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I have comes to terms with the reality that is me and you,
And I know that reaching out is something that you are never going to do.
As much as I hate to admit it, I know that part of is done,
If you try too hard to gain
You will do nothing but lose
such grit will only lead to pain
accomplishing anything is nothing but a ruse
because in this cold world failure is all that will reign
No matter how many times I tell myself not to, I can't stop myself from watching it,
And everytime I do, I am always left feeling like my heart took a hit.
Once a perfectionist, always a perfectionist.
You see, for years, I was at this point where everything was an easy A.
I got all my assignments and I had the motivation to do them.
When did I get bad?
I remember elementary school,
Straight A’s,
Huddling in with my friends when its cold,
Building giant snowmen in the field,
We stumble, we fall and we get upWe don't beg, don't kneel and we stand upFailure will never be an optionLife is about struggling and taking actionWe are living in a world full of hypocrisy
Sometimes it's hard to admit it, but sometimes you need to accept defeat,
And that the future that you thought you were heading towards ends up not being so sweet.
Sometimes it's hard to admit it, but sometimes you need to accept defeat,
And that the future that you thought you were heading towards ends up not being so sweet.
It's so ironic how after heartbreak, a simple everyday item turns into the things that makes you fall apart,
And it doesn't take much for every little thing to remind me of you, even though you were the one who broke my heart.
If, for once, we could listen to the other and forget the erratic complaints we force out, I’d try not to sound so bleak.
We jump all over the place and never reach understanding.
SUCCESS
Success and failure are siblings of same goal, but what really diversify them is: Failure keeps
hold,
FAILURE
"Failure
is
imaginary, success is reality. Failure isn't created it always exists."
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COLOURS
Dear mr strive hard
Have you been losing your colours
Till you are now a shade of black
Are the forces nature acting on you
Tying you down in the blues
Dear mr mystery
I am your burden
The God you called out to that did not answer
They failed me for the final time
I came begging on my knees
Skin torn and bleeding
Having walked thousands and thousand of miles
The sky was blue,
Away from the shadow of gloomy clouds,
Oh so high, so high, my little kite flew.
dear college administrators, i am not your average students. I don’t get amazing, star high grades, i am sometimes not a good friend, i may only get a 3.0 gpa but i am not one thing. I am not a failure.
Inspiration can come in many ways,
The feel of a skateboard on gravel, or the sun as winter breaks.
It can come in the way of friends who encourage and uplift,
or parents and siblings who believe in you.
Star stricken goals sink defeat...
As one hopes to climb
As one hopes to fly
Just as I hope to flee from what is beneath
Lost in the abyss
Lost in the void
Just as I hope to flee from what is beneath
I sit alone on my dorm-room bed
Surrounded by these twinkle lights.
Passed my math test,
But feel like a failure.
I sit with my roommate on my dorm-room bed
Oh! With what unspeakable anguish
Do I regret the vocation
I came so close
And so oft to having
The sweet acclamation
That might have been mine.
Had I tried and failed,
It’s happening again,
Such unbearable pain,
And if my soul is crying
As my heart is breaking, then that’s fine…
I’ve let so many people down,
Lost so many beautiful opportunities,
Orpheus, guitar extraordinaire,
the King of Rock, and Apollo’s heir.
His music loved around the world,
though, he only cared for the love of one girl.
Darling Eurydice, the love of his life
Growing up,
We wanted to make our family proud.
Our teachers thrilled.
Our peers happy.
But growing up,
We always made our family shake their head in disappointment,
Our teachers in disapprovement,
Will you still be here, when my fingers fall to pieces?
Broken glass beneath my toes, a reminder of my own fate.
Will you still listen, when the words mean nothing?
I was terrified of failure
inadequacy
imperfection
The worst when I worked incredibly hard
What a waste of time
to fall just short of success
fighting writhing agony with
screaming voices in my head and
on and on throughout my day for
evermore they say that I can’t
measure up, and till i drop i’ll
What’s it to you friend
If I had known you when
we made some mistakes time and time again
So let me tell you what; let me implore you the lesson
I’m afraid to fail
Fight to feel success
Being measured on a scale
To determine who's the best
Choking under the pressure
Failure
F is to fall, straight into a vortex
A is for the grade that I might not get
I is to think about where I wanted to be
What is failure?
