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"acheive" poems
Brewing a love potion is quite simple to do, a feather of a dove, and something from you. A dash of sweet sugar, and bubblegum chewed. Yes, making a love potion is quite simple to do. The voice of an angel must sing the spell and the holder of the heart shaped vial must never tell. You cannot acheive greatness without these  things, and without your potion you'll have knights - not kings.
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
Love Potion
"Have you talked to dad, since you've been at school?" "Nope." "Are you coming home for thanksgiving?" "I don't know." Josephina breathes in a crackle over the phone. New York, a cacophony in the background. A background of cold, and people talking while walking while hailing a yellowcab with a left and slow-rolling heads locked onto the phones in their right. These people enter taxis, not knowing if they're ever going to reach home, or the airport, or union square, just going on the promise that they won't become road-kill. I can't feel it in my yellow apartment. If anything, my yellowcab idles. Through the receiver A squad car rings nervously, then after a lungful of garbage-smelling air, it becomes a full blare. A pause of noise always ensues, just for a second, the entire corner becomes a silent silo of human beings. "How's new york?" "you know, dad called me and asked about how to get on a diet, can you believe that?" Yes, I can dad is a fat **** a pink, white belly of a man. And a few sandbags for chins. "That's good." "So I'm not going to see you?" "Probably not." "Well, you should call dad, talk to him, he loves you." Some conversations, acheive nothing. The same tired, dead things get run over. Road-kill. Josephina believes she is the spatula that will bring back pancake squirrels and pancake relationships. As much as you don't know about me and dad's relationship, I can give you a kodak moment. A snapshot, of a hovering man, pointing at his son's neck, searching for the misplaced vertebrae, the lack of fear for the world --"the right kind of fear, the fear a man should have of himself"-- and a son, hunched, small hands in fists, a heavy haul of muscles pulled into a dark brow right over black eyes. This picture will suffice.
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Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 4:59 PM UTC
Pancake Squirrels.
"Have you talked to dad, since you've been at school?" "Nope." "Are you coming home for thanksgiving?" "I don't know." Josephina breathes in a crackle over the phone. New York, a cacophony in the background. A background of cold, and people talking while walking while hailing a yellowcab with a left and slow-rolling heads locked onto the phones in their right. These people enter taxis, not knowing if they're ever going to reach home, or the airport, or union square, just going on the promise that they won't become road-kill. I can't feel it in my yellow apartment. If anything, my yellowcab idles. Through the receiver A squad car rings nervously, then after a lungful of garbage-smelling air, it becomes a full blare. A pause of noise always ensues, just for a second, the entire corner becomes a silent silo of human beings. "How's new york?" "you know, dad called me and asked about how to get on a diet, can you believe that?" Yes, I can dad is a fat **** a pink, white belly of a man. And a few sandbags for chins. "That's good." "So I'm not going to see you?" "Probably not." "Well, you should call dad, talk to him, he loves you." Some conversations, acheive nothing. The same tired, dead things get run over. Road-kill. Josephina believes she is the spatula that will bring back pancake squirrels and pancake relationships. As much as you don't know about me and dad's relationship, I can give you a kodak moment. A snapshot, of a hovering man, pointing at his son's neck, searching for the misplaced vertebrae, the lack of fear for the world --"the right kind of fear, the fear a man should have of himself"-- and a son, hunched, small hands in fists, a heavy haul of muscles pulled into a dark brow right over black eyes. This picture will suffice.
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If Everything Is to happen The way it is to be In the name of "Destiny" Why should my soul in unrest Race to a Self destructing "Mutiny" Only to acheive a mere "Ignominy"?
