"obsticles" poems
Freshman year was
a time of change.
New school,
new faces,
new obsticles,
new feelings.
Freshman year was
6th hour math,
where I met you.
Freshman year was
a meeting,
a greeting,
a new start.
Sophomore year was
full of new feelings,
a new perspective.
Sophomore year was
a broken heart,
a disppointment.
Sophomore year was
experimentation,
a new feeling of love.
Sophomore year was
warm in your arms,
a safe haven with you.
Junior year is
scary,
a complete change.
Junior year is
mistakes made,
and loss of a loved one.
Junior year is
learning,
and forgiveness.
Junior year is
unsafe without you,
and a death sentence.
Senior year will be
terrifying,
choices that have to he made.
Senior year will be
breaking away from you,
taking the next step in our lives.
Our years together have and always will be
the best years
of my life.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
It comes and goes
sometimes overflows
but we need to cope
and keep it under our rope
once u see it
try to solve it
even if you are illiterate
or just avoid it
Help people with problems
without any startles
Remember problems are not obsticles
That will keep from reaching your dream
Learn from them
and gleam
between
the unforseen
Jul 2, 2010
Jul 2, 2010 at 11:57 PM UTC
3... 2... 1...
Life is fear.
It is our jobs to get over that fear.
As we raise our heads high like our spirits
And start taking steps,
You will get there.
Everyone is given a chance to get there,
Don't ignore it.
You don't have to master the step.
You just have to be apart of it.
I'll hold your hands through apart of it,
But you can't be afraid to walk alone sometimes.
There will be obsticles, you can get over them.
Nothing in this world, is going to tell you that you cannot live to be happy.
If anything is telling you that you are afraid to let go, it's lieing.
Prove your thoughts wrong, because one day you will get mind blown with happiness.
All those thoughts will leave you and you become you again.
All we have to do is take this step.
I'm stepping, are you coming with me?
We will find out, 1... 2... 3...
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
Each passing day is spent
With an early awakening
Followed by another morning realizing nothing fits right
And straight off towards the long right hallways
Clogged with moving obsticles on the racecourse for rushing from class to class
Blocks of time set aside to try to stay awake
A short break is offered at lunch where there is a quick relief
Then it's off to the mad races again
Shipped home I'm left grabbing quick food
and spending the hours that stretch into the night in solitude
Despite it all life seems great.
Friends accompany in the mad dashes, and offer much-needed laughs
But it's just a matter of time until something cracks
I can already feel the fissure forming on the fragile stone walls
The clock is slowly counting down to self distruct
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
The thought of you was pure and true
now that we met, my heart grew
thoughts of both inner and physical features
brings beauty upon all living creatures,
great or small..you surpass them all
my expectations have become exceeded..
I'll always protect you from being mistreated.
Your innocence runs through all of you, leaving me with more love in you,
my tears of sadness for your pain, you have so much more in this world to gain,
the day will come when you'll feel content and pleased, and each new step you will feel at ease to have another day ahead to grow, learn and become who you are meant to be,
until then we will patiently wait and we will see
the beautiful bird that will soon be free,
from all the pain and obsticles too,
my beautiful angel I have tremendous love for you.
Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 10:09 PM UTC
I do not want tomorrow to come
Today was bad
But tomorrow is going to be worse
Spilled cups of tea awaits me
Overboiled milk is just around the corner
Burnt eggs, papercuts, hitted pinky toes
All the small misfortunes
That make my life unbearable
One over another, One over another,
One over another,
Heavy piles of obsticles
Burden my shoulders
But all this is just in my head.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC
Those Giants seem so harmless now
They don't bother me any more
They used to be So scary
When they entered through my door.
Those Giants they were very strong
They could crush me with one hand
But when they see me falling
These days they help me stand.
One time I battled with Giants
They were far much bigger than me
Now they are very gentle
And they fill my heart with glee.
Have you ever battled with Giants
In there many shapes and forms
It's said they have always been there
From the day that we were born.
They say there are no Giants
Well not in a literal way
They come in the form of obsticles
And they are with us every day.
Giants they can be beaton
And we can bring them to there knees
And when they are defeated
They become as gentle as the breeze.
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
As i sit on the damp bank amongst the ivy that can’t help but tickle my ankles
I listen to the gurgling stream, and she says to me
“Life isn’t always as it seems, but if you look at everything with a positive mind-- obsticles become easier even if they seem impossible…”
And the trees wave me on..
Their support helps me breathe in ever so deeply..
I’m alive, i’m alive…
The bugs cheer me on to peddle faster and the wind is here to cool me off
And as i let out a big sigh,
I’m not ready to die,
I am spaceless, i am timeless,
I’m not ready to die
I’m not ready to die quite yet
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 3:44 AM UTC