For me, failure is unhappiness.
I want to be successful with my education to form my future.
Will my future be filled with happiness?
Or will it be filled of missed opportunities and regret?
Opening my grades sucks the air out of my lungs.
My jaw tenses as I see the one grade that is lower than the rest.
What about med school? Grad school?
My mind is telling me that I failed, but...
Opening my grades sucks the air out of my lungs.
My jaw tenses as I see the one grade that is lower than the rest.
What about med school? Grad school?
My mind is telling me that I failed, but...
I am afraid of failing.
Failing.
The word alone is scary.
I'm afraid of failing in life.
Failing to do simple things
such as doing taxes, school, being an adult.
What else?
Success was a big word
That hung over my head like a cloud
And failure was its shadow
Dragging me deep underground
It was a spiked flower always growing
Intermission has failed me.
A trip wire was not part of my blocking-
It left me on my knees.
Broadway lights, turning off with a loud
Shunk
There's that one word...
It keeps me from succeeding...
Failure.
It's bound to happen,
So why try to be
Successful?
I do nothing
Because I won't win.
I miss chances
It never works,
And I'm an idiot for trying.
I feel like you've unpopped the corks,
'Cause I'm suddenly crying.
She grew up in a home
where every grade mattered,
where “A” stood for average,
and anything below 100%
was not good enough.
She grew up in a school
You weren’t there when I needed you.
Your selfish ways were rude.
Your priorities were skewed.
You manipulated me for your gain,
And you cared nothing about my pain.
But in your absence, I found my assets.
Where do you go when you have no one to turn to?
When the lines of love you had, you've simply burned through...
What do you do when hearts lie broken, shattered particals like sand...
Though it's hopeless,
still, I struggle,
though it's fruitless,
still, I toil,
The people laugh and say
"He keeps trying, though his soul is to pay"
Dangerous is the game I play
And deadly, as any can say
And yet, my soul is to pay
I've lost the game I played today,
Yet many enemies I did slay,
Dear Failure,
My precious frienemy who teaches me copious lessons and
A Force that pushes me to my lowest points,
Pain comes with each experience with you
But your lessons are the sweetest.
Dear Failure,
The constant fear
Of you looming over me;
The constant terror
Of the shame you will bring.
I am barred in the shackles
That bind me to this prison.
Dear Failure,
You do not define me.
I don’t care what you are or the power you have.
The pressure you give each and every day.
You may trigger fear of the future at every waking moment but
Failure,
I want to say thank you for always being there.
The fear of you keeps pushing me forward.
And even though I’ve fallen into your opens arms before,
Dear Failure,
Thank you
Thank you for the trials and hardship
that I tried so hard to skip
Thank you for the lessons
that gave me unworldly possenions
Thank you for the voice you chanted
Dear Failure,
Many say it is better to try and fail than to not try at all.
For so long, the fear has told me, "No."
"It is safer here."
"Where no one tells you no."
Wide-eyed, glassy stare
Dazed and confused
Reeling, recoiling
from possible
Impossibility
Windmills, grassy fields
Disappearing
Set upon in flames
from those leaders
Such phantoms
Accompany no one else
Such time is spent
In no other hell
The only light is a tiny spark
Behold; a writer in the dark
Trapped and wrought
In a cave so lonely
I was a man of industry
Wrought iron bars towards the distance
Eden was promising company
Reapers mowed through the gardens
Heavenly light begged for shadows
Peter sang out, "efficiency"
my day-dream dresses like you.
i just thought you ought to know;
nothing i am is true.
this stupid mask is all for show;
sometimes i can barely see through.
right now i can't even make the words flow,
Once upon a time,
Extraneous forces brought me
at a roundabout, for I was at an
impasse of life that I did not wish
to bring about on my own accord,
They say we only do drugs like we got no ambition,
We take it personal cause deep inside we're on a mission,
But people see only the worst like they got tunnel vision,
They make us look so pathetic as if we got no wisdom,
Whether it is sooner or later, people will reveal their true colors. Eventually, the sparkling gleam of fairytales and new beginnings fades into the dark enchanted woods of reality. Imperfections. Losses. Disappointments. Failures.