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
The Confusion
The world has mysterious ways of showing you youre wrong.   One day is torturous and feels extremely long.   The next, you wake up and smile, its a new day. Blessings may come your way. Yet, life will always have those days that you wish you could rewind.   Even though the ugly is all in your mind.   You see, the bad turns into beautiful,   This part is the most crucial: Lessons come in waves, And some days your mind caves.   Not knowing what to do, But know that its all up to you.   The lessons are disguised as many things; Heartbreak, anger, pains.    Heartbreak is the most important, Its poison can also be the most potent.   Although it hurts, Its the only one that works.   Being heartbroken helped me find my soul, I was now the only one in control. Because of heartbreak I love me, And like that it shall always be. Anger taught me kindness, It showed me I was speaking through blindness. The hatred in my heart had been brewed, Something that was long over due.   Ive had my share of pain, And for all of it I was ashamed.   Now I see I am not my past, For the good days in my mind are the ones that will last.   Instead of taking my pain out on them, Find the love in my heart for an amen. A thank you for an opportunity to make someones day, So keep them coming my way. Pain, pain comes from both of these emotions. Pain comes in oceans.   One day may be physical, the next mental. Either way, the pain can be detrimental. But just like the old saying, “What doesnt **** you makes you stronger.”   So just keep holding on a bit longer.   I know it seems like you cant keep going, But this is something you must keep knowing. You are stronger than you think, Kinder than you believe And you can make it through this pain.   You are not your heartbreak, Your love is an earthquake. Not all are prepared to love someone like you, They are cracks, and you are the glue.   Remember that anger is from within, Letting go is the only way to win. Forgive yourself along with others, We are all sisters and brothers.   There is nothing wrong with pain, Know that there is always something to gain. You are stronger than you believe, So go out there and acheive.
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Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 2:42 AM UTC
Heartbreak, Anger, Pain.
The world has mysterious ways of showing you youre wrong.   One day is torturous and feels extremely long.   The next, you wake up and smile, its a new day. Blessings may come your way. Yet, life will always have those days that you wish you could rewind.   Even though the ugly is all in your mind.   You see, the bad turns into beautiful,   This part is the most crucial: Lessons come in waves, And some days your mind caves.   Not knowing what to do, But know that its all up to you.   The lessons are disguised as many things; Heartbreak, anger, pains.    Heartbreak is the most important, Its poison can also be the most potent.   Although it hurts, Its the only one that works.   Being heartbroken helped me find my soul, I was now the only one in control. Because of heartbreak I love me, And like that it shall always be. Anger taught me kindness, It showed me I was speaking through blindness. The hatred in my heart had been brewed, Something that was long over due.   Ive had my share of pain, And for all of it I was ashamed.   Now I see I am not my past, For the good days in my mind are the ones that will last.   Instead of taking my pain out on them, Find the love in my heart for an amen. A thank you for an opportunity to make someones day, So keep them coming my way. Pain, pain comes from both of these emotions. Pain comes in oceans.   One day may be physical, the next mental. Either way, the pain can be detrimental. But just like the old saying, “What doesnt **** you makes you stronger.”   So just keep holding on a bit longer.   I know it seems like you cant keep going, But this is something you must keep knowing. You are stronger than you think, Kinder than you believe And you can make it through this pain.   You are not your heartbreak, Your love is an earthquake. Not all are prepared to love someone like you, They are cracks, and you are the glue.   Remember that anger is from within, Letting go is the only way to win. Forgive yourself along with others, We are all sisters and brothers.   There is nothing wrong with pain, Know that there is always something to gain. You are stronger than you believe, So go out there and acheive.
