Things happen for a reason

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Things happen for a reason
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Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there…to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be but you lock eyes with them, you know that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way.

And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would never realize your potential, strength, will power or heart.

Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of luck. Illness, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test limits of your soul.

Without these small tests, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless.

The people you meet affect your life. The successes and downfalls that you experience can create whom you are, and the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact they are probably the most poignant and important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart.

If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but also because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things. Make every day count. Appreciate everything that you possibly can, for you may never experience it again.

Talk to people whom you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high. Hold you head up because you have every right to.

Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don’t believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you. Create your own life and then go out and live it.

Get it over

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Elaina Cook
Get it over
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You don’t have to speak to tell me something
You don’t have to be ugly to scare me away
You don’t have to be mean to stab me in the back
You don’t have to be slick to be a slithering snake

I have to be stupid to believe your words
I had to be crazy to think you were different
I have to be insane to want you to want me
I had to be naive to believe your facade

We have to start talking to get over this
We have to start breathing to live again
We have to get over our stupid problems
We have to bring this darkness to its needed end

Before Old

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Ebony McMillan
Before Old
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Tryna Fake it
till I make it
standing here to make a show
to define you
and to study
just as far as you can go

do you seize me
how I like it
I’m so difficult
to read
like some paper
or a booklet
or a napkin
with a theme

here I’m standing
staring at you
looking at you
crossed the room
mopping floors
and changing pictures
if I kiss you
I will be doomed
won’t this happen
or I show it
I regret
all my mistakes
wanna study
wanna get it
just before
it’s just too late

now you’re leaving
I’m not leaving
staring at you
as you leave
one more shot
I don’t have shots
so now I stand here
watch me bleed
cause I need you
wanna meet you
wanna know you
wanna hold you
wanna stock you
wanna mock you
just before I get too old

now I’m washing
all the dishes
cleaning houses
cooking stoves
wish I moved
in your direction
now I got another load
much too laundry
much too cleaning
much too late to try again
when I see you
you’ll be taken
so I guess
me
you
just friends
I will harass you
and embrace you still
I’m slick I will get away
what I do
it might just harm you
I am sure I will get away

I am charming
I am evil
you know me
I don’t make sense
watch me
dancing
beneath roses
when I walk
behind your fence

yeah you see me
all around you
like a mellow
to a stove
why I tease you
with my clearance
now it’s me
and you alone

Am I crazy
you don’t get it
what my poets
don’t make sense
my names
ebony
mcmillan
I’m High maintenance
and intense

so define me
and come seize me
study lift
and over all
watch my safety tips
and safety net
cause one day I will fall

Angel of Hope

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Hergh Jackie
Angel of Hope
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I walk towards school and the sun every weekday
to look down to only see a shadow with angel wings ahead
it amazed me
to realize that death had followed me
the next day I did the same
realized that this angel of death and darkness
had giant BLACK wings
it saw me and flew into the sunlight
disappeared with such a sight
years later now Im in high school
this angel of death was now gray
that’s when I realize that this angel of darkness
had stayed in my shadows to this very day
not death or darkness but maybe my hopes
we the one who was really gray