I have another website to where I post my poems, stories, etc.
2013: My old poetry absolutely SUCKS.
I've matured a bit since then.
Check it out: http://scribd.com/Joshua_Phelps
Carrying on through the fog without worry
That a foe might be lurking nearby,
You have no time to focus on what's around you
You're just trying to get by
You got 911 on speed dial,
But you're not their telephone girl.
You're a tough one, I'll give you that.
You are confident that you can do this on your own,
You know your fate if you lose your guard. I say you should've
taken the bus, should've taken a cable car,
Now you're at risk with the impending attack upon the road.
I've warned you that a killer is on the loose,
I've stressed enough that going out alone is dangerous.
Did you listen? God knows you didn't listen, god knows you didn't care.
Even with news broad-casted the man's face,
You were the least bit worried when he crossed paths with you.
“Oh he's no threat, I can handle it.”, you say to me as we part ways from the pub.
“No need to worry, I'll be fine.”
Are you fine now? Rewind to the point of events,
He's got a gun in his hands.
You're the least bit amused,
figuring you can pull your own weapon out just as fast.
You think he's searching for money.
No big deal, you'll just hand him that.
He'll make his way back home,
Laughing all the way to the bank.
And you'll steadily, but quickly, make your way to your own without complaint.
Sadly, you were wrong.
He wanted more.
He wanted you.
Your thought process must've been going off the charts,
When you realized he wanted you sexually.
You tried to fight it,
You tried to scream for help, but it was too late.
A slash at the throat and one at the heart did you in.
The disgrace of a human carried his deed and buried your remains,
In an unmarked, shallow grave.
When news broke the next morning, I was bracing for the worst.
Unfortunately, that missing person turned to be you.
A search crew was sent to find you,
And it took days to spot what's left.
Rumors shortly flooded the town.
It was confirmed you're the one the killer took down.
Fast-forward to now,
A closed-casket funeral
Visitation limited to family and friends,
and a few close and personal – I sit nearby shaking my head.
I sit there fighting back tears,
Fighting back rage, fighting back sadness
Fighting back denial, fighting back acceptance.
No this can't be happening, no you can't be dead.
You're not really in there are you? Tell me you made it alive. (Tell me you've made it alive.)
I'm speaking silent words, but god knows you can't hear me now.
God knows you can't hear a sound.
You're up there in heaven,
Looking down on me. And I'm down on earth,
Looking up to you. Hoping for a sign, hoping for a miracle, hoping for a sign of life.
Hoping you'll come back alive.
But you remain lifeless.
So I remain in my seat, questioning, wondering when….
When will I ever get to see my sweet, beautiful angel again?
Sometimes you've got to face life as somebody else.
Be accepted, give them little details about the real you.
Forget that you feel distant, forget that you feel cold.
They don't want to see the old you now they've seen the new.
It's been months and you've ignored yourself for so long,
You've forgotten who you are, where you came from.
Do you practically exist anymore?
Or has your alter-ego gotten the best of you?
You're lost inside yourself.
Can you get out?
Will you get out?
Are you able to escape?
You're under the impression that things are OK.
False illusions aren't the best way to start the day,
But you carry on leaving the original soul astray.
You've done things the old you would regret,
the former you would despise, but you shrug it off
No form of guilt building up inside.
Although ignorance is bliss and the truth will be missed,
You continue with your head raised up high.
The inner soul inside cries, a single tear falling from his eye.
Wondering, hoping that one day
The new you would realize…
You are living a lie.
I step outside for a breath of fresh air and
the sunshine is bright this morning.
Perfect weather, perfect day.
Almost a resemblance of my newfound glory.
I have seen the light;
I have seen what my purpose in life is.
I don’t ever want to go back to the darkness,
nothing loom’s over my head. Nothing encompasses my thoughts.
Nothing really bothers me.
Nothing really strikes a nerve anymore.
It’s not that I don’t feel anything. I do.
I don’t have this dark cloud hovering over my head like before.
I’m seeing the world around me in a different perspective; it’s not all that bad.
I’m not the target for negativity. I just assumed I was.
I guess I hit the lowest of lows back in the day.
Luckily, something inside me broke.
Something inside me finally broke free.
I doubt it’s the influx of confidence,
it might have played a part, but it wasn’t a big one.
I know I didn’t just wake up and decided to be happy;
this took years, months to heal.
Maybe a miracle happened.
Maybe I broke the shield.
I’m not complaining.
