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Paridhi Sharma Mar 2014
I maybe too new to this world
but my goals aren't
Do not you judge from my age
numerics are deceptive you know

Sorrow,
sigh
why no trust?

Do not consider me the guilty
neither my words,  nor my intentions lie.
Painful it is,
to get such a treatment.
But my tears maybe
a theatrical prop for you.

I'm the sole recipient of pain,
For you it must all go in vain.
But it is the ******* reality
"TheStoryOfMyLife"

My owners neglect
my views,
my feelings,
my thoughts.
For  me this gives my life
droughts.
So, I'm the sole recipient of such neglect.
Today I accomodate in this
world-wide-room
"MyApparentWorld" .

Hoping this dark night to pass,
giving way to some ray of sunshine
and a pinch of rainbow.
--this is the story of a young boy who is struggling to explain his actions to his parents( who are referred to as their owners).
He is unfortunately unable to express and is stuck in his room, in search of happiness.
Andje Aug 2014
I'm getting tired of my fears
Of my wantings
Of my aims and my goals
They're always the same

I'm getting bored of everything
Of my eternal wait
Of his face
Of the thrills I'll never feel

Every beautiful thing is killing me
'Cause I'm not able to feel it

My head is full of senseless words
That fills the emptiness I'm carrying on

I don't want anything
I don't want anything

You can't hear me

I don't want
I don't
I don't cry anymore
Jerry Salcedo Jan 2017
There's a silent war going on
Going on
Going on
There's a silent war going on
Going on
Going on

What happened to the days of true scholars
Nia who acquired knowledge not just dollars
We keep regressing as time goes on
We gota do it better than those who are gone long
Ago
When times we're more difficult
Gota get back to the origins on how theories were born
F
k rules
Be the exception and keep on going
Growing to infinite possibilities
Study everything under the sun
Be one with the universe since it begun
We ain't gonna win the war be we still gotta
battle
Cause
 
There's a silent war going on
Going on
Going on
There's a silent war going on
Going on
Going on

We gota shake society like those who have come and gone
Make a everlasting impact
Before you're done
Fk following the rules and
Getting a job that's cool
And sit in a office just to be a tool
Go out there
Risk your life
Become incredible and **** the hype
We can't win this war that is true
But we can fight and break open the truth
Cause

There's a silent war going on
Going on
Going on
There's a silent war going on
Going on
Going on

Those considered outcast or wierd have it clear
They understand that what we are shown doesn't come near
Of the true potential we hold
We must be bold
To bypass all these corny measured goals
Be an individual
Don't conform
We are born to break past social reform
I wanna preach love and individualism
Not stay stuck on hate and be subliminal
Embrace your human spirit
And block out the political
Those policy setters
Carry an umbrella
While we stay roofless and go toothless
Cause

There's a silent war going on
Going on
Going on
There's a silent war going on
Going on
Going on

Go against the grain
Embrace your heart
F
k your mind
It's been molded by the naysayers
Who just want to increase their dimes
Be you
No one is you
Set out on a mission and do it soon
Don't stay stuck following polices set by bullies
I know people need the money to get by
But if you take that thought out of your mind
One by one
Human nature will return to it's true kind
And maybe we'll have a chance at winning this war
A lot of us battle
And that's a real goal
Cause

The silent war just begun
Just begun
Just begun
The silent war just begun
Just begun
Just begun....
The North Star May 2014
An old man's happiness is described as
His first time in a candy store
He grows into the boy
scoring goals on the football field
Preceding the feelings of a young teen
knocking on his prom date's door
that first kiss
Before the man;
all grown-up, makes his first business deal
Getting down on one knee
Loving truly for the first time
a life's devotion
Ending with the wailing sounds
Of his first child
The end of one
The beginning of another
Eveline Apr 2013
I do not understand-
  why drama ends up in violence;
  why we can't catch hummingbirds;
  why people dress ****** to get attention;

But most of all
  I do not understand-
  why fish have to breath underwater.
        ( I mean why do they need water if they can breath air normally.)

What I understand most is
  life isn't going to be easy-
  there are going to be struggles;
  There will be a lot of bumps in the road;
  There will be many obstacles and achieved goals.
Sean Yessayan May 2012
A slight change is never noticed
when the frame of time is small.
As children we grew each day,
only the the annual notch showed how tall.

You may be the one who’s static in traffic
caused by construction—a nuisance it’s true—
but it's  the one now home from abroad who says:
“Everything is so different, this is not what I knew.”

The paradox is queerly commonplace:
This feeling that from day-to-day nothing has changed—
except maybe which day gets crossed out—
yet time spent in nostalgic reflection shows
the sheer metamorphosis that has come about.

We always move forward with goals in our telescopes.
When the glorious day comes in passing, it will end and that’s that.
Like the student, eager to stop school when the flowers first bloom,
will soon see foliage—a punishment that time begat.

They say you never know what you have until it’s gone,
yet few of them pause to watch the world transform.
They tell us to enjoy each day like it’s our last,
yet they curse time spent inside caused by a cleansing storm.

