Anybody ever felt like giving up?
Like they failed at something?
Are you in this room right now? Do you exist?
You made it through.
The only wrong answer to falling down
Is staying down...
And you learned how to fly
What you did was amazing
You wiped off the dust and stepped up.

This life would have loved to swallow you whole
With segregation
Devastation
Agitation
Aggravation and
Humiliation
But you wiped off the dust and stepped up

They say don’t speak
Make you weep
Makes you weak
Everything seems so bleak
For it’s assistance you would seek

You felt like you couldn’t bear one more disappointment.
It put you through a phase
In a haze of
“Life’s not fair I don’t care”
But you wiped off the dust
And you stepped up

This life tried to stomp out your fire
But you found a lighter  
And relit your candle

People pushed you down
Pushed you down
And pushed you down
Until you thought you might drown
In tears
In the sound of your own fears
But you wiped off the dust
And you stepped up
You concealed the tears and you fought the fears

Eventually you swallowed the
“You’re not good enough”s
The “You will never make it”s
The “Just sit there and take it”s
But you still had a lingering question:
“Why am I even here?”

And then you made a sudden realization
That you have a purpose on this sphere

Your dreams were hidden behind mounds
But your faith caused an erosion
And now everyone can see who you
Are really meant to be
Because you wiped off the dust and
You
Stepped
Up

And that is why I’m here today
Because I wiped off the dust and I stepped up
I am at a peak

I see everyone. in this world as
Brothers and sisters;
There is no difference between you, me
Or the person sitting next to you
And I can’t wait until the day
The dust settles
And we’re all not just seeking our dreams;
But we are living them

now that
I have known
Your love
everything before it
seems silly
and
everything after it
just is not enough

Being a poet is purely
Amazing.

Everyone thinks you have this
Incredible talent and skills
To encourage or inspire everyone but really

I hate it
All of it

I hate that something bad has to happen
just for me to write about it

Like every time I write, something bad happened
and that something is eating me alive

And because I have no one for me,
I have to tell the world about my problems

About every heartbreak
relationship
bad day
bad person
and everything BAD

Trust me when i say this:
I've tried to write about all of the good
in the world

but now...really I look around
and see none

so all I can do it sit around
waiting
for the next horrible
thing to happen to me
again

Today was supposed to be my
day off
but i realized as a poet
there is never a day off

everything around you
shapes you and everything becomes more relevant
than it was before

being a poet means,
giving up the simplicity
of life and everything, every day.
you have to realize that everything is made just for you

everything is meant to be seen
and maybe you were meant to see it
and write about it

maybe, and this might be crazy,
but maybe
you were meant to fall in love
and then break your heart into 1,000 pieces

being a poet made me realize
the simple things in life
which I can no longer afford

i take everything into account
and everything into perspective
because all i want to do
is write
and all I can do about my current situation...
is write about how much
I hate being a writer

The moment I met you;
I thought you were perfect.
And I loved you instantly.
With your
beautifully tanned skin,
perfect hair,
amazing smile and most of all
incredible personality.
And when I realized you weren't perfect,
I loved you even more than before