I dread that day the 5th of May,
my loving partner passed away,
I find it hard that she has gone,
undeserved her death was wrong,
At 42 a life cut short,
I'de double that is what I thought,
She should have reached a ripe old age,
In her book i'de miss that page,
And add it to her younger days when life was dancing on the stage,
So why did she not have a say,
On when she'd reach her final day,
What made my lovers death so sad,
Was the cervical cancer that she had,
All you ladies take your smear,
Just missing one could cost you dear,
You lose the battle,
You lose what's you,
And your dignity,
You lose that too.
We might lose the battle
But we sure will win this war
The beacons might fail us
We will miss some or many targets
Yet we shall fight tooth and nail
Until all the defeats succumb to victory.
And even if we fall along the line ,
We died trying!!!
They stripped me down to find I've a Manticore
my spirit lives forever like I'm Santa Claus
a candle in the wind can always handle more
and though I lose the battle I command the war
Some people laugh.
Some people blame.
There are only few who understand.
Upon failure if we feel ashamed,
And just hide behind a curtain.
That's when we lose the battle and we derail.
Those who don't follow the trend,
Choose to be laughed at and fight back again.
They are seen crawling alone and yelling in pain.
Probably, they are the one's who create fame!
I choose to take the blame.
Coz it's a reminding flame.
I don't have to loose, I have to win the game.
HUNGER
Energy draining from me
like water washing thoughts
down the sidewalk.
The never, never world
of Alice in Wonderland
seemed real.
I stepped into the restaurant
like an ant about to lose the battle.
But after eating, I smiled
and forgot.
Life's true meaning
can only be appreciated
when your stomach is full.
Janet Marie Bingham
Mable relishes to read
She enjoys the mysteries
As few chapters are read
Every evening the same
The pages are so exciting
There is a lot of action
A real page turner
It keeps her interested
Her eyes get heavy
They are slowly closing
She wants to stay awake
Only to lose the battle
Then drifts into a sleep
Instead of reading
Fleeting Visions of how this life was supposed to be
Choke me into Another Year
Unrelenting Regrets heave against
my motivation
Cornering my Resolutions like a trapped animal
Struggling to survive my Intentions gasp for air
Cringing at my Decisions
My Desperation realizes
It is the victim of my Humanity
Soaring from the past old fears of some Insanity
A Coldness from the longest of winters
Touches my Soul with its fingertip
Impossible Conclusions draw tears upon my hope
Fighting Endlessly to lose the battle…the games go on
Survival is a must though its Reasons are scarce
Love is alive though its Innocence is dead
The game plan is a void of Worthless Opportunities
My body is a void of Useless Emotions
My Destiny suffers here on the battlefield
I am a victim
And I refuse to believe that
I can overcome the symptoms of PTSD
I realize that this may be a shock, but
I will heal my pain
Is a lie
My life is hopeless
In 30 years, I will tell my children that
I have my priorities straight because
Hatred
Is more important than
Love
I tell you this:
Once upon a time
I was strong
But this will not be true in my era
I am a failure
Experts tell me
I am unlovable
I do not conclude that
I will be loved
In the future,
I will lose the battle
No longer can it be said that
I am worthless
It is foolish to presume that
I am a survivor
And all of this will come true unless we reverse it.
(Now read the poem from the bottom to the top.)
Sew your lips or brave to speak
Keep your tried quiet and walk the creek
Understand not of all you see
Life is not it's own reality
Leave alone your bones behind
So you may too feel peace of mind
Only select few will see their own
Few will walk along others to steal a home
So many choices yet none are right
Often we all lose the battle of the night
Can you feel the void in the air
If you turn around nothing is there
Even though you know their hiding from your view
They await for you to give a a chance for them to get you
Yet if you go on your own way you death is in vain is anything but true
You try and try,
And never give up,
Even if you feel like dropping it,
You still lose the battle,
Holding on,
Staying strong,
People just let it go,
Losing the battle,
Might not be so bad,
Knowing you gave it your all,
Justify's what you have done,
That's just tossed in the clouds,
Losing the battle,
Isn't a big loss,
You gave it your best shot....