Even I neglected the sun’s sky, who gave way to the moon now born.
Precedence was given to my pen and this foul verse without scorn.
Yet, only the sun’s birth can give rise to this sentiment I mourn.
Jesse Madison Jan 2015
Once the depression becomes routine,
Happiness never really feels comfortable again.
It comes around
now and then,
like an old friend.
You laugh and drink
and reminisce about all the plans you had that never panned out.
All the hope you invested,
in the jobs, the relationships, the dreams and goals.
And you laugh at how foolish you once were for ever having such ideas.
But the laughter dies out
And your smile fades
And you know in the back of your mind
that soon, your happiness will be gone again,
and you can never quite forgive it for leaving.
You cant blame it,
All you ever did was hold it back.
Maybe somebody else could make better use of it.
And the depression,
Well the depression is no Stranger.
dexter Aug 2020
i want to empty my brain
free myself of never ending pain, the weight of these chains
i want to drive in the rain, never see the east coast again
wishing all this needless suffering could be forgotten
but is my past truly the root of why I feel so rotten?
is retaliation against these feelings of meaninglessness ever going to lift the curse?
any grandeur is a fantasy it's true I'm delusional. the cycling is endless, of this i am sure.
how can i reverse the sinking thinking that takes me so low my only answer is drinking?
making goals, feeling love, pulls me out from these holes I've dug.
my impatience is unsatisfied when i am reminded (as i always am) enlightenment and contentment take time
DG Sep 2015
A bucket list,
We all should record.
To give us goals,
To work towards.

Make a list,
From one to twenty.
You can have more,
If you want to have plenty.

You're bucket list,
Will hold your dreams.
That one day,
Won't be a dream.

Setting goals
Is good to do,
To make your dreams
Come true for you.
BungeeGum May 2020
There are crafts of countless drafts on this blank page,
accounts of my days of happiness or rage are on this blank page,
hinted goals and affirmations are blueprinted on this blank page,
look and you shall find that my mind roars it's thoughts unfiltered on this blank page,

Behold a story begins to unfold on this blank page.

Ink jives it's hips, thrives in it's own motions and clicks it's fingers in rhythm to the writers melody that lingers,
In order to transcribe what you're trying to describe to the mass of one or many on this blank page,

Sentences are redacted,
subtracted from the line of sight equating to something that now means nothing,

Why?

It could be a mistake,
a misfire of  the message I attempted to make,
thinking I had it locked and loaded,
Ready to shoot it across this blank page,

Or...

It could be that I find it unnecessary to reveal deep parts of me,

So...

I become hell bent on destroying any trace that may possibly leave my scent in this blank page,

The land of doodles,
far and wide is it's reach,
with the population consisting of ...
stick-mankind,
Talking poodles,
Confetti filled with noodles,

Whatever you can think of is there in this blank page.


On this blank page I stare deep into it's void and wonder....

What shall we do today ?
Soma Mukherjee Jul 2011
I got up in the morning, oh! What a gloomy day
Nothing to look forward to, just more bad news pouring my way
Yesterday I was officially declared bankrupt
With no money, future looking bleak, don’t be surprised if my talk seems a little abrupt
People are calling trying to reach me, most to vent their anger and some to give me hope
Lot of pent up frustrations, this feeling of absolute failure, how will I cope?

I want to end my life…..

(No wait I won’t end my life, not like this, not without giving a fight and making sure there was never any hope
If there was my loved one in my place, would I have taken a step back and let him lose this battle and reach for the fire, track or rope?
No I would have helped him; given him hope, told him to pick up whatever is left start fresh
Told him in spite all the humiliations and taunts, that promising tomorrow will come and not to give up on something so precious
Asked him what he would like to be remembered as –a man who gave up too soon
Or someone who bounced back every time life threw him down, for he was a fighter not a loon)


I had the worst possible night of my life; I was coming back from a club
Some perverts attacked me and robbed me of everything and let me to die in a dense shrub
Some people took me to the hospital
Where I was told how lucky I was, to not have injuries too fatal,
The police asked me to describe in detail the entire ordeal
While my body will recuperate, my soul will never get over this; don’t think it will ever heal
Some people are enraged over what happened to me, some are trying to give me hope
But I just want to be alone, can’t bear this crowd, If only I could elope

I want to end my life…..

(No wait I won’t end my life, not like this, not without giving a fight and making sure there was never any hope
If there was my loved one in my place would I have taken a step back and let her lose this battle and reach for the fire, track or rope?
No I would have helped her; given her hope told her to start fresh
Told her that what the perverts did was to rob her of material beings and hurt her flesh
And for that pain and hurt she will have to stand up against them and speak out
But if she chooses to end her life today she will be the one to let down and leave her soul in a spiritual drought
I would have reminded her of all her dreams, aspirations and goals and the fights so far
There was no way one bad incident was going to ruin her promising life and leave a permanent scar)

I am waiting for the news eagerly; my exams results are going to be out
I have not done so well, and I don’t think I will flunk but I do have my doubts
Please god let me be the first one to see my results before anyone else can
I don’t want to be scolded or chided in front of the entire clan
Oh no, I don’t like the look on my father’s face I think I have failed, again
I will be scolded, mocked, ridiculed, oh god spare me the pain
No one ever understood me; my problems were never of their concern
All their wishes were to be my command with no respect to what I wanted to learn

I want to end my life…..