I need a reason. I can’t explain.
For now, I’m content with being able to enjoy my surroundings.
I’m fine with stepping out of the rain.
Start a riot to warn the crowd,
Of the upcoming battle between
Two nations drowned in greed, power, corruption.
Start a riot to tell them all:
Now is the time to rise up.
Now is the time to stop this madness.
Now is the time to join forces together
To help make this world a better place.
We see no reason in violence,
And we don't want to end the silence,
We want to be heard, we want to be seen.
We're tired of living in between the shadows and the unseen.
What do they expect to gain besides debt and victory?
Do they get their kicks off death and misery?
It seems we're soon going to be trapped in this bloody duel.
Avoiding obstacles, hidden mines while
Protecting ourselves from hollow-point shells
Finding a way to escape this impending hell.
We don't want to face whatever may bring,
But it seems we have no choice.
While they're fighting
with their venomous words,
Spilling lies to crowd… convincing them
They're safe in their homes…
We're taking matters in our own hands.
I'll admit we have no actual desire to start a revolution,
We only want them to pull back, cease fire.
This is why we're taking a stand.
We just want to live in peace and harmony,
Not in discord and calamity.
We all have a voice,
And we will be heard.
We are indestructible, we are incredible.
We are invincible.
The battle inside chapter two: man vs. self.
A long time ago, it was man vs. world, man vs. man,
but I have grown up and realized my faults.
While I may be far from perfect,
I am beginning to see my mistakes.
I tore myself apart. While others took joy
in revealing what I already know about my well-being,
I tried my best to ignore it.
After all, it was part of my punishment.
I did deserve a little hell for it.
You were right. God was I awful.
And Lord, you are so perfect; Go on, tell me how you feel about me.
I will take your venomous words with a grain of salt.
Because let’s face it: You are no better off.
At least I am no longer the hypocrite I was; I cannot say the same for you.
While you may point out the words I write,
Are directed to you and I am the hypocrite myself
I will rightfully take claim. I will own up to it. Will you?
But let’s say…maybe I was not aiming for you,
maybe I was aiming towards the many folks that happily made my life misery.
Maybe it was a bad idea…
Nobody believed me.
But did when I fabricated the truth, they were all ears.
Now that the truth is out,
they do not want to hear it anymore.
They wanted me to be honest; I gave them honesty, clarity.
Now they are gone.
Even the ones I attempted to make amends with.
I guess I deserve this. …I take that back. No. I don’t deserve this at all.
Your life’s story is haunting,
Filled with the worst memories imaginable
How can a soldier like you deal with the trauma?
The experience? The witness to the killings and suicide bombings?
You’re out there, fighting for what you believe in.
Not knowing if you’ll ever come back home,
Knowing if you’ll see your loved ones again.
All you do is hope for the best, stay on guard,
Gun fully loaded, waiting for an unexpected target to pass you by,
While you watch others carefully step over land-mines.
You wish this was over with. Six months may not seem long
But to you, it feels like you’ve been here forever.
You keep your head up, no matter the circumstances
You can’t help but go crazy, in moments where
The enemy steps over the line without a glance,
You lose your mind, lose it so fast.
Pulling the trigger out of instinct,
You label yourself as a criminal,
Killing only being politically justified.
Your comrades say it’s out of defense,
While this may be true, the guilt hovers over you.
So tell me, soldier: How does it feel
Fighting for a country you love,
Feeling remorse for carrying out the deed,
Receiving honors for a mass killing spree?
How have you kept up without shattering to tiny little pieces?
I know where I'm headed,
I wish I could fast-forward,
But I'll force myself to be content with waiting.
There are days where I wish I could control time,
Speed things up a bit, see where I'm goin'.
Slow time down when I reach the most important parts, so I
Don't skip the most important moments in life,
Pause it when I reach the frame I wanted.
I'm not going to lie, that'd be great.
Get a glimpse of the future beforehand
Before past me catches up and leaves me in the dust.
Can you blame me for being curious?
I don't think so. I'd rather keep moving,
Instead of walking in reverse.
The past is, the past - that's all there is to it.
I've no time to focus on it.
What once was regret has been filled with hope,
A bright outlook for what's ahead.
I'm high off positivity generating in my mind,
And I don't ever want this euphoric moment to end.
I've had moments long ago of where I was truly happy,
But then the storm hit and I got caught up in it.
Not anymore. I won't let it get to me.
I won't let sadness be a familiar friend.
You hear me, negativity?
