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The Kind of PersonWhat kind of person would I be,
If I let others get the best of me?
My happiness above all is my proudest possession,
But is often the target of others' obsession.
I know deep down if my feelings do hide,
Manipulative people will take me for a ride.
So I stand tall, stand strong, and proud,
Voicing my concerns and criticisms aloud.
Someone who is heard is often the most free,
And that is the kind of person I want to be.
Thoughts: These Strange TimesStrange times we live in,
When water costs more than gasoline and yet people only complain about the latter;
While overseas it's a different story.
Yet here we live in communities where the only thing we have in common is garbage day,
A day dedicated to removing waste and refuse from our lives.
While overseas again, there's no such thing as wasting;
And in communities, the culture is almost as celebrated as life itself.
It goes to show that happiness is only relative to where you stand.
HistoryI'm just shy of 17.
I don't know what I'm doing tomorrow,
Let alone, for the rest of my days.
But that doesn't bother me.
What does bother me,
Is thinking about time.
The most valuable resource.
Because I know that what I experience now,
Will never repeat itself,
I will never live this again,
And even though,
The next generation will live it;
Will they care?
Will it be the same?
Of the many fears I have in life,
Dying, being not particularly high on that list,
I fear most of all, being forgotten.
No, not me being forgotten.
My time being forgotten.
I study History,
Study it hard,
Not out of some desire over,
Bloody battles, many lost lives.
But out of respect,
For all those who fall into those categories.
So I sit here to think,
When my time has passed,
And it's time for someone else,
Just shy of 17,
To look back on what happened now.
Will they care?
And will it be the same?
Amazing.I remember a small town.
All sixty-four seasons spent.
Among the lives of many others.
I was nurtured and I grew.
Upon leaving, I saw a world.
One I never could've imagined.
I was timid at first, learning anew.
A life I dreamt, but never felt.
My life crossed with others, not all the same.
I grew once more, into something new.
Something better, something amazing.
Met others I only dreamed about.
Friends, happiness, a clique and love.
I feel like I am someone now, someone amazing.
With all roads and possibilities laid out in front of me.
A whole new life to live.
Though, I know deep down, that life before,
Those roots I once had, that small town;
Though it may still be where I reside.
Are nothing compared to what I have now.
No matter what days I feel otherwise,
No matter when I try to look back.
I know that I am me. I am in the now and
I am amazing.
ReflectionA mirror stands,
Perfect at all parallels,
Empathizing with whoever it meets.
Its glare traces softly,
Every inch of a figure,
Yet it makes them hesitant.
Maybe as paranoia,
One within those who on look,
Too big, too small, too unlikeable.
Other times as a caution,
Handled carefully to avoid imperfections,
As if bad luck is a thing to be had.
Lastly as a world,
One beyond our own,
Avoidance of what is not known about it.
Despite it all,
Deep admiration is had,
For whomever its hazy eyes see.
Yet it is only capable of showing back,
What has been shown to it,
Nothing more, nothing new.
Its life and purpose,
Seem all laid out,
I am a mirror.
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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