(No wait I won’t end my life, not like this, not without giving a fight and make sure there was never any hope
If there was my loved one in my place would I have taken a step back and let him lose this battle and reach for the fire, track or rope?
No if it had been my younger brother or sister I would have told them to try again
And this time to fight with all they had, focus on their goals and not bother about the inane
And if they wanted to be taken seriously I would tell them to prove themselves with their hard work and abilities
If they were feeling ignored or not being listened to, I would suggest they speak out and learn to share responsibilities)

As long as there is life there will be thorns and roses,
You may Rise and fall, have profits and loses
What you do with your life will always be in your hand
One life so precious, learn, absorb all that you can and let your skill expand
So what if there were hardships, so what if you met too many obstacles?
Yes you have been hurt and cheated but don’t let it touch your spirit; don’t let them be your shackles.
Every time you have been wronged, every time someone violates your rights
That is when you need to pull yourself, be just and brace yourself for the fights
Every time you have failed to achieve what you set out to, or caused a huge loss
Remember you are not the only one hurt, pick up and start and work for the cause

*STAND UP, SPEAK OUT, FIGHT WITH ALL YOU HAVE, HANG ON AND BE BRAVE
GET ALL THE HELP YOU CAN, WORK HARD AND START A NEW INSPIRING WAVE
A poem on suicide prevention
Raindrops Nov 2016
We aren't blood related
But we care more than sister.
We were always together in ups and downs of life,
We aren't complete when there is missing of us.
We are different but we share the same thoughts and
goals in life.
They say we're lucky to have each other
Wishing they have one too.
There are times we argue about things,
Misunderstood each other,
And reach to that point  
that we want each other free
But you know what is that thing
that binds us together?
The misery we feel,
The worry of losing someone,
The one who knows our flaws but still worry of leaving us behind.
FreyaXO Feb 2019
Walk with confidence.
Keep your head held high.
The hate in your heart
Is all based on a lie.

You’re not like them, my love.
One day you will see.
The pain in your past is a gift.
It will set you free.

Use it to speak your truth unapologetically.
To those who manipulate you.
Use your intuition.
You know what to do.

Teach them how to treat you.
Don’t take their crap.
They will learn the hard way.
When they poke the beast
They are sure to snap the trap.

Bite them with your words.
Bring them to their knees.
Make them beg for forgiveness.
Do it for yourself.
And walk away with ease.

Leave them speechless,
Their jaws on the floor.
Spit the truth like daggers.
Cut them to the core.

Watch them stare in disbelief,
As your inner goddess shines through.
This is your awakening.
You are born anew.

Leave them in your dust.
No apologies, no regrets.
Start living for you.
And see how good your life gets.

No one can tell who you are.
But one thing is for sure.
You are a beautiful goddess.
A warrior to the core.

You have overcome so much;
More than you know.
Those who once doubted you are your haters now.
Shake that ***** as you go.

They love to hate you.
Hate to love.
Let them talk mess.
Spread your wings and rise above.

Achieve your goals and dreams.
Let nothing hold you back.
Where you once were a follower,
You are now the leader of the pack.

The world is yours,
The moon and stars too.
When you can’t see the light,
Remember, I believe in you.
Derrick Wessels Aug 2010
I have seen the bright light,
It shines for me in heaven.
I have seen my future
In seals numbering seven.

But before I reach my freedom,
And taste the fruit of life,
I must make it to my goals,
No matter the amount of strife.

But my goals are farther
Than my feet can take me,
So I’ll ride on wings of faith.

I see troubled skies ahead,
And grumbling ground below.
But surely if I give my all,
I shall reap that which I sow.

My goals are farther
Than my feet can take me,
So I’ll ride on wings of faith.
Success. This is my story.
I'm certain I will win.

The pinnacle. This is where I belong.
Until then, I won't give in.
The Sun. She would sleep every night.
But my eyes won't!

Hardwork and Sweat. Nothing beats this.
Come try stop me. My goals are bigger than you!
New life. New challenge.
MST Nov 2014
We act as if we are different,
that this scenario doesn't match us,
so why should I help?
I am a lion crying for my forest,
why should I stop the penguin's glaciers from melting?
"They will just have more area to swim..."
I am a businessman working for my family,
why should I give my hard earned money to the dying?
"They should work past their problems... Like I did!"
I am an artist who lives within themselves,
my life is harder than that homeless man's.
"He probably does drugs anyways...".
And we move on,
set on our personal goals,
never looking back,
but expecting all others to at least glance.
Daniel lopez Dec 2011
My Goals
They are what make me me
They are what I live for
They are my motivation
They are what make me grow.

