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They are the voices you hear in the morning
And the last you hear at night
No matter where you are they are always in your heart
Like they say, home is where the heart is but that’s wrong
My home is my family which is where my heart is every day
Live, laugh, love, they are the ones
Who brought out those feelings
Letting you discover it in you
My family how much I love them? So much.
Because of them I learnt the meaning of life,
The meaning of cherish
Thank you for making me who I am today.
Friend, boyfriend, girlfriend—
They all end with the word “end.”
But family ends with “i-l-y” which stands for I love you.
Family is what teaches you how
To find forgiveness in each other,
Pride, integrity, compassion, faith,
And most importantly, love.
Family is where the heart is.
So tell me this
If I am green
And you are blue
Is the world black and white
Is there gray
Are the lines blurred
Is turquoise the nightmare of your fantasy dreams
If you could see beneath my green facade
Would you be appalled by what you find
A heart not of green nor blue
Simply put you are not me and I am not you
Blue is to green like birds are to bats
They both sail the sea of the sky
They both live
But all you see are feathers and skin
All you see is green and blue
Green is a colour too
Can you not see how blue, green and turquoise
Are all very alike
If I am grass and you are the ocean
We must not forget about the turquoise sky
Not all blindly be water
For I fear we would all drown in the oceans of blue
never simply pretty
When I was young I asked my mother,
"Will I be pretty?" "Will I be pretty?"
Because there is a question that invites all of us
Through the ripples of family and the tides
—Or perhaps more like tsunamis—of the media.
"Will I be loved? Or will I be wanted?"
And you know what my mother told me?
"Yes, yes, you will one day be pretty."
And when puberty smacked down,
Hit my skin, covered in acne,
I started gaining weight and losing it
By more than just exercise
But this is not about me.
This is about the teenage girls
Who wander through store after store
Looking for the perfect dress
But they haven't an idea how to wear joy.
This is about the people stumbling through
This tornado we call life confined in their narrow minds, Never deciphering how to wear satisfaction.
This is about the child I will have one day.
This is about the day when my 13-year old daughter
Comes up to me and asks, "Will I be pretty?"
To which I will bluntly say, "No."
"You might be pretty smart or pretty athletic or
Pretty wonderful or even pretty creative
But darling, you will never be simply pretty."
living as one
The world is crumbling
People are stumbling, fumbling, tumbling
Watching their deepest desires melt into
A sea of never going to happen
Their broken hearts bleed the blues
Staining the water with hopelessness and sorrow
They look up to us hoping to find a brighter tomorrow
But they don’t realize we’re running out of time
We’re starting to lose rhyme
The clock of yesterday has caught up
With the shadows of tomorrow
They live in a world where happiness is only to borrow
They have to give it back
It expires and turns cold
Breaks apart becomes old
Spinning round and round
On the everlasting journey of their ambition
Creating a new sunrise, their mission
Smiles thrown as if it was a ball
Bouncing to anyone at all
Enlightened hearts sing profound melodies
Retelling tales of those who could imagine
The world dark, duller
Splashing hopes to bring in colour
But the tears of the future are falling
Calling out to whoever will stay silent
Enough to hear them pound the pavement
With a thump, thump, thump
The raindrops of their depression
Fall into a perfect sync with their happy heartbeats
Leaving the impression that no matter where you are in life
Enthusiastic, sad, tiresome, glad
We are all living
if i were up at a pulpit
If I were up at a pulpit, just saying whatever I wanted to
I wouldn’t tell you lies but rather the truth
What I want, what I know, what I believe
Namely, I wouldn’t tell you to hope
For your prince charming to take you away on his stead
But rather to hope you can make a
Difference In your own life
And in the lives of the people around you
And to hope you get what is coming to you, no surprises
On that pulpit I wouldn’t tell you to find world peace
Or solve world hunger but rather make peace where you are
And solve the problems that bother you
I wouldn’t tell you to be fearless and show only courage
But I would instead tell you to be smart in what you fear
And be courageous for a purpose
I wouldn’t tell you to be a saint
And show mercy wherever you walk to everyone
But rather be the friend that select people
Can count on for moral support
I would not tell you to obey the law, do good or be just
But rather satisfy your curiosity, and try new things
That your government’s laws might not accept
Because they haven’t tried it
I would not tell you to strive and obtain
Your goals and learn good morals
But instead I’d tell you to try your hardest no matter what
And defy what others tell you is right or wrong
But this is all if I was up at a pulpit
I’m just trying to be honest, telling you the truth
Just telling you what I want, what I know, what I believe
But that is only if I was up at a pulpit
this is me
As meaningless as paper to throw out
Or meaningless they said as a crowd
Not enough definition
What more do you want me to define?
