deebeme
In a place like this,
where there is freedom, there is responsibility
freedom of speech
freedom to see and live and be
freedom to do what you want
with the added responsibility of being a good role model
so that as we exercise this age-old concept
we honour those who were here before
and leave a clear path for those to come
What is real?
I'm not sure
is the sky real? In all its glory and mystery, its blue glow drawing me to its familiarity, its warmth
days as beautiful as this make me question what truly is real and what is a dream
what is a nightmare
what is a vision
what is right and what is wrong
what is up
where is down
when did this get here
who am I
why is this sky blue?
does anyone really know?
I don't choose who I am
I can't
It's impossible
I can choose my friends, my classes, what I eat, what I wear, where I go, who I hang out with
but I most certainly can't and won't choose or change who I am, who I love and where my choices will take me
What will you choose?
Wow. This is a powerful word. I first saw it and I wasn't even sure what to write. I'm not good with writing without brainstorming. This sucks.
I have writers' block.
I wasn't lost
I had everything I needed
I knew who I was
I knew where I was
but I didn't know where I was going
I still don't
But some day I'll have something to guide me to my destiny
a golden compass
and I won't be scared of being forgotten
I cannot cry for me.
I cannot cry for you either.
Tears are too heavy a burden for either of us to bear.
Instead, I write, and somehow
the weight is lifted;
my heart feels lighter;
and I do not need to cry anymore.
I promise to be different. I promise I will make a change
I promise I will be the one who never stays the same
I promise I can make you laugh, but I can't promise I won't cry
when comes the time for me to promise the day we say goodbye