Against all odds I aim
I keep my eyes on the prize
Against all odds
My focus remains untarnished.

With it in view
No words can express my desire
To keep getting better
For all my goals
Rest on me

To stand on  the step
Like the champion
And win the Right
Because im the record breaker
I am sitting here
I am sitting here and thinking
I am sitting here and watching
How I am thinking.
I can hear it
I can hear my head pounding
I can hear how my head pounds
As I am thinking.
I wish I knew
I wish I knew everything
I wish I knew what to do
About everything.
I try to plan
I try to plan my goals in life
I try to plan it all out
So I can live.
But I am tired
But I am tired and cold
But I am tired and need to sleep
And feel secure.
I am thinking
I am thinking about life
I am thinking about how to live
My life.
Cassis Myrtille Nov 2014
mother problems
chicken pox
asked my aunt
she replied
shower my mother with love and care
after many tries
chicken pox
appointment to the end
of chicken pox
sent my mother a message that she wasn’t okay
drowsy drowsy
medicines
drowsy
shouts and screams
a clueless father
a I-dont-give-two-*******-***** sister
exams over
results out
failed my favourite subject
HOW DID I FAIL LITERATURE
chicken pox doctor
misdiagnosis
then gave me wrong number of weeks to rest
choreography for bollywood
tamil folk
parents were showering ill concealed parental
concern
went to support
ran ran ran
confused and nervous
of the entire world hating me
i ran. ran. i ******* ran
wash the dishes
cooked **** - got scolded for not cooking
extremely ***-y father
why the ******* hell did that happen
cooked
messed up dishes
ate dinner outside
whole family sick
syf prac horrendous
out of breath
trying to run
dinner outside everyday
people who didnt listen
people who didnt care about the dance
time limit
one week before kanal
havent finished choreography
CHICKEN ****** POX
came back to school
parents being ***
whole family down with chicken pox
mother working her *** off
she doesnt want any help
dancing dancing dancing  
mother’s talk about me trying to get away from dance
raffles diploma
performance
november performance
i couldnt dance
kicked out ruthlessly
kanal
five minutes before
a message no more such activities next year
marche dinner
screamed and screamed
out of breath
******* hole in my throat
ran ran ran ran ran
away from idiosyncrasies
raffles diploma
career choices
out of money
where did all the money go
where did all the money go
goals
fashion designer
parents : banker, scientist
work backwards from the goal
dance i want to dance
outings
2 days before
go on to khan academy
father only listens to himself
crushed bones
crushed ribcages
i cant breathe
still running
Nebek Wormer Jun 2015
no conventions
getting lost in this world
looking within to find the pearl
thoughts permeate being
leaving flesh stagnant from action

creative endeavors
words slipping
sludge dripping
starting over the chapters
relaunching, rebooting life
losing myself in the night

in the night
stirring
fever
hotter than these 113 degree days
laying in the black top
wasting away
wasting away

incomplete measures
stolen treasures
subconscious stream overflow
pull over truck
to unload
this heavy weight
cant believe its the 20th date
sands of times falling down
got no umbrella; taken by a clown
with a frown
because he always got caught in the rain
refrain from vengeance
i look away from wrath
taking one glance will stray me from the path
watch the thoughts
see it in motion
break free from the machine
apply the ointment
anointment of divine rite
blind sight
got me from seeing whats really there
but i pick up on it using other senses
lost it
lost it lost it lost it lost it lost
oppressive regime got me falling through the floors
tearing apart at the seams
this illusion is not what it seams
but why can i not manipulate it
what is it that im missing
off balance
outta track
gotta keep writing to keep the fluttering sensations from leaving
catalyst will lead to grieving
fun days dripping from the canvas into the bucket
sealed from the crisp air of life automatic writing to find out whats going on with me losing all touch with reality the nonsense rolls on where are these words coming from feeling numb sedation got the best of me but im happy really happy that i keep going i just want to step up the game and push like never before push psuh push but i just cant keep up redwcferjn  jnkjlemw fnhnelomkl;,'

i never give up
always looking up to marvel the beauty
switch the style
switch the style
i only do it for myself
to discover unknown features
unknown feelings
uncharted territory
lands as far as i can not see

what are my goals
what are my ambitions
guess i better keep fishing
Leonoah Apr 2020
It's that usual time of the year again – where everyone’s starting to feel that depression crippling in. The year has just started yet everybody is too concerned with the goals they had in mind since last month, as if they’re running out of time when it clearly just begun.

    In a dull-colored house located in a small town that’s not too known nor too popular – is a man in his 30s, an artist, sitting in the very corner of his room. Beside him was the last bottle of sleeping pills that he have. Every night, you can see him through the small window of his dimmed-light house downing those pills before the twenty-second of the clock hits. Some of his neighbors who sometimes see him buy those pills thought that it was weird for a man in his 30s to regularly drink sleeping pills every night, yet never sleeps.

