when you change yourself for someone else
you do a disservice
to everyone who loves you for you
Be careful,
you harm Yourself too
it's hard being one person,
why be two?
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I couldn't walk a mile in your shoes
You have your struggles; I’ll walk beside
I couldn't walk a mile in your shoes
With you, I’ll walk a mile in mine
I couldn't walk a mile in your shoes
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what's the price of success
does it cost a fortune
does success mean money
who decides my success
can success look ugly
...
It's said the worst pain is death
Pain for who
You won't feel the pain
You live in memories
Your legacy doesn't stop then
You only truly die
When you've been forgotten.
roses are red
violets are blue
you can't speak on my life
unless you've moved a mile in my shoes
Do you ever see someone go back on their opinion
When someone says something else
They don't want to be different
There's power in opinion but more in influence
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"So conceited"
When you show self-love
Not "self-deprecating" when you show self-hate
Why are your true colors when you slip up
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The price of success
I might submit is sacrifice
What are you willing to lose
For what you're eager to gain
Doesn't have to mean giving up your life
...
We concentrate on the future
Seldom the present
That's why we miss the past
Period.
"Make sure you don't forget me."
One of my good friends said
As if, for some reason, they were solely a loose thread
I remember the people I spend time with
Who make moments feel timeless
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The power of the people is stronger than the people in power
That's why when people can't eat
Leaders who aren't leading are devoured
...
With a glass half full:
What transpires when you're too close to the fire?
The heat warms your body and keeps the cold from approaching
...
With a glass half empty:
What happens when you're standing too close to the fire
The heat gets too wild; smoke fills your lungs and starts burning your eyes
...
With a glass neither full nor empty:
The grease pops, cooking your next meal
The fire smokes and, in turn, repels mosquitos
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I've heard people saying to fake it until you make it
What about the people who made it n kept on pretending?
How long do they fake it for
When you keep it real, you get called fake for it
It's easy to say you'll do something knowing you won't
Piecing together words hoping you say what they want
People express their thoughts through their words and their poses
If you watch their body, you'll learn their mission.
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I came from a woman,
Just as you did.
My heart pumps blood,
Just as yours does.
Please don't kill me,
I'm human too.
Gil said the revolution won't be televised
I wondered why until I realized
You'll never see the hearts of men
The power pertaining to poetry is potent and present to people who appreciate it
My love for poetry focuses on words of wisdom to create it
If it's not words of wisdom
I'll quench my thirst with rhythm
That serves to feed us, our minds at least
...
Some things are meant to be closed
Windows, doors,
Toilet seats.
But a closed mind is a horrible thing
...
...
If every two weeks, I make less than 1000
Then my first paycheck goes towards the house
The second goes towards food and bills
Cutting close enough for me to cry when the milk spills
A voice for the voiceless staying silent is pointless like a broken pencil and dull knife
I don't see what the point is
Saying actions are louder than words doesn't make up for your silence
A chance to make a difference overlooked is a violence
A reactionary overlooks the cause when they learn an effect
You must look at the bigger picture and analyze the rest
You don't avoid studying, then get mad at the test
Or get angry at the closet when you don't know how to dress
You never realize what entertains you
Until you have a moment to sit in boredom
You never realize how fast time flew
Until you check the time, and the clock won't
Move
I never realized how cold it got
Until your body heat couldn't warm me
I always had fun with you
But I didn't know, without you, was this boring
I'm enjoying the weather
But I enjoy you much better
A letter from me to you
See you soon
I've had a long time
To learn many things
Through trials
I thought it would never end
Clouds are a hindrance
Sun via clouds
Letting light shine through
Moon through the shadows
Luna's light illuminates the darkness
Stars through clouds
Gifting us a glimpse of its beauty
Clouds concealed their powers revealed
Clouds bring rain
They damp the day
Clouds provide shade
Clouds conceal the moon, catering to our sleep
Can't count the stars, so we count the sheep
The distant friend I don't keep in touch with
I rarely talked to you
I know who you are
You know me
It's been a while since I reached out
I'm hoping we can turn things around
Walk along common ground
Maybe I could get to know you too
Maybe I’m too nervous to talk to you
If I got to know you
Maybe we'd have a lot in common
Maybe I’d learn something
Maybe you'd be good for me
I hope we're not better as distant friends
I want to be the best I can be
I want to dream so hard when other people lay on my pillow; it hurts
I want to work so hard that when other people are working, they feel idle
I want to live so hard that following my footsteps means putting in the work
I want to have a community so tight that it feels trible
I want to live a life where I don't say, "that's just how life goes."