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What am i living for Am i living for the hope that diminishes with time Am i living for my family whom i was a great disappointment Am i living for the happiness or love that never seems to arrive Am i living for the 58dollars i got paid as my monthly salary Am i living for the plans i made i never got the mobilities to acheive them Maybe life treats some people preferencially Maybe life has her own people she favours with  time Maybe life is a politician who make empty promises Maybe life is discriminating Maybe life believed in the concept of favouriitism and The principle of godfatherism Why do some people enjoy this life as if they created it The live a luxurous life Intimidating the poor and surpressing them They drive the most espensive cars and splashes water  at the poor Some poor are there begging for a square meal They never know what is happiness All they do is find somewhere they could eat for the day a d move on Life is really a politician Life has people she made rich and people she made poor with time Life has people she cares for and people she didnt care if they live or die The poor suffers the most expensive sickness in the world today With no money to cure them and they finally die with time Malnutrition has caused the death of many childern and adult whom the principle of favouritism and godfatherism wasnt on there side They work all day to provide food and shelter for there family There 12hrs work per day to a month was spent on food and rent having nothing to save There kids kids could not go to school due to the huge amount of school fees Oh life Oh life Is time you start considering the tears of the poor Oh life Is time you remember the poor and favour them too Is time you circulate the principle of favouritism and godfatherism and not monopolising it Is time you give the poor reason to believe it worth to stay alive Is time you restore the hope they already lost in you Other than this  the cry of the poor remains What am i living for What am i living for What the hell am i living for
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 9:30 AM UTC
THE CRY OF THE POOR TO LIFE
What am i living for Am i living for the hope that diminishes with time Am i living for my family whom i was a great disappointment Am i living for the happiness or love that never seems to arrive Am i living for the 58dollars i got paid as my monthly salary Am i living for the plans i made i never got the mobilities to acheive them Maybe life treats some people preferencially Maybe life has her own people she favours with  time Maybe life is a politician who make empty promises Maybe life is discriminating Maybe life believed in the concept of favouriitism and The principle of godfatherism Why do some people enjoy this life as if they created it The live a luxurous life Intimidating the poor and surpressing them They drive the most espensive cars and splashes water  at the poor Some poor are there begging for a square meal They never know what is happiness All they do is find somewhere they could eat for the day a d move on Life is really a politician Life has people she made rich and people she made poor with time Life has people she cares for and people she didnt care if they live or die The poor suffers the most expensive sickness in the world today With no money to cure them and they finally die with time Malnutrition has caused the death of many childern and adult whom the principle of favouritism and godfatherism wasnt on there side They work all day to provide food and shelter for there family There 12hrs work per day to a month was spent on food and rent having nothing to save There kids kids could not go to school due to the huge amount of school fees Oh life Oh life Is time you start considering the tears of the poor Oh life Is time you remember the poor and favour them too Is time you circulate the principle of favouritism and godfatherism and not monopolising it Is time you give the poor reason to believe it worth to stay alive Is time you restore the hope they already lost in you Other than this  the cry of the poor remains What am i living for What am i living for What the hell am i living for
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What were my goals born of? Desire for more, The feeling I would die if I didn't follow them The knowledge that I can acheive them The idea that this is what I was born to do? Or am I just to scared to persue What I wabt to do? Will I ever be brave enough to figure it out?
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
Pathway
Goals are made to acheive and break records, Who dreams to achieve can concur it, Goals are of different kinds, Goals are of different fields, Different people creates various goals in different fields, Business goals are hectic to achieve But not impossible to concur it. Bigger goals needs big efforts to achieve Small goals are easy to fulfill, Goals are gold spot that remains in our minds.