    Little did they know, the man was clinically depressed, and he was not getting any better but still tries to maintain his medication that was prescribed to him during a free and quick mental check-up from several months ago. The pills were not of help anymore after a month but still he drinks as the idea of doing something for his mind, even if ineffective, comforts his soul. Well, it’s not like an unknown artist would be able to afford medicines that are being sold by the rich capitalists, he thought. The man’s arts were not something that everyone who sees understands. From the lines and strokes down to the colors and spaces he use, their eyebrows strike up as they can’t grasp the concept he’s going for.

    The sun shone and suddenly, the man in his 30s is no longer sitting in the very corner of his small room. He was now sitting in front of an old tree, looking at a lady who seemed to be in her late 20s. The lady was in her all-white uniform smiling gently as she hands the generic medicines to the seniors of that small town. Meanwhile, the man in his 30s was uttering words that only the dead leaves can hear.

    “She looks good in yellow,” he whispered, and the wind blew. The man in his 30s felt cold but did not mind as it’s not like he had any other choice but to endure. Suddenly, the lady in an all-white uniform turned her head and saw the man in his 30s.

    Ever so slowly in his eyes, the lady walks towards the man’s direction. At her soft and gentle hands was a blanket she kept for times like this.

    “It’s cold, have this. Are you going to show me your works again?” she asks gently while she wraps him in that blanket. ‘This feels warm,’ he thought. And that was a new thing for him.

    “Would you look?” in a stammering small voice he asked. The lady in her late 20s nodded and that was when everything has hit him. This gentle yellow lady always feels new to him, and he loves the feeling of this new. The yellow lady has always been gentle and soft and he loves it – it feels new and he loves it. She smiles brightly to him and the feeling of always wanting to see it surprises him every time because ever since he was born, this is the first time that he does not feel anxious or mocked. He finally feels loved, and there was hope; and it feels new.

    The yellow lady learned everything about the artist in his 30s – from his childhood that feels blurry yet clear (to him), how he came to that small town, how he started painting, why he started painting, the meaning of his works, his frantic days, his medications, and many more that the artist in his 30s never thought he would ever share to anybody. The yellow lady even started to learn that she has feelings for the artist in his 30s, and she was very willing to entertain and develop more together with the artist.

    Years gone by and they now live in an averaged-size house – average because it just fits them perfectly and they thought that was more than enough. The couple earns money together and they always feel that their money is perfectly enough for the family they are dreaming of. The husband gets paid by painting buildings located in the city, and every after he finishes his work, he rushes home to see his yellow lady. Yes, the artist who is now in his early 40s still refers to his partner as the yellow lady. No matter what day, occasion, or whoever they are with, she was still his yellow lady and that was so much more than he could ask for.

    Sometimes when the artist watches his wife work in her all-white uniform, he would talk to the children which he enjoys. He thought that children are much better than adults as their curiosity was never with malice. “Children might say mean things, but they will eventually grow up and be apologetic for their innocent mistakes. But grown-ups are never mistaken innocently nor are they sorry about it,” he once said to his wife.

    That day in January came and while he was waiting for his wife, a child came up to him and asked him where he could ask for a cough medicine. He touched the child’s shoulder, and pointed his finger to the yellow lady.

    “Can you see that lady in yellow? Ask her and she will answer you softly.”

    The child was confused; everyone’s either in white or ***** clothes, who is this man talking about?

    The artist in his 40s understood the child’s silent confusion and then said, “My apologies for your puzzlement. Just look for the only lady who smiles softly and lovely, she’ll help you.”

    The child ran towards the group of people who are either in white or ***** clothes, and looked for the only lady who smiles softly and lovely. He kept turning his head in order to look and when he found the lady who was smiling so gently to other children around, he ran to her direction and asked her if she was the lady in yellow.

    The yellow lady nodded her head and then kindly asked the child about what he needs. The child’s feet moved back and forth while patiently waiting for the medicine. He asked the lady why she is being referred to as the yellow lady, to which the latter kindly replied: I can tell you but you won’t be able to understand yet, love.

    That day ended and just like how every day usually happens, the couple walked home together while talking about their day and made plans about their dinner. After dinner, they proceeded to their bed and continued talking until the artist in his 40s fell into sleep while the yellow lady gently caresses his hair.

    Each day for them was always new yet familiar – and that never changed. Even when they had a child, when they had their worst fight and made up a week after, when one of them started losing hair, or even when they found out that the man who was once in his 30s is now being chased by cancer – the feeling of familiarity but different was never gone.

    When the man finally decided to take his rest, his wife started to wear yellow – everyday. And when she was asked by her son why, she answered with her utmost sincerity that she was afraid she might forget who she is and how deeply valued she is just because the one who reminds her every single day has physically left.

    Years after, and the son was now a working adult. He sighs as he sits in front of his late parents’ tombstones. He placed his military bag beside him and looked at the smiling photos of his mother and father. He was once again reminded of how much he missed them and how he wishes they were still there beside him or in their house waiting for his return after every war he fights. And in a small voice he said to his father, that he has now found his lady in blue, and how he wishes they were watching over them for he’s always going to need their guidance.

