defeat
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When you lose
Remember
There will be another blessed day
There will be another play
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(New poem, but old frustration... to anybody who can suggest
I could never come to terms with how
you viewed me.
You’re so pretty.
You’re so capable.
You have so much potential.
You said that to me the other day.
You lay there depleted, all hope diminished.
Your goal in sight, never to be finished.
Alone with not a single savior,
Is the everlasting sense of failure
Dearest Doubt,
I hope you are doing well.
I say that only because it is impolite to write a letter without proper introduction.
What I mean to say is this:
You have followed me my entire life,
From this decrepit window
I see the clouds flash brilliance
Orange and purple and pink,
Colors so foreign to this tiny room,
Colors that make you think
From this sorry window
He was a child when he figured out his life plan.
Heartbreaker.
Maybe he know his future occupation would consist of broken
Tears seamlessly
Streaming
Please forgive me for what I have done,
This weight on my chest weighs a ton.
The life I have I fearfully regret,
But what I've done I'll never forget.
My arms are scarred here and there,
There's an intangible outside force that consumes me.
It's dark, fierce, and rugged.
I become enveloped by it, wrapped in its jaws, as I aimlessly fall into its deep, boundless abyss.
My life.
At this point it seems as if everyone around me has raced ahead
And I am left coughing in the clouds of dust left in their wake
As I either slowly inch my way forward
Dragging my body across the track
When words become inexplicable
And the intangible void
Begins to tear,
A silent mourning
Comes to rest within
The heart
Except, suddenly, this silence
Is the only noise
Can’t you hear the crowd roaring?
Cheers all around stacked with the hoots for the girls,
The dew-covered grass early in the morning,
You're so pretty!
Your face is beat!
Oh my God! You're hilarious!
I love compliments. Conceited much?
No. I'm quite Precarious.
Every right is also wrong,
every road is hard and long.
Nothing ever has an end,
it simply twists and snares and bends.
Axe and mattock, hammer and horn
Along by many a pike was borne
The Spaniard at the head of the row
Looked back to check the men in tow
And seeing a hardened, flustered platoon
We watch this time go by
And maybe we grow
All we can do is sigh
And say, "Where did the day go?"
The Clock goes tick-tock-tick
And it just makes us sick
The way it perseveres
I discover myself contemplating my being
as I linger in an abyss of corruption.
Hiding from the mournfulness that intimidates me as I sleep.
I was never cherished, I was no favorite of anything.
I step out on to this court
With my head high and my chest out
Because I'm better than you
I can tell just by the way you walk
You can’t guard me
Because I'm better than you
I know you’re scared
I don’t believe in love.
Well, I’ve never been in love.
See, generally Love implies that two people care for each other unconditionally.
Alone, we wonder through thick of night,
Stumbling through the under brush that binds our ankles.
The journey is too much for the body, emotions, and spirit.
A heavy groaning escapes the lips,
Alas! What a troublesome sight this night is,
Your silhouette on the wall I idolize,
As you dance to and fro, mocking me so,
Picture yourself being on top of the world, winning every battle that has come to you with quick in easy fashion. Now with all that glory and fame you are defeated by someone who now has your spot, glory, and fame. What do you have in mind now?
It pulled me in like a siren
It crashed into me like head on collision
on the highway of life
I was hooked
It became my forbidden fruit
Never leave my side and never let me go.
And I promise I'll do the same for you, as long as your love shows.
Yes, I believe I belong here.
Yes I want to stay in your heart, if I may.
(1) Wings that soar, (2) Wings colored with beauty, (3) Wings so delicate, so fragile. (4) Wind blows setting the wings off course, (5) The wings try to fight the wind, (6) But the gentle wings lose the bat
Bring out the blades, we're ready to go
in the night, in the day, in the storm
the enemy is all around, his darkness masked as light
you'll see him only if you look,
just like the Father, bright
