As I stared into the mirror,
my tears reminded me of my beautiful heart.
That was swept away by the deep meaning
of love,
under the woman's sinful unearthed life.
No one came to rescue my thoughts that were on display
to a broken face,
while my heart burned from walking through the flames
when you left me with a sad goodbye.
If I deleted my existence with a single shot,
would that make the message so loud and clear?
My mind made up; the situation is critical.
My eyes began to close as I applied some pressure.
Click! I wonder beyond myself as to what happened.
To know your life was over, but the gun jammed
set my eyes to relax as they hit the floor,
laid there motionless; I really can't take no more.
But then a cold breeze flowed through my body
as I asked for help.
Then my guardian angel supplying me with help and wisdom.
The angel said, "BE AN ANGEL FOR THE KIDS OF TOMORROW INSTEAD OF BEING GONE FROM SORROW!"
The flames from my heart began to marinate with happiness
and I became.
music casts my soul free
like a bird seeing through a colored 'glass tree'...
leaves of all colors and notes of all sorts
be as life 'be in trees' from jazz to symphony...
len
evolve-loose-shuns (differences)
answer-
i state there be a good ant-sir.....
wrt what ants-swear....on
what ants-wear-sir
len
I do not understand superior characteristic of a leader.
Leading to toxicity and becoming a trend in a workplace,
Those who are in higher positions are unapologetic
As if they are always right to give their stands and there is no room for others to interfere.
Workers in lower level tends to endure all the negative words and inhumane treatment,
Thinking that earning is more important than pride,
Without knowing that they become so immune
Tormenting themselves to survive.
Practicality holds them tight,
Putting in to their mind that it is really alright.
As if they have no voice to speak it out
Because at the end of the day they are just common employees who leash out.
Meanwhile the superior ones become much more mighty,
Knowing that they can maneuver someone’s supposed to be legacy
Without minding the effect,
That can result someone to give up.
There should have a balance,
Being superior should not be normalized.
I silent them all, in sweet confusion...
Without any form of agitation
That could promote tough sensitive violence,
Cum the targeted aim via annoyance.
I brief them all into falling failure,
That keeps degrading their young minds pleasure,
Without possible mastery of goodwill,
Cum troubling care dreaming to stand there, still.
I cut them all off in near distance hot form,
That seems weak to get back on... or transform
Another chance to hook up lovely plan
Without letting go ease, till peace be ban.
I keep up with writing to make hints; fresh...
Cum wandering war receding to refresh.
Mighty winds that blow
The challenge in force
Cold winds that control
Stance in being bold
Surviving any winter winds
Keep warm layered up
Reinforce the winds from entering through the body
Wind blow fight
Push while maneuvering through the wind flow
Winds blowing in all directions
The feel of winds blowing everywhere sensations
Surviving is one thing, and being victorious is another
Winter winds will do
No matter what, it becomes a determined pursue
Can’t and won’t stop
The breakthrough all you can
Onward against the winds tunnel threshold
It’s a person of movement in action, and being bold in doing it
Wind survival is the key, beating the strong breezes that blow
Surviving puts you in the know
It’s lonelier to grieve.
Because I knew you.
Because I loved you.
Because I still do.
And now I carry that love
Like a body that won’t stop breathing.
I cry for the life you didn’t live.
For the mornings you missed.
For the years I still imagine even though
I know better.
I cry because I saw you becoming
And then I saw you stop.
I drown in thought.
Not memory
That would mean you were here.
I drown in the future I built around you.
The one you never asked for
But I gave you anyway.
You were supposed to stay.
You were supposed to grow old.
I grieve the man you never got to be.
The one I still talk to in my head when I’m scared
Or tired
Or pretending I’m fine.
I grieve the version of me
Who would’ve loved you longer.
Who would’ve learned how to forgive you for leaving.
I hate the silence. It sounds like you.
I hate the quiet. It feels like you.
I hate the way I still wait for something
that isn’t coming.
You are gone.
But you are everywhere.
In the things I can’t say.
In the breath I hold.
In the way I keep living
Like it means something.
