Short Outweighing Poems
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Everyday is a battleground, I fight for every breath,
struggling to keep the pain of life from outweighing the finality of death.
I Run; Panting; Rushing to be on time.
My cart's wheel screaming clicketty clack
Hurrying through darkened city streets and alleys.
Gnawing Hunger outweighing my fear of red-eyed rats
as scents of tonight's meal fills the midnight garbage bins.
eventually, you have to give back
for something that you took
when you're totaling up the ledger
numbers in your account book
the columns are too long
no mathematical symmetry
debits outweighing credits
if you took more than you need
I'm not saying
I didn't see you flinch
I'm not saying
you weren't there in a pinch
I'm not saying
you didn't budge an inch
all I'm saying
is it shouldn't end like this
Monotonous repetition
“I want, I want”
The faces begin to blur
Features eventually disappear
Their voices, now a constant buzz
Outweighing his thoughts
The only other sound he hears is the ever slowing ticks of time,
Inescapable.
His life has become
A faded numbness,
A passionless spiral of motions
Tick, tick.
What lies beneath his sullen shell?
Tattered camo memories
or the loss of a love true?
She wonders, sitting in the corner booth.
one too many times
one too many times
you have stepped on my feet
stabbed me in the back
and made me out to be the fool that i am not
two too many times
two too many times
you have made me cry
made my head hurt with thoughts of your lies
now i feel like the idiot that i wasn't born to be
three too many times
three too many times
you have made my soul wished that i had never met you
now all i have is bad thoughts outweighing the good
Say whatever you want to say,
Explaining how you feel inside;
X-rated rants, that make men hide
Underneath the covers all day.
A bone shaking, back breaking stay,
Luring me to your trap, when wide,
Instantly making my pen glide,
Zestfully, where ever it may.
Appealing to body and soul,
This activity brings us joy.
Instincts begin to play their role,
Outweighing the need to be coy.
Near the end, I reveal my goal,
Savoring the skill of my ploy.
Tonight red will hit floor, the soul will become one with the wind, The silent screams will halt and become the thank god of everyone around.
Tonight your wish will be granted and the ashes will soon turn to the hour glass, fading away will be the memory of all this figment of imagination has been
Stuck for eternity in the fire outweighing the everlasting hurricane called thought. The voice has already disappeared. Soon of her existence the world will be cured