i close my eyessoftly, softly,softer this timemy dreams long goneleft me hereto diewith the echoesof a promisebut onlylies
the fear of failure
has always made me skirt its edge
where others have dove right in
I jump nimbly, to avoid the shining drops
On a stroll along the endless shore
By the tumbling tides that roar
With the golden sun sparkling at day
And silver moon shining over the bay
Enduring the scorching pebbles and sand
I wish to ask the gushing stream
Why fade thin into a foggy one
And vanish like a twilight dream
In the umbra of the sparkling sun
America the Great,
At least in theory.
America the Great,
Why are we so dreary?
America the Great,
Unemployment, welfare.
America the Great,
No politician could truly care.
Where has my strength gone?
I used to
I used to be so tough
Never sleeping and all
Wave by wave, I slipped up, grades sank
And now I sink too
Buoyancy, my old friend, is all I'm riding on
look; i'm so, so sorry
i thought i'd made you proud.
not annoyed, i'm full of misery.
because i stood out in a crowd.
wasn't normal, didn't fit in.
not in the future not even now.
I'm not the me I used to be
And this is not good news
Top of my class to barely making a C
I have the college blues
I'm not the daughter I used to be
I used to make them proud
Looking back at the year prior
Makes the road ahead seem daunting.
Taking apart the person I was,
The closest I can describe is passion.
A rekindling of a dying and tired flame, thus,
Even if I knew what to do,
What does this matter even mean to you?
Don't chastise me for what's been done.
If I recall correctly,
You didn't disagree.
Sure, the result wasn't favorable,
I spent the year in recovery
No, not from a drug-filled accident
But instead by love-filled precedent,
idealiogical, heaven-sent
Empathy was my violation
Agape, Philia, Philia
Trapped in a world in which I can not fly,
I struggle through the endless barriers that keep me here.
I fight and scream, but to no avail,
For my wings are clipped and bind.
Brother: Sister
was i never enough?
to keep you smiling
when things got tough?
Mother:Father
was i never enough?
no not good enough.
to feel you love
No one gets you.
No one wants to.
Why bother fighting,
When no one else is trying?
Everyone doubts you.
No one believes.
No one has faith,
That someday you'll succeed.
Somehow,I manage to get out of bed each and every day.I get up, get ready, and get to work.
Surprisingly,People look at me with admiration for this feat."How are you so motivated?" they ask.
My boat drifts away from the dock
I sit and watch my dreams die.
How do I say, “it is okay, you have a plan.”
You do have a plan, right?
The boat drifts to the horizon, my stomach drifts with it.
She wakes up to the cries of her hungry child.
Another night another hungry tummy experience.
She hobbles to her baby’s cot,
And feeds her from a dry breast,
Before taking a cup of dirty water,
When this started
It was fun
Or at least
Supposed to be
When this started
It was light-hearted
Or at least
Supposed to be
Can anyone love me?
Would anybody be willing to withstand
My horrible insecurity,
The side of me I hide?
Would you be willing to tell me
It will be alright,
When you know I don't believe you?
Flames burned through the night
They wouldn’t be put down without a fight.
Determination etched off each spark
Lighting up every inch of the dark.
the artist who drinks thier own blood,
is the first to taste the salt,
flavor to enhance the taste,
seasoning to please the guests,
our blackest paints add the deepests contast,
There is fear and there is comfort,
But sometimes comfort is intertwined with fear
Challenges
Succeeding is the comfort of warm lavender bubbles enveloping your curves
The simplicity of things have turned to dust,And all that's left are little specks,That you can't decipher.Making things harder than before.
You work and it's for nothing
You try and practice over and over
Loving the keyboard like a child
Touching it like a lover
And it rejects you
You spend hours trying to play
This life is so hard
This world kills me
God show me my heart
And where it’s supposed to be
You are my hiding place
The refuge from the storm
Every time I look at your face
I feel so empty
There is nothing inside
I feel so guilty
I have hurt my pride
I feel much sorrow
Not anger or hate
All for the greater good
The emotions ruining though my head are empty and deprived of every little breath of oxygen.
