Some people never see the dream
(They are Wanderers)
Some people see it but never follow it on their own
(they are followers)
Some people see the bream and follow it
(they are achievers)
Some people see the dream,and follow it, and help others to see it
(they are leaders).
This poem was written/submitted by Sharva Stephenson.

I got dreams bigger then these and they coincide with the lives of others.
I make sure I don’t falter those plans in my head and make it happen.
For when it does happen I’ll be one happy camper and my dreams will be the dreams of many children who have none.
It’ll be the dream that he [...]

She walks through life without a care.
The girl with the strawberry hair.
She glides on top of the world.
The girl with the strawberry curls.
She’s every boy’s dream.
Sweet as cherries and ice cream.
Pretty as flowers in spring.
She makes all the guys’ hearts sing.
This poem was written/submitted by Lamar Cole.

I wish i can fly,
Than maybe i would be left alone
Alone and set free,
Free to do whatever i like and be me,
I wish i can speak my mind,
Than maybe i wont be that stressful,
Unhappy, worried, and alone,
I wish i can face my fears,
Than maybe i wont be afraid,
Than i can tell you how much [...]

I wish i had a joint to call my own
the one I can think about when im in the zone
I wish I had a billion in the bank
and a car full of gas pass a half of tank
I wish I had niggas I could trust through thick n thin
but if I trust everybody there’s no [...]

I need no imagination
Cause it’s all here
Right here
Right now
When I need it.
The wings of an angel
The magic of our dreams
Fantasy animals
And wishes coming true.
On this ground
Under, above this sky.
All around us.
The love
And the family
And the friends
The girls
and the guys.
All the imagination we need
All the imagination we have
All the imagination
So fake
So real
So confusing
So it’s blowing my [...]

When i was a kid my dream was to become a pilot.
I grew a little more and wanted to become a police woman.
When i grew up to become a bigger kid my dream was an artist.
I grew up more and wanted to become a writer.
I grew up more and wanted to become designer.
I finally grew [...]

When I smell you,
you are so fresh,
When i see you,
you bring happiness and sadness,
and romance into the picture,
But yet I look at you,
and feel sad,
wondering why I can’t
feel or look as pretty as
you do, when people say your
ugly or you smell bad,
You stand tall and don’t fall,
I wish I was you for a day
to see [...]

‘Twas in the prime of summer-time
An evening calm and cool,
And four-and-twenty happy boys
Came bounding out of school:
There were some that ran and some that leapt,
Like troutlets in a pool.
Away they sped with gamesome minds,
And souls untouched by sin;
To a level mead they came, and there
They drave the wickets in:
Pleasantly shone the setting sun
Over the town [...]

COUNT these reminiscences like money.
The Greeks had their picnics under another name.
The Romans wore glad rags and told their neighbors, “What of it?”
The Carlovingians hauling logs on carts, they too
Stuck their noses in the air and stuck their thumbs to their noses
And tasted life as a symphonic dream of fresh eggs broken over a frying [...]