I won't let you be a familiar friend. (I won't let you.)
It's time for me to let you go, (let you go)
I'll fast-forward and for once, leave you behind at the crossroads.
You’re electrifying, mesmerizing.
The spark in your eyes
Tells me you’re in for adventure.
I’ll take you places, and I don’t mind if you’ve been there before.
I’ll convince you to view the locations in a different perspective.
What are you waiting for?
Let’s go out and venture to a familiar location.
Let’s go downtown.
Look at the walls surrounding us left and right as we walk the streets.
It may not matter to you, but viewing the shape they’re in...
They’re worn I’ll admit, but years of weathering abuse and neglect tells a story
Of how it used to be.
I bet it was a thriving business, the surrounding populace enjoying
The entertainment and amusement it once offered.
But then the crowd grew up, or grew disinterested,
And the once thriving business faltered, failed to keep up with the ever-changing trends.
The buildings are only present until somebody takes over,
A crew demolishes the remains, or some other event destroys the evidence.
Does it matter what I’m saying to you? Not really, but take the insight to heart.
You’ll find more meaning in the littlest things if you keep an open mind.
Here, take my hand and follow me,
We’re headed to your favourite destination.
What does this have to do with buildings?
Remember the spot near the river?
I remember it like it was yesterday.
The breeze whipping your hair in varying directions,
Caressing your face, the sun cascading around you;
Made you look like you were sent from the heavens.
Never mind that. I can see that you’re blushing. I see you’re starting to enjoy this.
Onward with the story.
There’s more to this than the flowing current.
To me, it’s a vivid memory of where we first met.
As I mentioned, you looked like an angel.
At first sight, I already knew you were the one.
Upon greeting, your personality completely overwhelmed me.
I never met anyone like you. You’re one of a kind. I’m glad we’re together.
I told you the littlest moments count, and it’s true, it does.
I only brought you here to remind you, and while I wanted you to view
The place in a different perspective, I wanted to save the best part for last.
Now don’t be alarmed, we’ve been together for quite some time.
You’ve been expecting me to pop the question any time, well darling
Today is that day.
“Will you marry me?”
Silence washes over him,
His mind wanders, thoughts processing,
“Will my comrades make it out alive?”
He exchanges glances around the crowd while
Blending in, trying to go unnoticed.
It all turns to hell when
He hears a gunshot fifty feet away.
Everybody runs for cover,
Local authorities take action,
He leaves them carrying on their own, searching for the source,
Only to come across an empty lead, with the assailant escaping in a fraction.
He continues trekking along the freshly vacated area with clenched fist.
Minutes later…A glint in his eyes he finds perturbing
the reflective, temporarily mesmerizing light, aggravating,
Causes him to stop in his tracks to discover the origin.
Several steps ahead,
He comes to an abrupt halt
As he spots the target semi-hidden.
A piece of clothing by the side as evidence,
A broken mirror with a message written in blood,
Announcing the other side has captured one of his companions.
Listening to the cadence of his heart increase,
Animosity rising with eyesight growing weak.
He strikes the glass with a resounding blow.
The remnants cascade around his hand,
A few embedding underneath the skin.
The pain registers as the man emits a low grow within.
“Mark my words,” he snarls with teeth bared, “Once I find you, I'll kill you. I'll tear you limb from limb, bone from bone. Don't you dare harm my friend.”
This isn't the beginning or the end.
The hunt is on, the battle's over, but…
The war has only just begun.
Moments later he finds out they have captured a teammate that he has feelings for.
Will he rescue the victim?
Continued in the crossover codenamed, “Missing.”
Part one: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-hunt-pt-1/
Part two: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-hunt-pt-2/
Part three: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-hunt-pt-iii/
Part four: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-hunt-pt-iv/
“God damn it, tell me what happened!” The man stationed northbound patches through the feed,
Interpreting the profanity, the distress call emitting from a faraway subject, sound quickly fading as a mistake truly not meant to happen takes place. “Alpha, beta! Answer me!”
With grief-stricken pang in the accuser's heart, he soon answers with the hidden undertone of contrition laced with sorrow, “I killed one of their men. I didn't mean to. He...I-”
“Get out there safely,” He interjects, opening the door, checking twice as he walks out. “I'll meet you at the base.”
“I thought we were supposed to rescue you?”
The man shakes his head,“It's you that needs saving. They've probably called backup. Back out now before the big guns arrive.”
He removes the communicator, throws the device to the ground,
Smashing it to oblivion, glancing around.