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
GOALS
She wore a pretty smile and had the perfect eyes, Her beauty striked every heart Her beauty hided every scars. No wonder her pain was just a mystery She kept it secret like it was her history. She transformed herself from caterpillar to butterfly Her struggle was real, but she burried it deep inside. There was a story behind her, The story which was unspoken but real. For no one should see the truth behind her life, As she was an inspiration for all the youth alive. Her goals were limitless, She urged to acheive it, unless . ALL her efforts and hardworks, Made her shine like fireworks.     -Aasiya shaikh
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Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 2:15 AM UTC
Story behind her smile
Everything ends eventually Nothing is good but Jehovah God You're not good, I'm not good No one will acheive perfection On their own Eat the most organic Collect rain water Workout everyday You may prolong your life some Still life ends eventually "I am no part of the world" said Jesus "My kingdom is no part of this world" I believe Jesus I believe his words So I know nothing from this world Belongs to my king. He does not promote the violence He does not sexualize messages He does not punish us for our sins No, he died for our sins Yes, everything ends Eventually And I am grateful it does.... for now I would be happy to not have the stress To not experience anxiety The only thing that keeps me focused Is knowing When Jesus takes over All the violence will end All the sickness and death Man and his dominance The ruining of the earth And it will be filled instead With pure love and good With the knowledge of Jehovah Forever
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
Eventually
We worship beans like it's Bobody's business, and Beans are my hero Beans are fibrous With protein and tasting Them makes me ready Beans over-acheive They did not have to be so Healthy and **** I would pour beans where Fate led me to decant them Anywhere, Bridget I'd love a salad Made of just beans and more beans I'd eat it with beans.
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Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 9:14 PM UTC
Naboobay beans
comparing, replacing, mistreating, misleasing. are just a few things youve turned our relationship into in such a short time period. loving, caring, baring, always daring, are just a few things we could acheive in our relationship in such a short time period. (a.b)
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC
Untitled
I didn't believe it this time. I was so scared of the past that when it was in the palm of my hands I was too scared thinking again it wouldn't last. So I pushed away the fear and in the process you flew having a more clear vision I now see things anew. I didn't quite understand I didn't believe, but now my mind has changed we will beat the odds, we will acheive Take your time please, but when you're ready take my hand I will show you love and acceptance I will keep you safe when you land
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 3:41 AM UTC
Clear(er) Vision
I don't think I could acheive all my dreams if it weren't for you, The one I never expected. I would have feebly fought for them, pined for them, but I don't think I could have gotten myself to a place where I could get them on my fingertips. I'm going to be an author. I finished a novel, I pushed past my wandering imagination and uncertainty because you made it easier to feel my bones. To do the things that are like breathing for me. I have a lot of worry in my heart, I always have. I worry about not being good enough or going crazy or about your safety or about the future. I don't know if I've gone madder, but on the precipice of loneliness I am not terrified. I am only wishing us both the best. I won't see you for four months. Alone that fact makes me miss you already. But I'm not scared about it. You want to build a life with me, and you of all people don't take statements like that lightly. You may be far away but you aren't leaving. This is a time for both of us to get ready to be the people we want to be. You get to start getting your dreams together. I'm sure as hell going to do the same thing. I cannot wait to show you with my eager little smile how far I'll come in those months. I hope I floor you. I hope you'll love me more than ever. I'm sure I'll feel that way about you. I don't think I'll ever be that girl who feels releived or settled about being married to the well-off, wicked smart guy. If anything your intelligence makes me feel I need to keep on pushing. I want to be just as rafiant and brilliant by your side, not seem like the lucky trophy wife with the **** This summer will grow us. I hate to have us grow so much apart, but its how it is and we, ever adaptable and strong, will manage. I'm sure skype will be our ally. But only with you, and I hope you feel similar with me, that we can be this grand together and have the sort of life that we could only dream of. We can have a life that neither of us never realized could be so insane and wonderful all at once without the other. I don't think I've ever been a better version of myself than I have with you. I'm stronger and I'm responsible and I'm willing to do stupid, crazy things to work towards all my hopes and dreams come true. I'm still so crazy but it doesn't matter to you. God, I ******* love you. I cannot wait for the grand together life we will have. Only a few whiles until we get there. One summer, then some time together. Then my final semester as you get things ready in our new world and then... Well then hopefully that grand together never needs to be forced apart again.
