Ha ha..I laugh.' For you will find 'you will be outmatched.)
By just the Aussies; mind.' Hoody and Topher Antic and
Rennick, Larter, Bos,i Hobart, Brighthope Nickolic its systemic.' Clair
Woodly and Iyah.' Yes the pressure builds higher.' Also I
Am against you.' In truth you'l become a no-show Max Igan
Another one having a go.' Even the white rabbit is poking fun..' Ian Pilmer is having none.' Johnny Stapleton either none.' of your lying.' Soon
The whole world 'will awaken' and your power will be taken'
You are a cowardly bully.' Big bad and bulky.' Big brother
You are fading.' You spawn of dark pagans, society is
Breaking; now all your instigating.' Evil will be turned back on to you.' This is inevitable, and its so true.'
Categories:
outmatched, appreciation, encouraging, endurance,
Form: Rhyme
Trump slyly picked Fox eye catchers
His heinous doctrine dispatchers
That from seed pods hatched!
Are we now outmatched
Invaded by body snatchers?
Categories:
outmatched, anxiety, confusion, dark, evil,
Form: Limerick
Bold King Leonidas and his band of brave men,
Marched forth to meet their fate at Thermopylae's glen.
The Persian army, vast and fierce,
Hailed arrows down with deadly pierce.
But Leonidas stood tall and firm,
A Spartan king with a heart that burned.
He fought with might and with great skill,
And led his men with iron will.
Their shields held strong against the foe,
As they struck back with a mighty blow.
For three long days they held the line,
Against the odds, they fought divine.
Though outnumbered and outmatched,
The Spartans fought with valour unmatched.
Their bravery and sacrifice,
Became a legend that would never die.
Categories:
outmatched, courage, history, inspiration, literature,
Form: Rhyme
Brisk the air, a fall breeze sways the tree on this new land.
Forest druids can be seen but be wary on approach.
Most of the land still stays unmanned.
Streams flow through the forest full of loach.
Elves guard the entrance of the misty woods, don't try to sneak in.
Head west and you will find the true horror wars can bring.
Orcs walk over corpses, goblins scavenging the battlefields pulling off skin.
The fairy folk tried to hold them off but lost their wings.
Cast down to the ground they were outmatched.
Retreat was inevitable, victory was already snatched.
A thousand years past, fairy folk extinct, it's the birth of man.
A new era was born, towns popped up, the land was untouched no more.
Guilds soon after, adventures were born, the land was changing to its core.
Before then let’s talk about the war.
This is the first entry to my high fantasy Chapbook I will be releasing later this year. All input is welcomed and helps.
Categories:
outmatched, fairy, fantasy, war,
Form: Free verse
A police station
which is heavily guarded
is robbed in the night.
Categories:
outmatched, irony,
Form: Senryu
Why do you go through the things you do?
Does some strange spirit have some claim on you?
It’s gotta be love
It’s gotta be love
How are you standing still on those coals?
Doesn’t the pain just burn through the soles?
It’s gotta be love
It’s gotta be love
A promise of gold at the end of the rainbow
A lighthouse’s glow in a deep, dark ocean
Must be somethin’ that keeps us sustained-o
That keeps our sad hearts full of devotion
Yeah, it’s gotta be love
How do you deal with that man of yours?
He’s got you black-and-blue on all fours –
It’s gotta be love
It’s gotta be love
And that leathery woman who whips you in black –
What stops you from taking your dignity back?
It’s gotta be love
We are so sad and so lost
But that’s the condition
Looking for suitable partners
in times of transition
Our theories outwitted,
our muscles outmatched in submission
That’s gotta be love
Why do you settle for that drunken louse,
Who keeps you chained up and tied to that house?
It’s gotta be love
It’s gotta be love
Baby, I miss those times that we had
What’s the secret to suffering through all the bad?
It’s gotta be love
Yes, indeed
Categories:
outmatched, absence, abuse, addiction, freedom,
Form: Lyric
Why should I be sympathetic apologetic
life eats at you if you let it
never forget it
forget where you came
sick of this mumble rap its hella lame
so what can you proclaim
displace
why should I listen if you have no taste
semidetached keep the lock on your mouth latched
one to run when you're outmatched
why should I bring my homie's
when all you have is weak lyrics you show me
conglobe lounging in a chair with a bathrobe
I have a ordinary abortion nearly outlook on life
simple question why kill a baby before his life lesson
were worried steadily hurried carried along
don't want to pay turn a girl to a mom anyway
child support lost fathers at court try to distort
these memories its like our babies sold separately
adoption agency that's a sad thing to see
thankful it did'nt happen to me
im having visionary illusionary thoughts
its scary people dying from blood clots
a tumor ignore a rumor if you don't the rumor
might happen sooner. -TA
Categories:
outmatched, anger, change, grief, surreal,
Form: Lyric
Lay on the fresh grass
Look up at the deep dark skies
The window to infinity
And gaze at the twinkling stars
As the world you know is cast into the shadows
One by one they slowly appear
A strong beacon of hope and light
At the darkest of times
But those celestial crystals never truly disappear
When the sun outshines them
Or the majestic clouds overshadow
They are only hidden, they still watch down on us from above
When we don't need them
We often forget them
But when the darkness threatens to envelope us whole
The stars are there to remind us of those lighter moments
And those memories in the darkness are enough to survive the night
Because the stars symbolize so much more than constellations
They symbolize hope, strength
And above all else a reliability only outmatched by the divine Himself.
Categories:
outmatched, hope, light, night, stars,
Form: Prose Poetry
I’m a pacifist to the morning sun
even though it pushes my limits.
A warring battle between us
since I was young.
The constant struggle for
supremacy; a never ending affair.
My allies bed, comforter and pillow
are the best soldiers always ready.
These warriors are true fighters
till the end.
My protectors against our foe’s
piercing light;they are outmatched
no matter their strength.
Forever my fated enemy till the rest of my days.
I promise you, sun! You cowardly swine! We’ll win against your rays!
Categories:
outmatched, morning, silly, sleep,
Form: I do not know?