Quickly regaining composure, he
Takes off swiftly, moving with such ferocity
Pushing his body to the limits, as he makes his way to the center of the city.
Part two: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-hunt-pt-2/
Part three (team mates POV): http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-hunt-pt-iii/
Part V eta: Soon.
Pt. 1 – Conclusion
Although I've told you:
“I can't make it out alone, I can't fight on my own.
I can't fix myself, I can't go on.”
I have to go forward in the front lines of war,
Protect myself from harm, and alarm others
Before I start to release the beast inside.
I have lost my faith before,
I have doubts about living.
I may let my past affect me when
I reach my lowest point.
One thing that's remained... is my integrity.
Yea, it's been on shaky terrain. (I'm not the only one to tell a tall-tale.)
I'm unique. I'm rare. For one to admit their faults at such a young age,
Takes more bravery than one could imagine.
You all didn't ask for a taste,
But I gave you every single drop.
I'm not made of stone,
I'm not fake. I'm genuine.
I mess up,
I assess the problem,
Analyze, discuss conversations in my head.
I admit, I'll confess
I'll come to a conclusion that
Most issues cannot be fixed.
Then I end up at the crossroads. (Don't turn back.)
“I should ignore. I should just walk out.”
Eventually, I'll relent and douse the fire,
Watch it dwindle, watch the smoke takes its course.
I'll memorize, but go on with a subtle amount of regret.
I'll take the right turn, taking precaution not to get burned again.
I'm certain this is the last you'll hear of me. I've spoken way too much.
I won't be dead, I won't take my life. I needed to get this off my chest.
You may say it's a step backwards,
Showcasing myself to the public.
You are wrong.
In fact, I've never felt more alive.
Pt. I – Concept of Life
On and on, I must reiterate the words I've said day by day,
To assure myself I'm sane.
Repeat meaningless dreams like a movie stuck in an endless loop,
About the good moments and the bad, the bad and the worse.
Carrying on throughout the day, with pain evident on my face.
I tell myself I don't want to be here anymore. (Maybe I'm not strong enough.)
I fought back the deepest thoughts, but they manage to scratch the surface.
I'm struggling with the concept of life.
Pt. II – Doubt.
I have doubts.
Doubts about my purpose in this world. (Do I belong?)
Doubts about my future, if I'll ever succeed in this vicious society. (Will I make it out alive?)
I've broken down the fourth wall, more than a year
Since I opened the doors for all to judge. Step one to becoming a better person,
Step two to destroying the man I never was.
Seems like everybody is peering in, finding ways to exploit my weakness.
Then I realize it's not them.
Pt. III – Unstable.
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
I'm easily wounded. (Always was.)
What words are said, affect me.
I realize I must ignore, but years of suffering,
Taking it all in...I've reached my breaking point.
I've been used.
I couldn't take it, I was sick of being pushed over.
Stepped on, treated like I would never amount to anything.
I felt that the one's close to me didn't expect me to make something of my life.
Shortly after, I couldn't contain my overwhelming emotions. I lashed out in all directions.
I was seeing with red eyes.
Pt. IV – The Breakdown
I didn't care about my actions, or what led me to them.
So I turned to drugs.
Many factors contributed, but depression was a start.
I was in denial. Accepted I had a problem, yet continued line by line,
Causing mayhem along the way.
Then my quick fix withered, euphoric sensation washing away.
I sobered up completely. Fell off the tracks temporarily.
Picked myself up, rose above the ashes.
Only to have the people around with menacing stares, walk on past me.
Pt. V – Disassemble, Reassemble.
Here I am, present day – I'm keeping my head up,
I know I don't deserve respect, considering all I've done...
I don't expect you to show compassion.
I'm hoping I have a chance to be forgiven.
I've torn myself apart for all to see.
Now it's time I moved on,
Build myself back up from ground zero.
It's time I faced society with a brave face
And stop living my life with remorse...
Pt. VI – The Masquerader
...What am I saying?
Empty words, promises.
I fool those around me with blatant lies, saying,
“Everything is fine. I'm all right.”
To be honest: I've got to where I can't fix myself.
I end up relying upon others.
But no one is here.
No arms to envelop me.
No shoulder to lean on.
I'm trapped in solitary confinement.
Pt. VII – Reclusion.
I sit in my room, in an empty spot,
Wiping the tears from my face.
Silently wanting comfort, praying
The hours would speed up in to days.