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
The Grand Together
I don't think I could acheive all my dreams if it weren't for you, The one I never expected. I would have feebly fought for them, pined for them, but I don't think I could have gotten myself to a place where I could get them on my fingertips. I'm going to be an author. I finished a novel, I pushed past my wandering imagination and uncertainty because you made it easier to feel my bones. To do the things that are like breathing for me. I have a lot of worry in my heart, I always have. I worry about not being good enough or going crazy or about your safety or about the future. I don't know if I've gone madder, but on the precipice of loneliness I am not terrified. I am only wishing us both the best. I won't see you for four months. Alone that fact makes me miss you already. But I'm not scared about it. You want to build a life with me, and you of all people don't take statements like that lightly. You may be far away but you aren't leaving. This is a time for both of us to get ready to be the people we want to be. You get to start getting your dreams together. I'm sure as hell going to do the same thing. I cannot wait to show you with my eager little smile how far I'll come in those months. I hope I floor you. I hope you'll love me more than ever. I'm sure I'll feel that way about you. I don't think I'll ever be that girl who feels releived or settled about being married to the well-off, wicked smart guy. If anything your intelligence makes me feel I need to keep on pushing. I want to be just as rafiant and brilliant by your side, not seem like the lucky trophy wife with the **** This summer will grow us. I hate to have us grow so much apart, but its how it is and we, ever adaptable and strong, will manage. I'm sure skype will be our ally. But only with you, and I hope you feel similar with me, that we can be this grand together and have the sort of life that we could only dream of. We can have a life that neither of us never realized could be so insane and wonderful all at once without the other. I don't think I've ever been a better version of myself than I have with you. I'm stronger and I'm responsible and I'm willing to do stupid, crazy things to work towards all my hopes and dreams come true. I'm still so crazy but it doesn't matter to you. God, I ******* love you. I cannot wait for the grand together life we will have. Only a few whiles until we get there. One summer, then some time together. Then my final semester as you get things ready in our new world and then... Well then hopefully that grand together never needs to be forced apart again.
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Pain within my every word Mental instability Never very kind or patient Definitely not conducive to tranquility Oh to be free all I long for World exterminated of hate Something I've dreamt about often Life has refused to cooperate Relaxation an overstayed houseguest Won't take my subtle hints to leave Some think I enjoy lazy demeanor Desperately wish goals I could acheive I'm not worthless degenerate Just process events differently than most A am a lost soul fighting depression Inside haunted by a nameless ghost With zero way to discover a road to bliss Words I scribble my comfort when dark Everything is a fleeting experience Perception altered by every harmful remark Is swallowing truth so hard That it sticks in back of my throat? If it is I'll forcefully choke it down Weight why it's difficult to float
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Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 6:58 AM UTC
Mental Instability
I hope this new year will be truly amazing (for a change) I hope I'll acheive the things I desire (for instance you) I hope I'll make my parents proud I hope I'll make myself proud And I hope I'll be kind and loving towards everyone Yet the voices in my head are screaming How do you accomplish anything applicable in this state of mind?
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
New Years
Freedom, something we all desire. Such a perfect idea, spread your wings and fly. Run through an endless forest just because you can. Swim in any ocean and enjoy life, no-one can stop you. Light a fire at midnight and feel its warmth, observe it's friendly glow. Go for a walk and watch the sun rise, breathe in the morning air. Lie on a beach at night and look into the sky , be enlightened by billions of stars . Freedom, something we all desire, something beautiful that we can all acheive. True liberty can be yours, you just have to believe.