Like a prisoner trapped within a frozen den.
With the emptiness consuming my soul, predicting the very out come of my life.
Depression and I have been dating each other for five years. Depression was a lover that would convince me to bed earlier than anyone ever should. Depression kissed me on the first date, and I haven’t shaken my lover since.
Stayed up and studied all night, third week in a row.
Patiently waiting for my test grade, athough i already know.
Straigth A student since grade school, Nobody's better than me
Sitting in shipless sea
you wade and wait for me.
You wish I'd get in but
I wouldn't risk the tragedy
of a storm, to bear us back
to a foreign shore.
Alone, together,
with no hope for another.
Dropping cocktail names because they sound so sweet
Auntie's house last night too easy, score some at the meet
I remember altogether underneath the weather, hopes, dreams shining like sun beams. you know what it means I don’t and it seems So filled with passion and the will for action we thought for sure that you would have some traction.
Go on, do it
I dare you
Eliminate the innocence
Illuminate the sky
There’s no need for your presence?
I can assure you that’s a lie
How could this have happened? I invested my trust in you
These people be looking at me like I'm crazy
Like the shit I been doing ain't the right shit maybe
Maybe I'm loosing my mind
I haven't been feeling right lately
Like all these demons inside been tryna step out on me
I felt comfortable, still, and ready
While I sat with my mind set and steady.
The unexpected comfort I have found
sleeping on this furniture
my sister diagonal from me.
my mother parallel to me.
my pride inexistestent.
I do not complain because
it is either this couch or
The losses we feel
They overwhelm our very minds
They take our hopes and emotions
Dash them on the stones of reality
And laugh.
They laugh at our loss.
I smile in hope they will stop staring.
I smile in hope that they will see the beauty I see when I look in the mirror.
I smile in hope to make someone's day.
The path.
What path?
Which do you choose?
What if you change your mind?
Where do you go from there?
The never-ending road to death.
Mysterious, exciting,terrifying.
Copious ways to fail.
Again.
It came crashing down on my windowsil.
Raking, tapping, billowing.
It clouded my thoughts, yet cleared them too.
It reminded me of you.
I have seen my mother beaten, cursed, and mistreated.
I have heard the cries of my younger brothers. I have felt heartbreaking disappointment; and I have witnessed the effects of non spirituality.
You give me tears, you give me love, but there's more you do that lifts my heart, eve
I wear a mask, thick as leather
Beneah the seams fear keeps the mask together
No scars lie behind this invisible shield
A single word is all that's concealed
You were never the one who got tests
hung up on the fridge
and you never handled a ball well enough
to earn a trophy
or attention.
You were never your sister, who had
At some point in life I will fail
it could be a test that was just a mess
or a failed relationship that was a stress
or even a trial that I endured for a while
But I must confess pass or fail, I will fail
I get used to the feelingBut some people don'tThey get what they want so easilyAnd experience no bumpsI knew I wouldn't get itI still know why I tried
Befriended street lamps' static humTimed steps slashed through electric buzzFled from the dawn's grey stainchased night with anxious breath erupting
I exist, I’m alive,
My heart beats,
Thump Thump Thump,
But my arms, legs, neck,
Stiff.
My body’s moving,
But I’m not moving it.
My lung goes,
In, out, in, out,
I’m breathing,
I sit aloneon the ruins of human failure.On a stonemade of the promises broken.Feet underneath me,to stand would be impossible.I weep softlyon the ruins of human failure.
I lost that timeworn, white gold wedding band, the one that represented a broken purity that we as humans have destroyed.
I lost my stern father’s posh shutter lens FujiFilm and for a while we lost track of time between then and now.
on the outside looking in.
no sense of beginnings.
failing is constant.
looking up blind.
system cave in.
promise of forgiveness.
fate of distance.
fade to reality.
