Hands Down Unto the Floor

Opening the Drawer Letting out my there's-my-phone Roar Destined to live life to the fullest Relevant determination of the writer flows in my good blood Envy not, competition - so be it Amphibious animals corner me as if I'm victim to these predators of the deep river-forest Message to all the readers - my fiction writing comes in handy in my verses...my imaginary takes the best of me sometimes...a target of fantasy in a nightmare of reality Thrown to the Floor Worthless...priceless - not Anymore Here's an ajar Door There's some awesome merchandise in this Store How is it like to have the spotlight? Aflame by the pangs of your passion Nailed to the wall...mark on me like your bulletin board Do accomplish all your goals involving you and I...check it off every time; if you fail to do something, don't childishly cry Say, there is always tomorrow and yesterday is in the back burner I'm the paper that you Tore Wanting your attention much More Taken as an interesting Bore But you, I still admire and Adore Dangerously participating in trash talk...knowing that love is on my side - say what? Over-excited, but nervous about publishing this 101st poem online...but I'll do it anyways, despite my doubts and silent wars thereof Wishing you were here with me someday...so I can show you that I care for you, no matter what shade you are - red or blue...doesn't matter much to me if only you knew Nevermind...I don't want to cause drama and be crowned as King of Kaotic Katastrophe Soar with me in blue-green Sky Seas For you and I are meant to be as one at ease Galore glory we will feast on for the rest of our wealthy lives Pouring sun has made happy almost all husbands and wives Undo the aftershocks of my yesterday's demise Never, ever tell me, in your eyes, that I am wise True in some sense...but I am a gullible individual Oh, for your information, I'm caught in between the temporary good and evil dual Poor as poor can be in reality and my dreams as rich as rich can be Wore off all of my clothes...sorry... It just hit me to the Core It doesn't help when I hear your negativity, as loud as a Snore Tranquil remedies heal my wounds and scars Help from God is satisfaction beyond all-aspects bars Empty be, but soon to be whole again...maybe... Craving a Smore But my heart did Swore That my silhouetted sorrow will not be a Downpour Please forgive me for being a player...I'll change my ways, though change is a challenging chore Fangs protrude from the lion's mouth as he devours the innocent, feeble sheep Like that victim of the predator of the wild prairie, I am a languishing weakling On and on, I venture off into vacant, tattered-and-torn villages On and on, I venture off into unique nature for about a few ages Rummaging for remaining hope in my cellar of sanity...somewhere in the ground I reckon... Washed ashore Like a shell of the sea...as radiant and peaceful...the opposite of video games full of Violence and Gore I am a little, insignificant Lore I am a modern-day tale from ancient history - centuries ago, years ago, yonder yore Ignore the ignorant Score...you humbled the arrogance like a comparison of an elephant's size to an ant's size...now, that's magnificently brilliant Really looking forward to the future eagerly... Elevate my spirits of once lost hopes And I will boost up my confident joy and faith towards You from Most High Little on, you were belittled by Giants...I understand how it feels to be judged by appearance and size - don't let it get to you and fight with your might or let it all go in tragedy in reverse verse I see the battle between peace and war in my illuminated cranium and it's hard to explain it in details - speechlessly, in awe...is this bad or good? I don't know what to expect in the afterlife all the way, but we'll know somehow, someday To be honest, writing this was rather a difficult challenge from the beginning to the end... Yes, this is the last line and yes, I am an accomplished poet with incomplete progress more or less...eye must confess...