I fight inside myself
but I am a paper warrior
rock and scissors had their way with me
cut up to shreds and pulverized to bits
I fight inside myself
but always hold the white flag
crying as rockets fly around me in the night
helpless and under-skilled
I run serpentine and aimless
bullets in crossfire
I fall into a hole
mud sucks at my shoeless feet
I scratch as I am climbing
the enemy surrounds me
laughing at my plight
I fight inside myself
and always lose the battle
defeating both sides
in simultaneous seppuku
laying on the ground
swords of truth buried inside
disemboweled with head hung in shame
I lost at my own game
I fight inside myself
but I am a paper warrior
rock and scissors had their way with me
cut up to shreds and pulverized to bits
I’ve stood on your balcony beside your Bald Eagle.
Wolves prey on the lonely souls lost in the night.
I’ve seen your attraction to the dark side flowing.
You have no more room for regret and no more
ways to fill up your abundance.
I’ve stood on your ledge beside your hallowed
dungeon. The more I close in to the edge the
more I see the pain of falling. I will not reach for
your corrupted hand to pull me up and save me.
You have your way, I have mine.
I’ve stood on your citadel beside your house of
detention. Clearly you don’t feel the loss I feel
when you hang your hands out to dry in the rain.
It isn’t fair to lose the battle after the game is over.
I have good intentions, you do not.
I’ve stood on your reformatory beside the bed
where you weep. Times have changed and the
avenues driven are way too far to let go of pain.
Curiosity fumes at my brain while the wind blows
into the nothingness of my black hole.
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: April 25, 2016
what's a little bit of love from a big part of me
if it makes you smile for a while and you are digging my style
if i made your day better, then i will shower you with a love so unconditional
you make my day better everyday without even trying
open the home of your heart and let me show you how much it is appreciated
i will prepare your favorite dish....whatever it is that day
i will even attempt your favorite dessert
let's admire the view of the natural surroundings and converse until we lose the battle with sleep and nod off
as long as i am with you, the holiday will never end....even on workdays
i just want you to know each and everyday that you are appreciated
each morning i whisper a barely audible but exclamatory 'Thank You' in your ear
what you have come to mean to me is worth more than material beauty and the simple subject
your worth is what i admire and love about you most
please accept this plethora of love from little ole goofball me
reflections of her as i kiss the ceiling
i become lost in thoughts warm and maternal as the new spider in the corner wonders who i am
so many think i am strange in an isolated state now, but especially at this time
most try to see if my brain is actually an instrument of percussion, but i am way beyond the regulars' thought processes
i am seeing mirrors similar to childhood fun houses, but then i see her
the warm smile easily gives here away
i lose the battle of wits with my tears
she kept her promise and came for a visit
she opens her arms to me and welcomes me in with confirmation
i am that slightly spoiled boy again with my head on her right bosom
i tell her i miss her and i love her
i then ask her if we could, just her and me, to the beach one more time just for old times sake
she replies with a sad shake of her head and as she slowly fades away she whispers back to me....'TIME'
I'm the lyrical one and I have been for years
Ever outspoken the voice of my peers
Spit phrases that thrill when those lyrics I drop
I'm a lyrical legend and top of the shop
Well my words kinda flow from the pen to the page
In a lyrical battle as war I do wage
The intrigue they provoke is my only reward
For my pen is much mightier than any man's sword
I can use words as weapons slay all in my path
Or my words can can bring comfort the sweet aftermath
I'm the lyrical one it's a game that I play
And the lyrical master of all i survey
No need to be modest tis with no regrets
I process to be lyrically (as) good as it gets
And if you can freestyle and think on your feet
In a lyrical battle invite you to meet
As head-on you will face me but best you be sure
That if you lose the battle you can still win the war
For I must now inform and hope not to offend
I'm the lyrical one and will be 'til the end.
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