I'm aware it's not everyone's fault.
I've done this to myself.
I can't go on with a second mask,
Living life like I'm lost in a masquerade.
What can I do?
Is there anybody who will save me?
Pt. VIII – Faith.
Does God exist or am I all alone?
I question my faith. I used to believe.
Where was God when I needed him?
Where was he when I was bleeding?
Where was he when I overdosed?
I don't know. Am I lucky? Or is it a miracle?
Sometimes I feel there's an angel guarding me.
How I managed to survive is beyond inquiry.
I shouldn't be here. I came close to dying.
Is life worth a second shot? Is it worth trying?
I'm still present. I guess I have to...
Have to keep fighting.
I have more to write in Concept of Life, Pt. II.
Right now....I'm about to cry.
Thanks for reading.
Grasp my hand. I got you, I'm not going to let you fall.
Don't let your eyes avert mine,
Keep steady, don't be afraid.
It will be okay.
You're not going plummet to your death.
I won't let the darkness enshroud, encompass your body.
We're only a few thousand feet above ground level,
Whether you determine this as bad, I feel as we're closer to heaven.
Darling, hold on tightly, I'll lift you up.
Feel the arctic air caress your face,
Chilling, exhilarating, adrenaline pumping
As we venture out the trap you almost fell in.
Stick with me and we'll climb to the top of the mountain.
We have a mile left, you'll make it, I guarantee it.
I told you I won't let you go when we first met.
And I've committed to being by your side ever since.
Follow me to the highest peak. Once we're there,
We'll hold our arms out towards the sky,
Pretending we've ascended to Utopia.
We'll celebrate our success before dawn.
Head out before the frigid weather takes control,
And I'll plant a kiss upon your lips, as we take the path leading to our home.
You want to know the real me.
Be my friend. Be my crutch when I need support.
I've said it before and I'll say it again...
I'll let you in. All you have to is ask.
I'm no stranger when you see what's inside my head.
I may be confused, delusional, and a little dangerous.
Look closely and you'll find the better part of me.
You may like it, you may not, but if you don't cross that barrier
You'll never get to find out who I really am.
Unless you take the invitation, you won't get the chance to discover that:
I am weak, I am strong.
I am talented, I am wrong.
I'm a paradox, I'm part of the demented.
I'm both optimistic and pessimistic.
I am extraordinary, I'm blessed with an altruistic heart.
I'm able to attentively listen with an open mind, open arms.
Able to discern what's really bothering you, before you start speaking.
Able to make you smile without purposely meaning.
I am everything and all the above, not quite human, but well enough.
I could be the greatest person in history.
What you see is a sample,
A taste, an example.
If you want to discover more,
I am incredible.
“We've only got one shot. One chance of getting him out of there alive.”
The brunette with piercing green eyes, guides
her team. All six veering off in opposing directions,
avoiding the men who once fired on their comrade in hiding.
“Alpha squad to beta, close in on target on countdown. Lone ranger, hold tight. We're almost there.”
Each member nods in compliance. A faint voice registers through the communicator, telling them all he's fine.
“Live carelessly or die trying...” One shadowy figure emerges, glaring at the main unit. “Either way, we're just getting started. Ready for this guys?” He flashes a quick grin before heading with the others.
They all freeze, taking their stances. On guard, on hold.
“Hold your positions!”
“Three... Don't make a sound.”
“Two.... Don't turn around.”
“One.... Your main goal is to surround the enemy. And don't let your teammates down.”
Caught by surprise,
The gunmen attack, put up a minute-long fight
only to get knocked unconscious all at once, with another shooter
descending three stories below.
A tragic flaw in a plan go wrong.
The masked man falls to his death, blood pouring from every angle.
Seconds slow down to what seems like an hour,
As each surrounding member stares in shock, in horror...each person
turning to the being obscured by the dark, the individual held accountable.
“I told you no dead casualties!” The woman yells to the man responsible. “We don't kill! Got it?”
“I didn't mean...”
“Tell that to the guy you just murdered!”
Incoherently swearing, he turns back with shaky hands saying, “What have I done?”
Forgive me if I neglect you.
I am trying to clear my head.
I don’t despise you.
My reason is I can’t continue suffering. They’ve moved on. Why can’t I?
It’s been over a year. Imprinted in time, your ashes kept alive.
Your body placed to rest, your loved ones living a lie.
I kept busy, kept myself in denial
so that I could live in comfort and peace
Then reality struck me like a brick wall
and I fell down, weeping for my loss.
