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10/4/21
It all started with one, now I need at least two
This is just the preview
People only there when they need you
Fast to deceive you
Such actions are see-through
I took off on a ski-doo
In the air debris flew
Rent and another payment soon to be due
In Australia near an area full of Emu
A secret message was written in Hebrew
As time courses
There'll always be opposing forces
Over anything, such as resources
As well as horses
Don't get it twisted and distorted
Either unbiased, against it or all for it
While in orbit
They stick with it or eventually forfeit
Hardy har har
I always party hard
People trying to have a heart to heart
Quitting is the hardest part
Don't let the darkness start
Most of the time I isolate
Never do I await
And embrace what is so called 'my fate'
Got to pave my own way, often my eyes dilate
Still humans continuing to violate
The one to annihilate
Another species, permanently impacting survival rate
You name it the time and place
I'll be there, ready to work and in a good mind state
Even when I'm hungover, I'm just over all the lies and hate
Rarely ever sober, at night I often lie awake
All this damage
As time continually passes
It's of no advantage
Among the masses
Getting difficult to manage
Fogging up my glasses
Nearby the grasses
Far too many obsessed with the upper class and status
It's bat s***
Like the life of an addict
I got to watch out for any toxic gases
Can't think or move at the speed of molasses
Meanwhile in the sky occasional flashes
In the end ashes to ashes
Do you know how I feel inside?
I feel alive,
I’m feeling emotions that made me hide,
living like I’d died, experience was denied.
But this is round two and Ive dealt with that before,
well I didn’t deal with it I just fell to the floor,
turned sore and felt the force of the war.
Now, I know that tactic doesn’t work,
it just drives you berserk,
so this time I’ll work through the hurt,
stick with it, endure and not desert effort.
I’m all or nothing, go or stop,
it’s all I’ve been, it's all I've got,
now it stops!
I lack patience, that’s why I became a patient,
so this time I’ll be in control and pace it,
play through the phases, adapt and change places,
marathons and sprint races, prepare for all cases.
It’s called evolution,
I won’t go back to depression,
I’m out for a solution!
Son, back when I was your age,
I wish I'd had "The Talk".
Sure, some folks might have tried
but they weren't convincing I guess.
I wish someone had made me see
that my life was my own to master ~
that I was the artist, mighty and accountable.
Instead at your age, with bated breath, I waited.
I waited to grow up, anxious to be my own boss.
Eventually the time came when I'd grown up
and soon found myself dazed and ill-prepared.
You see... when you're young, time seems to go so slow.
Trust me, it's only an illusion.
Time is your most precious commodity.
Pinpoint what you value most and hold on tight.
Have a dream and follow through.
Be strong. Be just. And be committed.
Before you know, responsibilities will assail you,
pulling you in every direction if you're not steadfast.
Don't expect it to be easy, or expect handouts from anyone.
Expect to sweat for everything you get.
Your future is not chance, it's your responsibility.
Design for yourself the best life you can possibly imagine.
Work for it. Make adjustments along the way.
But stick with it and make your dreams come true.
This is my gift to you: the power of knowing early that
you and only you hold the key to how happy you can be.
AP: 2nd place 2025
Submitted on August 1, 2025 for contest POETRY MARATHON MILE 1 sponsored by MARK TONEY - RANKED 7TH
Inside my head,
trapped,
the door is held by lock and chain...
Entertained with the insane
and the deranged.
This endeavor has been a long campaign.
Tears are my rain
and I can't get it outta my brain...
It runs through every vein...
Makes me overthink and over-explain,
I guess I stick with it,
cause I know the terrain.
Some sense of familiar domain
and for me, it's easy to obtain.
So forever, here,
I will remain.
Any attempt to escape is done in vain.
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It Figures...
I'm my own worst enemy,
can't get out of my head...
my worst fear is being dead,
because if there isn't anything after, ill just be trapped inside instead... eternity,
fighting the other me,
but perfectly matched so a winner will never be...
good thing I made my mind a labyrinth, filled with many rooms all filled with different things, distractions, memories, monsters, dreams.
It'll be hell from time to time,
but finding a little bit of heaven in a shoebox tucked away in a safe place.
Do you know how hard it is to hide from yourself?