LEONOAH
i really really enjoyed writing this :)

unedited ever since i finished writing
J Aug 2013
All you do is draw my in

Into more thoughts
More ambitions
More goals
More life

I wish us to be fine
I really do

But the reality is
I don't know what you want
And more importantly
What I want to do

We owe nothing to each other
No payment is due

All you do is draw me in

I question
From time to time
Do I?
Really want you

We owe nothing to each other
No payment is due

Wouldn't it been
Easier
If we never spoke
If I never met you
I miss you,
I miss me.
Lately living,
hasn't been easy.

And this disease,
isn't easy to live with.
I'm just a kid,
with dreams.

What if my goals,
are dreams?
Is that why you left me?

I know I'm a dreamer.
And you aren't exactly a believer.
But I need you, to believe.
If I am to beat this disease.

I can't beat it,
on my own.
I can't handle,
the unknown.

I miss you,
and I miss me.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
RCraig David May 2018
You can remember more than the day
the hour, the second, right down to the blink
When you were on the brink
that moment you decide to ignore your basic instinct, your gut.
Your soul starts to sink.
You stop to think...
know you’re no longer in sync with what your soul needs,
your heart feels,
your mind thinks.
Your lack of love for yourself allows you to put all your dreams goals and ideals on the shelf.
There are no reasons or logic or causes to be known.
There is no legacy or growth or seeds to be sown or thrown,
and so the seceding, succeeding that sits on “Her” throne shall be well known.
Your last flickering candle exposed to the cold dark windblown unknown as you walk alone in the black.
Why did you make this decision alone...because you always were the minute you abandoned your own.
But somehow this nonsensical, unremarkable **** slipped in, equipped, betwixt, bewitched,
a too simple beseeching of your heart.
thrcy Nov 2013
I wish you were a book
my book
so that I could keep and read you
anytime I wanted to
and depart from the real world
for a while with you

I could take care of your cover
especially your spine
I promise not to judge
the cover, summary, and your story

I could flip through your pages
in able for me to
know your past
live in your present
and know what your future beholds

In your story if I stumble upon your
flaws, secrets, past, memories
no matter how awful it maybe
I'd still highlight all of the things
I admire about you

I would share your stories
how you've got a great adventure
with the best plot twists
and how you've overcome your fears
reached your goals
and made it through your struggles

I promise to put you on a special spot
in a bookshelf of all of my other books
you'd be my favorite one

I swear I could reread you over
and over and over
and over and over
and over and over
again
like you were the only book
that ever existed

I'd take you everywhere and anywhere
to also tell my story
and together we could make new memories
share the sunsets, sunrise, and watch the stars
because with you
I am truly happy

I wish you were a book
my book
how gently you let the ink flow
through your pages
for every word of each page
I've got it memorized
each phrase, line and quote
has got me hooked
with all the sweet things you've said
brooke Jun 2014
those aren't dreams, those are goals*
I stopped using that puny voice
and hiding behind the avocados
in my cobb salad. and who are
you to to define the space between
my fingers, the gaps between my
teeth? Dear Wyatt, feel honored
because for a moment you breathed
my dreams.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014.