I replaced grieving with regret.
Committed acts I never imagined let set
Months progressed, I have repaired,
Repressed the memory to forget -
Only to have it come back around with a stronger hit.
I want you to know I have always cared about you.
I…I wish I could have been a better person,
but I pulled away, and you left the world without a warning.
To this present day,
more than a year since I laid my eyes on
the body resting in calm repose,
my heart continues to ache immensely.
I assure myself I must go on. I need to let go.
Just promise me you’ll remember me.
Your passing has me living under a dark cloud;
please forgive me if I forget you right now.
"Your plots foiled. I'm on alert, on guard. Whatever you have under your sleeve, you're not going to trick me. I got you where I want you,
Make any sudden movements and suffer the consequences."
"Like you can stop me.”
Here we go again, the war’s raging on.
The adversary’s teammates clamber atop the building,
Those already on the ledge focusing their weapons at you.
He gets up, wincing as he puts weight on his shattered ankle.
You get into fighting position, recognising your attempt to survive would be
Damn-near problematic, impossible.
“You’re defeated”, his frown morphing to a sneer, “Prepare to die.” Instantaneously, his army begins firing away.
You close your eyes, time decelerating as you hear the trigger being pulled.
You search for the solution, the answer returns deluded.
As you whisper a prayer, you hesitate and go for option number two: act upon instinct.
“Somebody help me!” You say, running, avoiding the hollow-point bullets.
Each bloke above curses, one shouting “Get him!” as you barely evade,
Narrowly fleeing to a discarded alleyway.
The communicator in your ear goes off, a barely inaudible message that your plea was received.
Help is on the way.
You glance to the left, to the right, before breaking a window and climbing inside.
“I will not die tonight.”
I catch you staring far below,
Eyes set to kill, revenge boiling in your veins
Clenched fist in frustration – fueled by hate.
Were you expecting me to run? Do not give in yet.
It has only just begun.
If you want a game, have at it.
I'll be the predator, and you the animal.
I'll switch the roles, jump off the balcony,
Witness your expression change,
You just as perplexed as I
When I miraculously survived the feat,
Seeing your reaction changing
From confusion to alert,
I quickly catch you off guard, managing
To fracture a bone or two. Inflicting, damaging,
Exhilarating, frightening – I hold myself back.
Witnessing you howling in pain,
I shrug, as it wasn’t a personal gain.
You wanted a fight. I gave you a fight. Stand down.
I’m not here to kill you, but I can’t say the same for you.
You’ve been tracking me for ages.
I expected this to be a challenge.
Is it a ruse to catch me off guard?
Is it a game you’re playing to have your men corner me?
Bring it on. I’m not scared.
After all, this is the first part of your plan.
Part one of “The Hunt.”
I got a word to say, tell all your friends
You toss me under.
They threw me back out.
I'm determined to take you down.
You want to dissemble my self-worth?
Make me less of what I already am?
I got a clever way of dealing with this.
Rather than use a direct approach, blunt force,
Let's settle the score.
Not in the way you expected.
I'll drive you mad.
Drive you crazy.
You'll wish you were dead.
When I said I'll even the numbers, leave it at a tie...
I didn't specify – you want me to project violence,
Did I forget to tell you I have a new plan?
Don't hesitate to punch a brick wall and
Don't forget to head towards the exit.
Here's the plan: I'm not going to hit you.
And these are my wise words:
It takes a coward to fight a fool,
A man to leave the duel.
The only moment violence is appropriate in the slightest is:
When lives are at stake, is the right moment to lay a fist.
But when it comes to petty argument, it's best to lay it to rest.
What's left to say:
Good riddance, goodbye.
Kick yourself out the door. I don't have time for this.
I'm done, I've said all that's to be spoken.
You got your clarity in the end and I
left with your dignity. End of story.
for a person I swear I am not.
You all get the impression I
live a life with two faces.
I am true to myself,
not much to others.
That is all there is to it.
I am a man, with the inability
to put reliance in a familiar
Person, one whom I could relate.
Don’t blame it on me,
Look at yourself. Were you there,
when I needed you most?
…you weren’t there at all.
The ones closest to me,
took it as a cry of desperation,
an attention-seeking plea.
What if there is an underlying problem?
Did they think I was worth listening to for one second?
Taken for granted,
they ignored it,
what shouldn’t have happened.
I am only a human with issues,
I’m left to solve, a human with problems,
left to figure out alone.