Patience is an elemental virtue,
Even as minds are writhing,
Mingling and beating together,
In a flawlessly mortal cadence,
Our bodies are entwined in a disconcerting dance,
I strive and strive to reach the top.
Never ever thinking to stop.
All I hear is “Go harder, Keep pushing!” and “Be number 1!”
But what if number 2 is all I got?
They claim words don’t hurt,
I will light the way
I will eventually burn out
But then it will have turned into day
And still nonsense you will spout
The mirror stands before me
after four years.
Finally I can rid myself
and make my skin clear.
Pop!
There goes my first "F."
I cringe and I make
noises not found on any clef.
The budding feeling in the fleshThe feeling of what's in the chestThe feeling you cannot beholdThe feeling that lingers and unfoldsThe transient feeling of the air
A day of this and nothing more,
that is all that I've to live for.
With my lover gone and dog long dead,
Days,
Weeks,
Months,
They pass.
And I wait.
I wait on you.
I wait on a FaceTime,
A call,
Some word.
But you don't call.
You don't FaceTime,
You send no word.
I am inadequate.
(is that an SAT word?)
adj. lacking the quality or quantity required; insufficient for a purpose
In a world chock full of Merit Scholars, and teenage charity founders, and tech wizards,
To those whom I have failed
For the three minutes I have
To speak words left unsaid
Forgotten
Then draped like a vestige
Each tree is a soldier lined up for war,
Motionless with its comrades,
Eyeing stumps of fallen friends.
Morituri te salutamus.
Dad carries the sparkling saw, its teeth
One person - that is All I am -
The Water welcomes me in
But I refuse to be Pulled under
Refuse - to be thought of as nothing
I may be One person -
I will go above the expectations - set for me
Watch it ease on up to ya,terrific slice of madness.Simple words,with deeper meaning,stretching for immaculacy,restless from blemish.
The best, no less.Give it all, or fall.
What is the price of failure?
How did it steal into the world?
What mark, what damage is dealt by its smack of discern?
Who's punishing us; mocking us with a cold stare of pale intent?
I look in the mirror
My smile fades
Disgust overwhelms me
As I go through each day
Why am I living?
Why am I here?
Just to disappoint
Living with fear
I'm never good enough
Failure makes you want to hide,
Never come out and die.
Failure feels like everyone's disappointed...
At you.
Failure makes the strong feel weak
and the brave scared.
But Failure isnt the end.
Falling short to achieve success
In all attempts to impress
Those you love.
I ruin the plans of others lives
So I wonder: “why am I alive?”
I’m what you call a “failure”,
There is this deepness,
Darknes,
Burning in me.
Begging me to give in.
Striving for approval,
Reaching for hope,
Wondering,
Waiting,
Just to be told.
You talk in such a droning voice,
I'm falling asleep, it's not my choice.
What you keep trying to teach me lacks logic,
and I'm learning nothing, isn't that ironic?
I hate myself and want to die
The chant in my head
As I try to work
Sunlight in the windows
But none of it falls inside
I hunch forward
My stomach clenches
I stare at my pencil
We have all had that one teacher,
The Boring one,
If education was a taste, they would be a rice cake.
The Strict one,
This person is the Sargeant of your class, and you are a private.
From time and time againyou proceed to statehow you expect more from me,how you expect me to reachsuch high expectations,and how you know that I havethat potential to do so.
Solid jaw, ridgeline held, promising
belief, factors controlling a fate future cannot withdraw
nervous attention strapped to a shivering last name
Attention. Right-Face. Parade-Rest.
Follow through.
I know I'm not stupid, I just seem to barely pass. It's not that I don't try, it's because I'm not Her, the one in my class. She is funny, hilarious in fact. I just sit in the corner, not knowing how to act. Her hair flows, skinny jeans show h
The Fear of Failure
You can do it, they all said
No one can get in the way of your success, they assured
Here is a list of resources to get you there, they gave
Failure is something everyone dreads of experiencing; however, it's just another thing that makes up our complex lives.I know I have failed at things I am not proud of but life will continue to proceed.There is, however, one incident of failure th
Class isn't Real. Nor are the Students.
Class isn't Real. Nor are the Books.