~~~
Always remember to pack the essentials,
Bat, Bottle, Bag, Boots,
Cut down anyone who tries to get in the way,
Don't look them in the eye, it only makes it harder,
Enemy, everyone is the enemy, yes, even them,
Find what you can, anything, you'll need it later,
Get up, you don't have time to rest, not yet,
How have you survived this long?
Imagine a better world, running water, safety,
Jokes are the only thing keeping you going,
Kill or be killed, even when its all over,
Like an animal, lose yourself in the fray,
Most of them aren't even people anymore,
Notice how they don't look you in the eye,
Only you are left, Only you can rescue them,
Persevere, soon it'll all be back to normal.
Quick, you have to run, to escape,
Run, run, doesn't matter to where or why,
Stop and you are dead, run, run,
Today is the day, its all over, you can't escape-
Unless you remember the ABCs,
Very good, recall everything I've taught you,
When the end finally comes and its all over,
Xenial little thing you are, listening to me.
You will be safe from the onslaught,
Zealot of the new world order.
first my skin melted
then my muscles and bones
as I sat in the hot sun
writing these poems
I should have moved sooner
this thought wiped my smile
my bodily suit was a goner
on the ground in a pile
Surviving This Thing Called Life
Anxiety coils in my chest,
A tightness I can’t name,
Whispers of doubt,
Cold fingers tracing my every breath.
Fear crouches at my doorstep,
A shadow that never leaves
It waits, it listens,
It tells me I am not enough.
Worries like a river,
Constant, unyielding,
Carrying me to shores
I never meant to reach.
I try to trust the world,
But the echoes of betrayal
Ring in my ears,
Each step a question,
Each smile a mask.
I am trying
Trying to find the balance
Between hope and survival,
Between wanting more
And fearing the worst.
I wake each day
And hold on to the smallest things:
A breath, a moment of calm,
A laugh that breaks through the fog.
I remind myself
I have survived this far,
With trembling hands
And a heart that still beats.
I am learning
That it is okay to be afraid,
That even the fiercest storms
Can break against a soul
That refuses to be drowned.
This life
This endless, aching life
It asks me to keep going,
And I do.
I do,
Even when it hurts.
Thrust within,
I could not focus.
Lights sizzled,
blistering
and slashing the jagged sky
with vile lightening.
Your visage
materialized
from nowhere,
beckoning,
guiding my path with sure wake
safely to the shore.
You became
my anchored buoy.
Just for you
I inhale.
My heart will always seek berth
in your steadfast love.
Surviving comes with ease
Even dying is also serene
Living, what a real scrutiny
Living when your knees are on the ground
Or when your head owns a crown
Or when you are seeing the same dawn
Living when your day unfolds a distinct tale, perhaps you may hate
When friends are few and everything seems blue
Living when your desires and your destiny lacks alignment
Or when everyone wants to put u in confinement
Living is the only testimony of life
And Henceforth pardon me my friend
But you failed if you just survived
And not lived...
.
ow'ch
damn'it girl
d'anng
ouch
okay woman
less
wheaties
the corn rows
arrr
too tight
windblown giant
turbulent tornado
blazing a sharp path
kicking away cars
rolling whole houses
pure devastation
hiding in culvert
my face in wet claylike mud
i recite prayer
The passed a place with deep regret
Don’t want to remember, cannot forget
There’s scars and wounds that will not heal
For I had to main I had to kill
I had to follow the orders gave
And send my foes to meet their grave
The nights are hard for the faces live
Inside my head they won’t forgive
Their anger haunts my thoughts and dreams
Their words are just their eyes fordeems
My burden to bear, untill I leave this place
Their loved ones cry’s my fall from grace
I can’t turn back tides or turn back time
So bare my soul and write this Rhyme
I whisper my apologies
for all of my atrocities
A soldier has to pay the price
They bare their arms and roll the dice
If it was not him it would be me
I rolled a six he rolled a 3
I wish history could be rewrote
I wasn’t on that sea,or in that boat
I did not land upon that shore
I have no medals in my drawer
No strangers I did not wish to meet
No blood soaked sand beneath my feet
I have no faces in my head
No one mamed no one dead
No broken hearts no loved ones lost
For that I would pay any cost
By David Ashby
21/09/2024 3.32AM
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