This is me
This is mine
Maybe not as good as she
Maybe not as good as you see
You’re not going anywhere
But I don’t want to be over there
So they kept me there to hide
Those countless nights of prayers?
That the crowd wouldn’t trade me
Soon enough I had gotten the help I needed
Weeks after I got through
It was completed
They come back saying
“I was always here”
But I see that
The amount of truth you have
Is so sheer
what i value the most
In my life I used to think
I could only trust me
I don’t recommend it
It can get lonely
All those days you spend alone
Just throwing away your phone
Those cold nights on the floor
And yes I’ve been there before
So one day I asked
What do I value the most
Not those materialistic things
That society brings
Tricking us with their ways
Foolin' us like we’re crazed
I’m done with that phase
I’m not longer their slave
No longer ashamed
The only thing I need
Is my family and friends
Something I do recommend
Cuz they’ll help you to the end
Making you stronger
Making you prouder
Shaking you from being paralyzed
Awaken you from all the lies
And help you realize
The real you, you are inside
in times of trouble
Hope. It’s a small world but it’s huge in meaning.
Hope. It’s the building of a mountain,
It’s the growth of a flower.
Hope. It’s the inspiration for tomorrow,
It’s the force that keeps us going in times of trouble.
Hope. It’s the white of the black.
Hope. It’s a clear path through the mud.
Hope. It’s reaching up and grasping positivity.
It’s throwing down negativity.
Hope. It’s universally in every culture, every human.
Hope. It’s what every child, teen, adult and senior can have.
Hope. It’s seeking the truth of the lies.
Hope. It’s the trunk for the tree.
When you think it can’t get any worse,
There is always hope.
It’s water. It will always be there.
Just find it. It’s free!
because we are
who we are
We all remember those wonderful kindergarten years,
When our imagination stretched across the equator,
And when our dreams were bigger than the universe.
The only things that we worried about,
Were the crayons in our pencil cases
and the stuffed animals on our beds.
I grew up in a small neighbourhood,
And I came home every day to a loving family.
Growing up in elementary school,
I soon realized that short kids
Weren’t passed to in basketball games.
I was taunted and teased day after wretched day
About my height,
And how I will never shoot a 3-pointer.
They were wrong.
I realized that if you weren’t in the cool group,
Nah, you were never invited to the sleepovers.
They way you think, look and what you wear,
Define who you are!
And not by whom you really are inside.
And keep in mind,
That these are 10, 11, and 12 year olds,
Trying to fit in by changing themselves,
To feel accepted into a society
That is made up of people just like them.
Because the last thing that came to my mind at night,
Before the clutches of my dreams pulled me down,
Was I wondered what was wrong with me.
The mouths of society have such a big impact on a child’s life,
That being their real selves is the last thing
That crosses their minds.
And when I did what I wanted to do,
And when I followed what I believed,
I can still hear those whispers behind my back.
Scarring my heart to this day.
What I’m really trying to say is that no matter
How hard life and society hits you in the stomach,
By staying true to yourself and being yourself,
You will always come out of this on top.
Realizing that you sure are grateful for who you really are.
All of us are different, unique, and special
In our own little way,
Because we are who we are.
always be okay
One day I found myself unexpectedly thrown into a deep dark hole with rats constantly nipping at my sides. My mind said there is no exit, but my heart knew what with an entrance there was to be an escape… right? Everything will be okay, my mother would say. Everything will always be okay, I found myself repeating day in and day out. Finally I saw my escape. I held on and made my way out. Just as I thought it was over it knocked me down and punched and kicked me, until it thought I could never walk again, but to its surprise I stood and did I ever stand tall. I walked away with a limp and some scars but I walked. Never to look back except for a split second where I saw what I was and what I have become. What didn’t kill me really did make me stronger. I smiled and continued my journey. Knowing full well that everything is and forever will be okay.
the essence of life
Family is the essence of life
The food for heads and souls
It brightens my day and guides me
On the darkest moments.
Walking the distance without my family is hard and long
But miles would feel like a beautiful summer walk
When Mom or Dad hold my hand
I treasure my family in my mind and heart
And I pray not to be apart
My mom’s heart holds my world, beats inside my chest
And bleeds if I’m hurt.
My father’s hands shovel my pain, lift my spirit
And give me strength.
My young homie with his smiling face looks up to me
And to show how much I mean to him he’d bravely say
“I love you more than all my toys.”
Keep my family safe and forever and ever,
Keep them there for me.
me? little fish?