Class isn't Real. Nor are the Chalkboards.
All that is Real is failure.
Failure is Real. As is the Homework.
They tell us the truth will set you free,
So you should hear the truth from me,
That student sitting in the first row,
Who always seems to look and know,
So brace yourself,
Get ready dear,
You Wont remember me, I am just a check on your clipboard, a failure to ignore, a name to forget. The money is the reason you stay. Its fine by me, I mean its only my future at stake. Thats just it- iam a mistake. My troubles dont keep YOU awake.
I try so hard,
Yet you don't even see.
You call me a failure
Because I can't get above a C.
You say follow the directions.
As you sit back and lose interest,
the misconceptions of the task at hand leave us wondering,
How can we lead ourselves to victory when we have no guidence?
Stuck in this room like it's a jail.Trapped like prisoners
My hands are tied grasping the rail.
We aren't petitioners.
"Sometimes I always ask myself why.Was it after all worth it?
Life is so unfair
What you seek is not
What you get
So try your possible best
In order to acheive what you want
Because what you sow, is what you rip
life is like a long journey
numbness is what I feel most
when I am alone.
tears rarely streak
across the flecked cream of my shell in solitude
all the while
Little kids
with sticky hands,
rush toward their superman.
Begging for a taste,
begging to be set free.
A hero.
A leader.
Someone to look up to,
they stand above everything.
Up all night worried about this moment.
I just need to pass.
I stare at the students faces as the each get their paper back.
One by one relief, fear, stress
all fretting over this one measly test.
I am lost in a sea of unknown faces,
blurred and unimpressionable.
Blending into the class room walls.
Spending the school year doing nothing but filling in a desk,
and saying present when called upon.
Eyes met eyes walking by
Time that once raced, stood still
And if it still sped, care not did I
For the eyes that I met could kill
A voice rose up inside my throat
Not a word did I speak
Sometimes we give up, even without an endeavour,Convincing the soul we can’t win, hopeless.Well, that’s not the way it works my friend,You don't succeed if you don’t try,And you never win if you never lose. Success is tasteless, failures add the t
I approach poetry as a teenager approaching the first date,
as a 12th grader approaching the SATs,
as a spelling bee-er approaching a word she's never known
When you feel like giving up,
And you just want to die.
Remember all the people you love,
And who would want you to try.
When everything is going wrong,
And life seems like a sad song.
I reflect. I dream. I speak. I desire.
How does it even compare? A broken heart? A summer's day? They are all the same.
We wander. We drift. We run. We crave.
To fall and crash, to climb back up
Is what my sister did.
All throughout her high school years,
She was a faulty kid.
To sneak and lie and just mess up
Was her kind of thing.
I watch her closely--
As her smile broadens,
Her dark curls caress her blushing cheeks
And her eyes carefully roam beds of flowers.
She reaches down,
Plucks a handful of daisies,
The dewdrops in the morning seem to weep.
Such short lived beauty, so little to keep.
Such tranquility in a single drop,
Yet so small that it can't even be cropped.
The smell of 'nanas fill the air
I really just can't wait
The oven is so heated now
The bread is surely late
My patience is a'lowering
The smell is just too strong
I know it's all my fault, and I know I've made mistakes,
but talking me down and hating me now is making me feel afraid.
Afraid of my future and who I may be
afraid of failure and that I may never succeed.
I was looking to hit the big time Heading to Charlotte to make some cash Driving around in my Dodge Colt Vista, looking for work wherever I could find it A college graduate left completely broke and seemingly broken within Twenty minutes to 1 A.M.
Every day is Halloween.Put on my costume,Put on my face.Double check, Triple check to make sure I look happy.
What’s hard enough to chip a diamond?
I don’t know, but I’m pretty cracked.
Yet I have learned to refract
trials and tribulations
into ROY-G-BIV’s of hope and celebration.
The devil sits beside me,
undresses from his clothes
Says he wants to love me,
the only love I've ever known.
He kisses with his lips,
but doesn't mean it in his eyes
The only thing he loves
Don't you realize what this means?
a strand of hair on the head of the globe
a black pixel on a static screen
that's all you are and all you mean
But that was a feature in yesterday's paper
Happy moments I tend to despise because life isn't so easy and these are the tears I cry.