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Mar 8, 2011
Mar 8, 2011 at 12:51 AM UTC
Freedom
To be a poet is the end goal you achieved it What did I acheive? You reincarnated me, not as a animal or a human. Not even a life form for that matter, But you put me in a sonnet in a cluster of words. I’m not religious as such but my god poets can resurrect. Feeling in a simple rhythm The physicality of it is uncanny Words that I wish would slip past my tongue. My god poets can resurrect. What pleasure is must be to bloom so sweetly. Does the words come quickly? Once I find my hand,fingers and knuckles. Pen to paper, finger to lips would it come naturally? We will see if I can bring air back into lungs deflated by time. May I stumble to present my work. Or hold my tongue as they look at the beginning. My god poets can resurrect. Must I find sense of place? Drip a cigarette between my fingers Papered apartment full of hero’s of song,who now quite as you write the new. Ability coming naturally you insisted. Do I not need a Parisan perspective. Or do I need ordinary to flourish private extraordinary. My god poets,poets...can
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
Poets can resurrect
Who, me. I don't know, I'll ask We, the people. How has the world, the one we share, you with me, I with thee, how has our reality come to today surrounded by hooting proud warriors lauding their leaders made kings by the magi and the tax collectors and spenders? That's the question. I think it's a test, or a temptation, knowing the answer might **** us. Do the math, or believe an expert who says he knows he knows, an experienced thinker and weigher of big ideas. Choose an expert, Yahoo, Goggle experts in interesting time one. You choose. Only for now. These teasing toy journeys are only real in your way of thinking. An expert in words at play or an expert in words of war or work or woe or joy and strength'n'vigorishit-- use-ery compounded into stone an expert in dark, full-on absense of light, al right, al ready -- the expert you let be smarter than you, by God, or any other witness, that expert better be having more than historical authority, okeh. Gears used to grind, stick-shift, yoost to lever m'thematically synchronized wheels in wheels, lesser gears, experienced old grease monkey knows, between those, is where m'monkey wrench goes. Bring wheels in wheels to a screeching halt! Like by the River of Tebar, very hard to write such thoughtscenes, he trys, um-phailure, deep breath, look around, selah. Kiss the son, taste the son, know the son as brother, as gotchabacker friend, who is the way, the truth, and the life. No lie is of the truth. There is a basic algorythm in 2019. AND in 2019 I have an idea that works for me, the null set can hold any evil any mind, mortal or otherwise, can conceive. Napoleon Hill seeds sometimes sown as weeds to choke a crop of lies, "What the mind of man can conceive, it can acheive." Ah, so: Man as a whole, he is thought to have meant, mankind, wombed and un; but he may have meant man as in, any one man, wombed or un. --- end first course --- recycle all utensils
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May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 12:58 PM UTC
Al Quest, Time One
Who, me. I don't know, I'll ask We, the people. How has the world, the one we share, you with me, I with thee, how has our reality come to today surrounded by hooting proud warriors lauding their leaders made kings by the magi and the tax collectors and spenders? That's the question. I think it's a test, or a temptation, knowing the answer might **** us. Do the math, or believe an expert who says he knows he knows, an experienced thinker and weigher of big ideas. Choose an expert, Yahoo, Goggle experts in interesting time one. You choose. Only for now. These teasing toy journeys are only real in your way of thinking. An expert in words at play or an expert in words of war or work or woe or joy and strength'n'vigorishit-- use-ery compounded into stone an expert in dark, full-on absense of light, al right, al ready -- the expert you let be smarter than you, by God, or any other witness, that expert better be having more than historical authority, okeh. Gears used to grind, stick-shift, yoost to lever m'thematically synchronized wheels in wheels, lesser gears, experienced old grease monkey knows, between those, is where m'monkey wrench goes. Bring wheels in wheels to a screeching halt! Like by the River of Tebar, very hard to write such thoughtscenes, he trys, um-phailure, deep breath, look around, selah. Kiss the son, taste the son, know the son as brother, as gotchabacker friend, who is the way, the truth, and the life. No lie is of the truth. There is a basic algorythm in 2019. AND in 2019 I have an idea that works for me, the null set can hold any evil any mind, mortal or otherwise, can conceive. Napoleon Hill seeds sometimes sown as weeds to choke a crop of lies, "What the mind of man can conceive, it can acheive." Ah, so: Man as a whole, he is thought to have meant, mankind, wombed and un; but he may have meant man as in, any one man, wombed or un. --- end first course --- recycle all utensils
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I hate how quick silly human beings are to judge Just becuase i'm a teen and I wear baggy clothes Doesn't mean i'm mean and don't understand your pains Just becuase I have headphones on Doesn't mean i'm a teenage punk who doesn't doesn't know any better Just because I smoke Doesn't mean you can point me out to your children as a bad example If you could only see your own faults first Oh how you'd wish to be in someone elses place But that wouldn't fix anything No matter who you are You will always have faults You can only acheive what you percieve as perfection Once you fix the flaws you can fix and accept the flaws that you can't But all these silly humans do is point fingers at others to cover up their own faults Such silly creatures