he doesn't define you.
Dondaycee Aug 2017
Questions… if I don’t ask them they’ll get the best of me,
If I ask them at the wrong time, I’ll lose the answers,
Time itself will fail to digest in me.
Einstein said if such a thing existed it would be simultaneously,
So why did the past constipate me? Right now things are hard to swallow,
Because what I see is ahead, and, this **** is cutting me off from the rest of me.
“The important thing is not to stop questioning, curiosity has its own reason for existing.”
****** Albert, if this is food for thought, what’s the recipe?
And don’t say imagina… wait, if imagination is everything, then I’ll use it to remove the crap from yestereve.
Why did Arkyi have meaning? I mean, it’s palindrome did.
Maybe Iykra had an acronym for a reason.
I looked for the publisher but there was no trace or date, who ever did this wanted to remain hid.
I know it has some type of meaning,
Numerology says one, Astrology says Sun,
Horoscope says Attractive personality with a magnetic charm,
Why is Symbolism for rarity repeating?
Unity of one; structure of pride, purpose, and determination,
This raps into a kingdom in Israel and the culture of Hebrew,
That’s odd but I see the cohesion.
Odd because it goes back to a man named Abraham, the one that left Mesopotamia.
Crazy because Mesopotamia was linked with Atlantis, a global civilizations that fell after its main island suffered a sinking.
Now this is just my imagination guiding me, I’m not stating anything.
But, imagination is the tool to create, and I’m creating a line that’s linked in...
-Well at least that’s what I’m thinking,
Understand that I’ve reached a level of decoding messages many can’t comprehend,
It’s not me but it’s me, haha I’ll let that sink in.
Back to Abraham, Abraham means the father of many,
He died at one hundred and seventy-five years old.
Now get this, Noah died at nine hundred and fifty,
According to my research, reaching almost a thousand years of living was more than possible during the times of Atlantis, now that’s old.
Wait, before you give up on me, hear me out, I’m just looking for answers,
If it makes you feel better, assume that I’m thinking out loud with a different perspective that was never told.
Now I’m warning you these next few lines are gonna either make you question some things,
Or view me as a crazy man expressing opinions that are bold.
We’ve (meaning humans) have been in contact with 3 different extra terrestrial species,
You don’t have to believe me, but
They’ve been here for at least two hundred and seventy million years,
Don’t ask me how I know, ask yourself, why is this information being controlled?
These are 3 groups that have been competing before earth, understand as below, so above and as above, so below.
One of these groups created the dinosaurs which was an eighty-five million year experiment,
They later allowed the meteor to hit the earth because it was time for a new project,
If you noticed the mammal species on earth flourished immediately after, this is something to know,
God is very much in the picture, if anything, this shows its true power and infinite structures of life.
This isn’t new, it’s been foretold.
Our bodies were celled, yes, humans are about forty thousand years of age and counting,
But our souls are directly from the source, God, and we are not the body but a soul,
Whom inhabits a body for a physical experience,
Call it a matrix, call it a game, call it a school, call it whatever you want but the reality is after physical existence, there’s another place we go.
Now this is what makes us special, why we have so much support and why earth is currently the center of attention,
Because after Atlantis fell, we were given only thirteen thousand years to be ready to shift into the fifth dimension.
It took Atlantis twenty plus thousands of years to reach such ascension,
Thus explaining abductions, one of the reasons is for comprehension,
They’re trying to understand how humans have the ability to ascend past their extension.
As I said before, darkness is a limit, hatred, envy, greed; these are doors blocking the light.
Boundaries blocking the acceptance of all is why many can’t see or experience the same visions.
I’m trying to provide knowledge to those with ignorance, so that we are all able to achieve our true potential,
This opportunity is monumental, don’t blow it by making cowardly decisions.
Let’s not forget to mention, many died for this,
Many lied for this, many put their goals aside for this.
Many hide from this, voices rise for this, so that all instead of few are able to revive and arrive in bliss.
If the sunrise is missed, I hope that the deprived survive the sunset and deny divide and apply divine inside for flight in sight of demise, a device structure to contrive a goodbye when the next opportunity scripts.
Is Arkyi the future me showing the past me Iykra so that I am able to connect the dots and unite all before the me now becomes apart of a myth?
Einstein said, “No problem can be solved by the same level of consciousness that created it.”
After researching, imagination activates the cognitive mind, an intuitive shift,
Asking myself questions, and using imagination presented me answers that demodulated ****.
Albert: “The only source of knowledge is experience.”
This is me using  knowledge to educate how to experience knowledge from  within for the times we get discombobulated and quit.
Derision about precision
Makes my poetry a mockery
My words fit somewhat nicely
But my meanings are lost like me

I can't tell where this is going
But I'll know where it is soon
It is long and it is hard
But I'm composing a new tune

A linear progression
Would warrant fewer questions
And it'd be like all my heroes
Instead of like all my best friend's

Favorite musical artists
And those are generally rappers
And I have rap in my heart
And that is what really matters

So my words have to fit nicely
But meanings are not as vital
People who get it might like me
And if not, there's always "life goals"

And other universal
Generic humor that pleases
But artwork takes something moral
And breaks it down into pieces

And sometimes it's like a sculpture
Or maybe more of a collage
Sometimes meaning's apparent
Other times it's a barrage

And it's hitting you all over
And you don't quite see the picture
But sometimes that brings us closer
Because life too is a mixture

Of things that don't fit nicely
And things that can hit you strongly
This poem's ordered but it might be
Something that you'll think of fondly
straightforward vs. confusing
Rotten Meat Aug 2015
Wonders why I can't sleep,
Till I realize they're just thoughts.
Many events, many happenings,
I can never seem to forget.
Good or bad, big or small,
They're still there:

What's tomorrow when its the same,
The same as the day before.
Nothing changed except for one,
My addiction is finally gone.
I feel proud because of that,
But that's all I'm ever proud of.

Why do people need friends,
When they pretend you're not there?
I grew up in a rude environment,
I thought everyone's like that.
Just another misconceptions,
But no, I'm just so used to it.

2:11 am,
I always slept at 4 or 5.
Over the summer I'm an owl,
Never waking up during the day.
Forced to swallow down food,
I end up skipping a whole meal.