I want to live for myself, not for survival.
...
...
While learning a new language, I’ve realized how easy it is for what you say to be lost in translation
The problem may not be that what you're saying is wrong
It may be that what I’m hearing is wrong
Maybe I haven't learned the words to understand you
...
have times when I don't belong
Times when I’m not so strong
I have times when I cry merely because of songs
I have times when I write my poems
I thrive off appreciation
And I smile when people know them
...
You don't know a person until they don't get what they want
It's their actual character who chooses how they respond
Entitlement says, "why don't you give me what's mine?"
Realism says, "give me some time."
And a good man probably sits there in silence, understanding, "I’m not owed what isn't mine."
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Clocks are good examples of a better way to spend your time.
The clock spends its time wisely
Never caught up over something silly
Idle hands make waste
Meanwhile, the clock keeps ticking
The arms keep spinning
Demonstrating the only way to live is to keep moving
Sometimes I sit and pay for better days.
I say pay instead of pray, for I’m invested in change
I've been tasked to be patient, a valid statement
But the action happens when you get tired of waiting
Fake it 'til you make it
Acting like I’m better than I am
Living like I got nun to lose
Void of a better plan
First stan lee, and then my father passed
The creator and my hero passed
To help me hide the fear, I tried laughter
With tears, because joy didn't come until after
...
Here for a good time, not a long time." is a poor mantra
But anything else is hoping you live long enough to live a good one.
...
She is humble, down to earth
We stumble. No, she's not perfect
But that's why she's my dream girl
Because she authentic
...
You lift everyone up
But who's there to lift you
You extend your hands to those in need
But when you're down, who's in reach
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There's no time in the future
Because it doesn't exist
It's the hope of what's to come
Hoping it does
There's no time like the present
Because the present you can change
There's no time to borrow
Do it today
There's no time tomorrow
not for a moment will i fake what i feel;
i care to be authentic and deal with the real
if imma be mad; it’s real anger
real danger; broken glass
if for only a moment i were to channel the wrath hell has
...
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some of us... are free spirits,
who let our inner selves roam freely
some of us are confined; if not by the world...
by us.
scared to let ourselves be ourselves
...
i understand being the pillar;
the constant need to be tough
but i don't mind being the butterfly
who's sensitive to the touch
while a solid foundation sets the tone for security
i'd rather walk through a park holding hands in vulnerability
i don't have a name
apparently you know me
i've been called many things
my name is not one of them.
...
...
i'm healing; though it's hard to tell
you can't see the bruising of my mental scars
i fear that time isn't healing; I'm simply inure to what I once couldn't stand
...
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is the highlight of your life that you merely survived?
i refuse to be joy-deprived
i'm glad you survived, but that's a given
i know you're alive, but are you living?
my credit card payed off,
i have no debt that I'm dumping
there's no loan to my name
i don't owe nobody nothing
...
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“where one door closes, another opens”
not always
though a closed door isn’t inherently bad.
we face quagmire when instead of looking for open doors,
we knock on the locked ones waiting for a different result.
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looking through my eyes like you're looking through a camera
would probably bring discomfort for the fact i'm outta focus
i suppose having the understanding that i cant see because of light
made me pay more attention when i had the sight
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you won’t see yourself when candid
all you see are distorted mirrors and cameras
You don’t believe compliments
you don’t know you’re heaven sent
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
it’s not your eyes, but mine, holding onto your beauty
perception is only your reflection of who you’d rather be
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