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
Too judgmental for their own good
You ever reach the moment when enough is enough? You want nothing more to do with a person or a situation or an issue? You just think it's time for it to disappear? Well, I'm having that moment. It's time for this ******** to stop. It's time for this to end. I've had enough. I fight too hard for things that I'll never acheive. I believe in people too much. I have too much faith in the "good" in people that I blind myself to the "bad". It's over. There is no turning back. Sadly, I have reached my limit. I feel like I've wasted my time. Nothing has been accomplished, but I did everything in my power. I beat myself up over and over and over again and for what? Just to fail... But can I really look at it as failure when I had no control over the situation? It was not my choice. I can't control people. I can't predict people. I can only count on those close to me. I can only count on that which makes me secure and I hate that my insecurities overcame me. I hate that my attempts were all in vain. I wanted to salvage something. I wanted to believe that my feelings had some purpose, but I suppose it's just become a lesson. I should never think that it will always work out as I want. Some things are just not meant to be. Or else...they need more time, but my impatience controls me. I cannot just let time pass without action. I need to feel as if I'm doing something, as if I'm trying something... I need to feel as if I'm fixing it only to realize that I have fixed nothing. Instead, I pushed it too far. But I'm not really trying to blame me. Because it's not my fault. Why place the blame on me when I was the only one fighting? When I was the one who really wanted to make things right? How dare people claim that I don't care! You've never met anyone who cared more. You've never met anyone who tries harder. You've never met anyone who believes in people more. You've never met anyone who exhausts every effort. You've never met anyone who would do anything for anyone. You've never met anyone who is quite like I am. And if you don't believe these things about me, then honestly, you've never really met me at all. Because those who know me, know this about me: I will always be there. I will never give up. I will never go away. I will never drop you. I will never harm you. But that is only if I am given the same treatment. I do not make friends for fun. I make friends for real. And to lose one, kills me. But I can't always be the one that fixes it, especially if the other side wants nothing to do with it anymore. I'm stuck at the mercy of someone else. My control is gone. And now I can only accept the inevitable. One day...there will be regret. But it won't be mine.
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Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 9:55 PM UTC
Analyze This
You ever reach the moment when enough is enough? You want nothing more to do with a person or a situation or an issue? You just think it's time for it to disappear? Well, I'm having that moment. It's time for this ******** to stop. It's time for this to end. I've had enough. I fight too hard for things that I'll never acheive. I believe in people too much. I have too much faith in the "good" in people that I blind myself to the "bad". It's over. There is no turning back. Sadly, I have reached my limit. I feel like I've wasted my time. Nothing has been accomplished, but I did everything in my power. I beat myself up over and over and over again and for what? Just to fail... But can I really look at it as failure when I had no control over the situation? It was not my choice. I can't control people. I can't predict people. I can only count on those close to me. I can only count on that which makes me secure and I hate that my insecurities overcame me. I hate that my attempts were all in vain. I wanted to salvage something. I wanted to believe that my feelings had some purpose, but I suppose it's just become a lesson. I should never think that it will always work out as I want. Some things are just not meant to be. Or else...they need more time, but my impatience controls me. I cannot just let time pass without action. I need to feel as if I'm doing something, as if I'm trying something... I need to feel as if I'm fixing it only to realize that I have fixed nothing. Instead, I pushed it too far. But I'm not really trying to blame me. Because it's not my fault. Why place the blame on me when I was the only one fighting? When I was the one who really wanted to make things right? How dare people claim that I don't care! You've never met anyone who cared more. You've never met anyone who tries harder. You've never met anyone who believes in people more. You've never met anyone who exhausts every effort. You've never met anyone who would do anything for anyone. You've never met anyone who is quite like I am. And if you don't believe these things about me, then honestly, you've never really met me at all. Because those who know me, know this about me: I will always be there. I will never give up. I will never go away. I will never drop you. I will never harm you. But that is only if I am given the same treatment. I do not make friends for fun. I make friends for real. And to lose one, kills me. But I can't always be the one that fixes it, especially if the other side wants nothing to do with it anymore. I'm stuck at the mercy of someone else. My control is gone. And now I can only accept the inevitable. One day...there will be regret. But it won't be mine.