I never felt so alone,
Why alone when you have voices?
They talk to you when you sleep,
They talk to you any day.
Unlike "human" friends around my circle,
They're just one of my ghost followers

I must sleep now,
Too many thoughts.
No wonder I'm so wide awake.
Hoping I'll make it alive another day,
Wanting to make it to my goals.
I'll climb the challenges by myself,
This is what I have to overcome.
But I'm also used it too.
I am paralysed by the fear...
it grips my heart and holds
,in a firm grasp,
either by that or the pain
that travels between my body
and my heart

I sit in the darkness of the new moon
gaze set on the evening star
blazing brightly on my cold
clammy skin

my eyelids are heavy
every second is a fluttering battle
to keep them locked on
to the destination

my muscles are tense
pulling tighter in the complete lack of control
they give in
I fall

my hand shoots to my side
and is not met with the usual
damp feel of
crimson moist
but they cup the places
where my body swells
caressing the skin
as if trying to gently locate this
searing dagger lodged in my insides

I saw a vision
depicting my thread
and where the fates
abruptly cut it
short
falling short from the goals I've set out to complete

I fear for leaving
this empty world
with
empty hands
and an
empty heart

I fear the black beyond,
unknown to this heart...
and all that lies within it's never
ending reach!!
I fear the ghost behind the veil
which is soon set out to be
me...

lay my stone in emerald
and write my name in diamond
but never let it fall upon me
never let it break my wings...

instead

let me swim the ocean blue
or soar through the sky
so that through the black beyond I know
my legacy, this empty shell I leave
will forever be free
jeffrey conyers Dec 2013
I was unskilled in kissing.
You taught me.
Made me see, what I was missing?

I was unskilled in loving.
You taught me more than just the physical.
You gave me lessons in the emotional.

My proficiency in many things was exposed.
All way down from my head to my toes.

I was unskilled with my hands.
You show me ways to use them to accomplish my goals.
And for that, I'm so thankful.

I was like many men when tested.
Afraid to admit I needed romantic lessons.
Just riding and going with the flow.
Then I met you and was exposed.
But you taught me.

You was so patience.
Which support that saying patience is a virtue.
Cause I was unskilled in loving.

Then again, one of us had to be the teacher.
And the other the pupil.
In this case, it was me.
Rachel Keyser Nov 2016
In 1972, the Fourth Dragon King of Bhutan created the concept of Gross National Happiness, a new index measuring different areas of life quality. He said, “the essence of the philosophy of Gross National Happiness is the peace and happiness of our people, and the security and sovereignty of the nation.”

The Dragon King was brave with his wisdom. He spoke the truth against the prevailing myth of our time. He dared to ask questions sage in their foundations. What does it mean to live a fulfilling life? What does a successful community look like? How do we answer these questions knowing what we know about our own humanity?

Asking those questions was like coming home again from the rain, and wondering why you had ever left. An act in response to the desperate yearning to be human. A truth so clear, it has been embraced by dozens of other countries.

But not by the United States of America. We are big, and we influence others, not the other way around. We are powerful, and everyone knows it. We are successful, and we know it.

We worship, and ask, and measure the things that matter.

As Adam Smith said, “No society can surely be flourishing and happy of which by far the greater part of the numbers are poor and miserable.”

We measure the things that matter.

What is the essence of the philosophy behind Gross National Product? In the words of Robert Kennedy, “It measures everything in short, except that which makes life worthwhile.”

We have defined success by that which we are able to hold in our hands. We have done so to our very core. We have done so to our most vulnerable. We have done so to our most educated.

In 2011, Amy Chua (the Tiger Mom), laid a truth so bare we could not look away. By her own admission, her tough tactics were simplified and misunderstood: “If I could push a magic button and choose either happiness or success for my children, I’d choose happiness in a second.”

The Tiger Mom would choose happiness for her children, and yet they still would not be successful.

We like to pretend that we don’t play this game, but she played so fervently, we could not look away. We like to pretend that perfect SAT scores, endless club affiliations, mastery of languages and instruments, athletic prowess, social grace, and an unwavering commitment to the community—that those things come naturally from the pursuit of a well-balanced, genuine teenage life. We like to pretend that we are not Excellent Sheep.

But we believe that we measure the things that matter.

From the Stanford-Binet IQ, to the Army Alpha Test, to the first ever SAT in 1926 we have used our creative engines to reduce our humanity to the likes of a No. 2 pencil. After the 1936 invention of the IBM 805—the first electronic test scanner—we would ever more become distinctive only in our conformity.

Uniform in our goals and our language, and everything else that comes in between. Echoed again and again, Bill & Melinda say, success in education is to obtain labor-market value. At least we’re honest about that. What other kinds of success could we imagine without other kinds of values? There is no magic button, there is only the stark white wall of reality that will hit you, hard, when you’re 16 or 18 or 22. And you better be prepared.

But did you know that statistically people are equally as happy one year after winning the lottery as they are one year after becoming paraplegic? Despite our 3lbs brains and large prefrontal cortexes, we are not good at imagining the conditions of our own contentment. We are only good at imagining the future of the stark white wall and the non-existence of the magic button.

Maybe, then, before we imagine anymore, we need to remember. To remember what it’s like to come home again from the rain, and wonder why you had ever left.  Maybe, then, we can finally be brave, and ask, like the Fourth Dragon King of Bhutan, What is the root of the root and the bud of the bud?

Maybe, then, we will measure the things that matter.

— The End —