Broad blue Bohai Seas was my cradle
For some reason, in my hometown
Life was hard to handle
Everything seemed to be falling down
Change; need a change
With deciding to go away
I know my thought would never sway
If you ask me who I am
A little fish from sea
I would say
It took me days to reach the Pacific Ocean
Fortunately I got a ship ride form some making
Since then, my new journey is on the way
Vast dark blue Pacific Ocean is my second-home
Blending in the society is my main life rhythm
I seek every chance
Not even miss a glance
As the king of forest, lion, looking for prey
But, I am not—I am not a king in the Sea
To disguise myself as one, one of them
Mask is my necessary accessory
Make-up is a magic key
Under others’ roof
Whatever they say must be right without proof
If you ask me who I am
Merely a little fish at sea
I will say
I start asking
“Is life here easier to handle?”
No, I need a candle
To sting the darkness
Suddenly I realize
The candle is me
I am the candle
Beyond my mental range
Only myself can make a change
I grow up
You asked me who I was
“I hope I am a little fish”
Little fish is with family, living
Little keeps eyes open, sleeping
Little fish just owns a memory of 20 seconds
That’s all they have
That’s their whole world
I am the little fish.
i have one
They say family is always there for you;
Hungry? Mom turns on the oven;
Thirsty? Dad squeezes a lemon;
Tired? A freshly made bed ready to snug;
Perspired? Hot water fills the tub.
But what kind of family lies to your face?
Takes all your money, runs away,
Leaving you to chase them;
Family is supposed to embrace you,
With open arms, a caring heart,
And an open state of mind;
Family is supposed to accept you
For who you are
Not for what you aren’t
So why is it that my dad isn’t around,
guilts for love and lies to my mom;
Who calls me a monster for having other beliefs;
Or that my brother says I was found behind a dumpster,
As if the person who threw me away missed?
What kind of family is that?
I suppose I have none,
Which makes me an orphan;
But in the end, when I’m hungry,
My mom cooks my favourite dish;
Or when I’m thirsty my dad makes lemonade;
When I’m stuck, my sister helps me with my homework;
And when I’m bored, my brother takes me for a ride.
What family do I have?
I have one.
And that, in itself, if pretty special.
a life worth living
Life is extremely short. Old age isn’t guaranteed. Everything will get destroyed; Me, you, this school. We might as well make the best out of our time here. This life is yours. It’s about you. No one can live it except for you. Don’t waste time on anyone or anything that keeps you away from happiness.
Life is unfair. Us humans are brutal, cruel, rude. People will stomp over you, they’ll criticize you, judge you and more. We need to learn to move on. It’s hard to get over something. It’s the past and “you can either learn from it or run from it.”
People can lead us to having bad days, weeks, months, years and more. But a bad day or week or year doesn’t mean a bad life. It’s about how you handle it. I’m here to tell you that it does get better. I promise it does. And you need to be alive to see it.
Do not end your life. Having a bad time? Note that date down. Wipe away your tears and decide to change your outlook on everything. From now on, take every opportunity you get to be happy or to make others happy. Change yourself in a positive way. A year from now, you’ll be saying, “Wow, I cannot believe I have experienced these wonderful feelings. I went out of my comfort zone and now I’m feel like I’m on top of the world.” All that wouldn’t have happened if you chose to end your life a year back. There are many dangers in life, but it sure is beautiful. And if your life didn’t have ups and downs, you’d be dead. Even an electrocardiograph works that way. I have seen the best of you, and the worst of you, and I choose both.
Like Sarah K said, don’t be a worrier, be a warrier. Try to make each day count. We need to make a change. How do we do that? Contribution. “Be the change you wish to see in the world.” Imagine yourself making the world a better place by simply erasing some bad habits and staying positive. Yes, you can do that. You’re not worthless. You have something in you that will benefit everybody. Put it to use. So what if you’re only one person? You can change and affect the lives around you. Everybody comes into contact with many different people a day. It’s the little things that affect the world the most from a single person’s viewpoint. Look for and find the things in life that you can help others with and then find a way to offer your help. You can help someone battling depression, smile at a stranger, help the poor and more. The possibilities are endless. It can happen. Put yourself out there and work hard. See how useful you are? You’re important.
If you truly want something, and decide to make a change; the whole universe will try to get you what you desire. You’ll start with small steps and work your way there. But start today. Don’t procrastinate.
Whatever you are going to change, whether it’s the world, yourself, your outlook—don’t give up. Fall down, get back up. Things will get better. Try, try, try again.
Faith will be there when you need it most
Faith will be there as the holy ghost
Faith will be there to pick you up
Faith will be there just to say ’ssup?
Faith will be there when you’re sick
Faith will be there through the ick
Faith will be there in times of trouble
Faith will be there when you stumble
Faith will be there when you cry
Faith will be there when you die
Faith will be there as your friend
Faith will be there at your end
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