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On the creation of a dream One thing must always be remembered: For the time being, it is but a figment of your imagination. Do not do as many have done and let the dream consume you so That you are lost to the world around you and so helpless In the realisation of said dream. And if you find a way to acheive this, Be sure to let me know, I could do with a little help right now.
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
Dreams and Aspirations
Yo!! I make sure my cut Remains Raw Quick draw Mcgraw /take more shots than Brian Shaw Above the Law/ with my Seagal Tactics Suckas get rapped in Plastic trying to match my Ballistics i got Statistics /to show and prove been Raw since Daddy Kane Insane in the Membrane check my Rhyme Asylum/Dumb Co-Ill Lyrics Turn up my Vocals so u Can Hear it/ Tear it Cuz its Causin Brain Hemorrhage to the Masses im a Super Savage Causin Carnage/ no Survivors in my Battlefield take that Pitch ill Swing on ya like G Sheffield/ Real Deal like Holyfield Pedigrees Shaken like its Holy Ghost Filled Billed /Signed Sealed and Delivered by the Devil to Acheive Multiple Levels/ Stay on my Grind No Yellow Bricks to Follow Never Borrow/ Distribute my own Arsenal take **** Personal/ if u ever feelin' Froggy/ ill make u get like the House of Pain and Jump Around/ Copper lead to your Head now u 6ft in the Ground/Pound 4 Pound i can take/cuz when i Make my Point i Even make the Mountains Shake!! hittin' u with the Acoustic- Once Moooore makin' SUre i Keep Things Rawww!!!!
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
Everything Remains Raw
I've been thinking about my goals and how I will acheive them and I keep running into this good for nothing bleep called PATIENCE. So heres a lil something I want everything-everything I want the world because I can I want power because I can And I want everything because I can. I am tired of hoping and wishing and promising because I CAN- be tired of it I want now, and I want everything I want time, I want love, I want happiness I want knowledge and yes I want everything and yes I will get everything I want as long as I realize I should want PATIENCE.
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
Everything in Time
Happiness to me is not simply what you can see.Happiness is laughter and sharing joys in life with the people who you love the most.Happiness, contrary to thought really can't be bought.I really think Im at my best when my bills are paid and food is on the table.To feel the love of a hug and singin whos snug as a bug to my baby.Just to know Im able to acheive my dreams and goals.Happiness can not be defined within a few short lines,I beleive it will take a lifetime and Im living mine.
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Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 4:27 PM UTC
Whats Happy?
My mind grows tired My body weak Just wanna close my eyes And never open them again eternal sleep But I wont rest That's a feat I can't acheive Cause my soul is torn Lost in translation Started since my day one born I've searched for answers But uncovered more questions Thought I could teach But Im still learning lessons This is my confession I'm not Usher But I must say I've gotten older wiser I can admit I'm afraid I'm scared Frightened that my soul will grow old Alone Because I've seen heard and felt love But in my grasp it won't stay Maybe I'm cursed with the burden of lonliness Trapped in my own hell of sorrow Single tear drop falls as my soul Fades away...
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
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