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Brain Over Brawn

Brain Over Brawn

Actions may thunder, but my words ignite,
A blade of wisdom, cutting sharper than might.
Not just whispers, but a raging inferno,
Lighting the world with the spark of the wise.

They lift, they strain, their muscles implore,
While I wield knowledge, a much sharper tool.
Strength is fleeting, a flicker, a spark,
While ideas burn bright, a light in the dark.

Every page turned is a fortress I build,
Each lesson a weapon, each thought finely milled.
They train for the battle, but I script the war,
A tactician of intellect, feared to the core.

They flex, they brawl, their power shakes ground,
Yet time is their rival—strength won’t rebound.
Flesh withers, bones crack, but my wisdom remains,
An empire of insight, not bound by chains.

So let them swing, let them roar and fight,
While I conquer in silence, yet shine just as bright.
For might may crumble, but mind reigns long,
It's brain over brawn—that is true.

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I'm Not A Poet

I'm Not a Poet

I'm just a boy with ink-stained fingers,
A canvas of paper, and a mind that lingers
In the shadows of doubt, where words lose their way
And the silence screams louder, with each passing day

My words are but whispers, lost in the wind
Doodles and scribbles, with no rhyme or reason within
I search for a melody, a harmony to share
But my voice is a murmur, a faint echo, beyond repair

Perhaps I should surrender, lay down my pen
Admit that my words are but ashes, not the flames I've sought within
But still, I'm drawn to the silence, the emptiness of the page
A siren's call, beckoning me to fill the space

So I'll scratch at the quiet, with fevered hand
And hope that somehow, someway, my words will stand
Not as a poet, but as a soul laid bare
A fragile, flickering flame, that dares to share.

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Life Needs a Memorandum

Life Needs a Memorandum

No one gave us a roadmap,
no guide to navigate the twists,
the jagged turns of life’s unknown path.
They filled us with hope, with dreams, with promises.
Tales of a future, bright and clear,
a mirage that fades just as we reach for it.

Lies.
We whisper it to ourselves
as reality sets in.
Life, a test we never studied for,
yet we’re forced to take.
Dropped into the deep end,
flailing, fighting, drowning,
no lifeline to grasp,
no safety net to break our fall.

Our parents, worn, weathered,
cling to wisdom that no longer holds.
They came from a world where work was steady,
where machines didn’t steal jobs,
where effort meant security.
Now they depend on us,
but we have no answers to give.

We are sheep without a shepherd,
Lost in the storm of uncertainty,
Our steps faltering, unsure of where to go.
Answers slip like shadows through our fingers,
leaving us with only time,
heavy, unyielding time.

We improvise, we stumble,
writing our syllabus in ink and pain,
forging our path through trial and error,
through blood, sweat, and tears.

Life needs a memorandum,
a guide to show the way,
a blueprint for the lost,
a light in the dark.

Yet life offers no memorandum,
only questions left unanswered,
and the blind leading the blind.

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Where Did I Go Wrong?

Where Did I Go Wrong?

I was young, bright full of promise, full of light.
High school passed in a blur,
a victory too soon, too fast.
They cheered, they clapped,
Mom wept with pride,
but I barely had time to feel it.

Then the world changed.
Tertiary welcomed me,
but fate had other plans.
A silent storm stole my path,
cutting dreams before they could bloom.
I searched, I fought, I worked,
but each day felt the same.
The hours passed, yet I remained stuck.

Now, I drift through life,
a ghost in my own skin.
The child who once raced ahead,
now stumbles through the past.
And all I have are words not answers, not peace,
just echoes of a question that whispers through the silence:
Where did I go wrong?

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Unseen

Unseen

I wonder through the crowds, unseen,
A solitary figure, in a tide of faces.
Silent screams echoe within,
A prisoner of emotions no one hears.

Pain sears through my veins, a reminder
I'm alive, yet longing to be free,
No one will notice, no one ever does.
I am invisible, unseen,
A ghost hovering in the periphery.

Suffocating under the weight of solitude,
I yearn to be seen, to be heard, to be known,
But the flames of hope are smothered,
The embers cold, like my heart, inside and out.
Yet even now, I'm unseen.