they try to hid underneath this word "high", like high school is alright if you get high enough to get though the rough times, or maybe I still didn't understand the difference between these words, the words that hurt like he hit with a closed fist but I was lucky to only get open ones, to feeling like someone spiked my lunch milk because these definitions make no sense, and my brain is trying so hard to grasp so many terms at once it feels as if its tripping on acid, but no. its just distracted, showing me being a foll of myself again and again, a repeated playlist of all my mistakes, of me tripping up. thats about as far and close to acid as ill get. but what hurts the most is english, this first language ******** that the tried to wrap around my mind, but at the same time I finally learned my first english lesson, I was in grade six, I learned a french lesson the class before. and each and every day I had to work to learn the things, others were allowed to learn before me, because teachers and school systems stole my education from me, were I only even remember sitting in english class once because we had a sub, and I learned cursive on the first day in grade three, but couldn't spell my name yet, and the mess I was got messyer as I tried to commit the ink to the paper, where it made me cry because I knew for a fact I was stupid, and teachers who still wanted to say I was fine and not help me had the decency to say I was smart, when they were the reasons I could not succeed. now letters, and the alphabet, had no rules, why to this day I still have not mastered spelling and cursive, the basic reading skills you'd expect from someone my age. im 16 and I was 6 when I could divide and multiple, by hundreds, thousands by the start of first grade, the only type of math, that made no mathematical sense, where the ******* how'd you get your anwser questions. being older now, I fight back writing look at my ******* work you stupid ***** so I simply draw an arrow and don't get the credit, and I leave word problems blank. and even with doing that, I had to of gotten everything right, for them to wanna push me a head a grade level, because of math, every single ******* year oh she could go up a grade! and then my reading and writing scores said I should repeat a grade, and they just left me where I was, see math is the gate way for me, it was my only thing I felt good about I didnt know what else to call that, math in my heart of hearts saved my life, its the only reason I learned any bit of english, enough to keep up my fight, its the only reason I belived in myself, because with math you just have to try, and you have to try to solve your problems, instead of writing about them like I'm doing down, i'm crying while im writing because they don't see how much they hurt me now.
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
my first language. (its like a rant thing poem not even edited bc idc)
before grade six, when I entered junior high, witch felt like junior low, as it was truly the smallest formation of this lowness they try to hid underneath this word "high", like high school is alright if you get high enough to get though the rough times, or maybe I still didn't understand the difference between these words, the words that hurt like he hit with a closed fist but I was lucky to only get open ones, to feeling like someone spiked my lunch milk because these definitions make no sense, and my brain is trying so hard to grasp so many terms at once it feels as if its tripping on acid, but no. its just distracted, showing me being a foll of myself again and again, a repeated playlist of all my mistakes, of me tripping up. thats about as far and close to acid as ill get. but what hurts the most is english, this first language ******** that the tried to wrap around my mind, but at the same time I finally learned my first english lesson, I was in grade six, I learned a french lesson the class before. and each and every day I had to work to learn the things, others were allowed to learn before me, because teachers and school systems stole my education from me, were I only even remember sitting in english class once because we had a sub, and I learned cursive on the first day in grade three, but couldn't spell my name yet, and the mess I was got messyer as I tried to commit the ink to the paper, where it made me cry because I knew for a fact I was stupid, and teachers who still wanted to say I was fine and not help me had the decency to say I was smart, when they were the reasons I could not succeed. now letters, and the alphabet, had no rules, why to this day I still have not mastered spelling and cursive, the basic reading skills you'd expect from someone my age. im 16 and I was 6 when I could divide and multiple, by hundreds, thousands by the start of first grade, the only type of math, that made no mathematical sense, where the ******* how'd you get your anwser questions. being older now, I fight back writing look at my ******* work you stupid ***** so I simply draw an arrow and don't get the credit, and I leave word problems blank. and even with doing that, I had to of gotten everything right, for them to wanna push me a head a grade level, because of math, every single ******* year oh she could go up a grade! and then my reading and writing scores said I should repeat a grade, and they just left me where I was, see math is the gate way for me, it was my only thing I felt good about I didnt know what else to call that, math in my heart of hearts saved my life, its the only reason I learned any bit of english, enough to keep up my fight, its the only reason I belived in myself, because with math you just have to try, and you have to try to solve your problems, instead of writing about them like I'm doing down, i'm crying while im writing because they don't see how much they hurt me now.
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We walk on sidewalks. Trip over cracks. Fall down. Ouch!!
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
Sidewalks (10W)