WARRIOR
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I dreamt I had a daughter.So pale and fragile she cameInto this world fighting.And with her tiny fist wrapped aroundMy pinkie finger,I could tell she would fight to stay in it.
I am a warrior.
A warrior of blood and bone.
A warrior of heart and tears.
A warrior.
A warrior who cries so many tears that she competes with rivers.
It took me too long to realize,
too late in my life to learn
why my heart is so fickle,
why my heart is so rash,
so melancholy
or boisterous,
so timid yet unapologetically loud.
You came just as the curtains were closing
When everyone left
And it was just me alone with the darkness
That's clawed hands started reaching down my throat
Affliction is my life sentence
for all the broken homes
lost souls who alone roam
it's an epidemic
I’ve been sent to represent it
what debts they let weigh
upon the young man
Little one, tire no more
Sing the song of war
Command the hounds at your feet
Soft eyes, cry and cry
This disease can come out of nowhere, and can try to take everything from you.
It is understandable to cry and to think about why this had to happen to you.
An untamable spirit, fierce, full of love.
As dangerous as a hurricane, more calming than a dove.
Some claim she’s a warrior, retaining belligerence.
Athena is the queen
Aphrodite is next in throne
With them in our rule
We accept more, love more
We know more, fight better
Our nation is powerful and true
We are warrior of a nonexistent war
If the truth is coming outThen I’ll always love youHow could I run away from youWith your eyes like diamondsAnd how could I stay with youWith your voice as gentle as a chainsawYou pulled me in
Chin up soldier
For love is war
Because our hearts and mind can not align
Is this what we need?
Love is war
I am not a virgin, but I am still pure.
I am not a warrior, still, I'm fighting a war.
Ink against white paper, stained and beautiful.
I am an outsider but my heart is still full.
Dear Blue,
The look in her eyes shows the pain
The smile she puts up is just a phase
She has been living in such a daze.
Plays pretend with reality
I am am a warrior who never stops fighting I am a proud Mexican female who is not afraid to show her roots I am courageous and piercing despite my accent
Look,
there’s a reason they call us
“survivors” and “warriors.”
We wake up in the middle of the night,
eyes staring into the glow-in-the-dark stars we pasted long ago
and weep.
Be a warrior
Before you give up, first, reach for the star
You're already a survivor
You know that you've gone this far
There are mountains to climb
There are rivers to cross
I watched her,
I watched her fingers untangle
from the struggling grip of my hands.
I watched her eyes grow in hate and sorrow
from the shattering promises
The wind refuses to blow when he breathes and he doesn't make a sound when he moves.
i am a warrior of love.
i administer hope and hurt in equal quantities
and i receive them tenfold.
with double-headed arrow i charge into the open night,
I say a prayer for the departing warrior,
Departing for lands whose soil is littered with landmines,
To fight a war he doesn’t understand,
To possibly die in a country he couldn’t care less about
Trying to be a voice to the voiceless while I'm still trying to find my own,
trying to give words to the speechless yet still trying to set the tone,
quiet but still outspoken, cracked but still unbroken,
"The Fated Flower
The Final breath
Understand,
A fate called death
The gentle lion
The loyal horse
May have seen,
Who is this in the mirror that I see
‘tis I in the mirror, ‘tis me.
Define this person,
this person that I see.
Well do you see the warrior,
the fearless man that you are?
However, on land, meager men
of might remain (to the most of my mere knowledge)
who, after boldly battling brawling beasts and
daring dangerous deeds, would be doubly daring when
Craeated by love ending in divorce, the warrior starts his uphill battle.
Used by someone he trusted and abused by someone he didn't know, yet the warrior carries on.
I am Lucas.
Yet people insist that I am someone named "Hannah",
Someone that is no longer me.
I am male.
Yet people insist that I am female
A killer of beasts
Thats what I am.
A soldier of God.
He has chosen me
to destroy the Evil.
All of the weak;
a suffering man.
the devil persists,
but I am to protect
who am I?
I dont know exactly, I know who I want to be
some will say im selfish, ignorant, mean, and evil
some may say im sweet, loving, caring, and thoughtful
I would say im a informed warrior , warrior is me..
It’s a Monday morning, and I am fed up.
My teacher babbles on and on
in his nasally, monotone voice,
versing the same damn elementary rhetoric
I have heard all my life.
He presents Grade Point Average
Every scar is a reason,
A reason to hold,
A reason to love...
Let me hold you in my arms tonight,
Showing you that I can see the beauty through the beast,
Who can you tell
Who can you trust
In a world full of emptiness and lust
Will they ever love you
Will they ever understand
Coming from a world with no helping hand
How can they see
they never even noticed
the redness in her eyes
they never even noticed
the signs that everyday she cried
they never even noticed
because they never even cared
enough of your comfortand poetry about innocence
my scars are not an invitationfor you to kiss my wrists
and how dare you try to make me feellike my wars weren’t realdid not exist
one, moment that changed our lives.
as you told me the news
Holding my hand
Two seconds for it to sink in
I let the tears fall
three days before you left
walking away from us leaving
The Warrior is Strong & Brave
They’re fearless with courage
Strengthen by Love
Fight till the end
Or Fight till their last
Determined Warrior
Pelted by deadlines
Mauled by knowledge
Held accountable for so many
Do you hear them?
The warriors of this age
who don't beat their chests and tattoo their faces
who don't fight off the bad guys and save all the good guys.
These are the true warriors
It was only a time to
The fallen tribe
But I,
I lost so much.
The string that first unraveled
it all began a few years ago,
My eyes were opened, now i cant let it go.
It's my mom
she is the REAL bread winner in the fam
its a shame what she has for as a man
she works and works and nothing pays off
Within all of us lies some ounce of darkness
A beast, just waiting to be released
It seems white and pure and with a gleaming sword
With the power and the strength to unleash,
On outsiders, its owner, or even itself.
I choose my words because of their freedom
the freedom they fought for
they fought for me.
I, too, am a warrior
my weapons are my words.
They are sharp and shocking, smooth and soothing.
Let's say you know what you want,
let's just pretend for a minute,
every desire need and dream you want,
would you be willing to win it?
Put up a fight, one where most would quit?
He departed his wife with sorrow in his soul
for he knew that he had to go
the journey that he had to make
to see if he could finally wake
He traveled long and far from home
Death he is a warrior,
charging head-on men of great strength and valor.
Death he is a coward,
Reaping youth of no accomplishment or stature.
From milk to yogurt it went,
Doubling the traps everyday,
Like rat trapped in the edge
Wishing to be somewhere else;
Becoming an ocean of tears
Where a little hole in the wall
Gets smaller every second
The rain is pouring and my heart is drowning
But it struggles and fights to learn to swim;
Bending its shape to its wet surroundings
It reaches an isolated shore,
And once again it morphs to be able to breathe,