They say nothing lasts forever so why should my happiness, it'll just die.
(poems go here) Life’s bumpy roads and harsh realities
Are what brought me to the refuge of poetry.
A world where you have little money,
Where the lady on the news talks about a new murder every night
In this life we are all led by love; love from your parents and from their parents above. In this life we are all given some type of chance to revel in pomp or overcome circumstance. But in this life I do declare, many things are simply unfair.
My first day of School!
I write because Mommy said so.
My teacher is beautiful; I really hope she likes me.
I write because my cursive needs practice.
I need an A in English for my allowance.
oh lonely wolf,
your heart is crying out for help
and so you howl at the moon, venting a prayer full of angst
as you don't understand the ways of the heavens
so you howl even more in the mystic silence
In all the calculations
I haven’t really done,
I’ve come to realize that
In four years,
I’ve suffered from
The rocking of a coach buss that
Always made me nauseous
For enough time to
Fall to the floor on my knees metaphorically
I might disrespect someone
But
I ask this rhetorically:
What can you do
when you realize you need help
because you’re too weak to do anything yourself?
Heart thrumming
Blood pulsing
Mind racing
Thoughts raging
Demons pounding
At my door
Becoming one of them
Once more.
Failure comes as fast as it goes
Though no one knows
Flowing trials and tribulations
We learn from mistakes taken
As ones who awaken
While promises break in
Habits used to form a test.
People want to make you feel down.
They want to cause an embarrassment for yourself.
Lookin' like trash.
Make a pose.
A flash with confidence.
Don't get ahead of yourself
Where pride comes into play.
They say
A small stream carved
The Grand Canyon
Maybe that's why
I'm so afraid
of water
Crumble
(you're tired)
So scared and diminutive
she looked craddled in that corner...
completely unresponsive
with short quick spasms
to let us know she was still here.
this could have all been avoided of course,
A rock in a sea of pebbles,
freedom overthrown by rebels.
Living in a world that is our own,
Painted gold by traveling stone.
All that I own is my pig and my cart,
bringing out the forgotten art.
Our poor forsaken generation
Focus...focus....focus
Man if I don't blow this it's like I can't focus
Feeling like I'm choking....but I know if I'm not blowing this
Forgive me father for I have sinned
Repent both for the friend and foe
See the sorrow, the agony
Sought to aid the misfortunate
Diminished by bureaucracy
So fists to cuffs, the guns appear
A distant Utter; a mythical Stutter?
In Youth, is It serious truth?
Must be fictitious; It is never to be serious.
But Observe! Another undefined curve!
For Play or For Real? They May both Seal.
Hard work, time, skill,
There’s so much at risk
How to decide
What your priorities are.
Are they right?
Wrong?
How to continue
When you fail..
When you fall down
Hit the ground headfirst
Sometimes I feel lost in the dark
But I can hide it with a smile
And wait for the stars
Before reaching high
Challenges. My plans are like fogged glass
And nothing is new
i am starting today
not like before
i dare to be different
i believe in myself
and I will make it happen
today i started
today it happened
I am a charismatic girl, with big goals and aspirations
I wonder where I will be in about 5 years from now
I hear encouraging words from the angels watching over me in heaven
Just when you think you have it under control
It creeps up like a snake in the grass
Never becoming use to the pain that you get from it
but once it strikes
you know that you must move on
Just when you think you have it under control
It creeps up like a snake in the grass
Never becoming use to the pain that you get from it
but once it strikes
you know that you must move on
I love falling.
Tripping,
Aching,
Hurting my knees.
I love being hurt.
I adore the gnawing pain and heartache,
And I revel in the feeling of loss.
The words,
"No, you can't!"
I reached into the sky
But found nothing that I wanted.
I excavated the sea
Till I touched the bottom,
But found no rest for my desire
I walked along the earth,
Depleted, and alone,
Perhaps there was not enough effort
Perhaps there was not enough skill
Maybe there were too many mistakes
Maybe we ran the wrong drill
