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Conor Madden Sep 2015
Failure...
Failure...
Failure...
Why am I still doing this?
Failure...
I'm only making the situation worse.
Failure...
Why can't I stop?
Why is this necessary?
Meanwhile, another failure...
Can I do this?
Failure...
Is it possible?
Failure...
I need to do this.
Failure...
In order to better myself.
Failure...
In order to better my surroundings.
Failure...
I my must keep trying.
Failure...
To break the cycle.
Failure...
And achieve my goal!
Failure...
Failure...
Failure...
Success.
Conor Madden Sep 2015
We are living
in an imperfect world,
yet we still seek perfection.
Why?
Why do we do this,
when we know we will never find it?
For the same reason we do anything that’s useless.
We do it,
not for the end result,
but for the process of getting there.
Will we ever achieve perfect love, truth, justice, beauty,or unity?
No,
but that doesn’t keep us from trying.
If the world was perfect,
what cause would there be worth fighting for?
That,
is the perfection of imperfection.
We always chase it,
but it’s always just out of reach.
If we find it,
what,
would we do with it?
  Apr 2015 Conor Madden
Willow-Anne
Way back when I was younger
I was mistaken as a dude
They asked all sorts of questions
That slowly grew more rude

"Why don't you wear makeup?
Or dress in something nice?"
"If you ever want to get a guy
Why won't you just take our advice?"

When I began in high school
I had just begun to change
I had bought myself some cheap makeup
And clothes that just felt strange

Still, it wasn't enough though
The insults continued to come
"Ugly. Lazy. Undesirable"
It all began to make me glum

By the beginning of junior year
I had fully given in
Dresses replaced all of my jeans
And makeup covered all my skin

It was then, the insults changed
And people began to glare
Said I "cared too much about my looks"
And my "head must be full of air"

I still always got straight A's
The way I talked was still the same
But though I knew that they were wrong
Their comments made me feel lame

When senior year had rolled around
I was lonely as could be
People "liked" what I'd become
But I felt no one liked me for me

I'd never been on a single date
Because all the guys were crude
So it was only a small amount of time
Before I was labeled as a "*****"

When I finally started college
I expected something more
But people took one look at me
And labeled me a *****

I had not been sleeping around
I still hadn't even been on a date
Everyone just made assumptions
And looked at me with hate

The part that was most ironic
Was that after all these years
Of changing to be whatever they said
I was still hated by all my peers

I didn't want to dress like this
I didn't want to just conform
But there is only so much a person can take
Before they need to fit the "norm"

Society is what destroyed me
They are the reason I am this way
I changed to be what people wanted
Now I understand: I'll never see that day

I don't know who I am now
Though everyone else thinks that they do
Now please just take one piece of advice
It's so important to just stay you

You are perfect just as you are
So continue to stay strong
Remember no matter what they tell you
What society says is **wrong
Well....This is by far the longest I have ever spent on a poem....and the longest thing I've ever written. But though it is FAR from perfect, it was well worth it in my opinion, because this is something so personal and important to me.
To everyone reading this poem; no matter how old or young you are, no matter where you are, who you are, or what you have been through, please just remember you are uniquely beautiful and wonderful. People are going to tell you your whole life, that you are not good enough, or that you need to change to be accepted. ***** them. They are wrong. You have something so unique to offer the world. You are amazing and beautiful, and perfect and you DO NOT need to change. Stay strong and be EXACTLY who you are. Let yourself grow and evolve the way YOU want. Then years from now, when you have become the best you, the person YOU want to be, you can show society what true happiness, success, and beauty look like. <3 I know that all sounds super cheesy and cliche, but I don't care, and I mean every cheesy word of it.
<333333333 Stay wonderful everyone <333333333
  Apr 2015 Conor Madden
Traveler
And so here we are
Page after page
Hearts on fire
Exposing parts unseen
Beneath harden surfaces
Wounds unclean
Broken still we dream
On and on we pen
And so we breathe again
Conor Madden Apr 2015
The sea of mystery.
A silent beast,
Drawing those foolish enough to attempt to swim it,
To their watery grave.
The wind of change,
Brings in the new and strange,
And blows out the old and familiar.
The flames of destruction,
Stop for no one.
They consume all in their path.
The stone of steadfastness,
Standing high and resolute.
A silent guardian,
In a foolish world.
Conor Madden Apr 2015
Flames are burning to destroy the old
The new will be made from ashes.
New ideals and truths uncovered.
Don’t you know what happens
When you play with fire?
You will get burnt.
Reason with
Flames or
Burn.
I was inspired a little bit by Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist for this poem. I hope you enjoy ^.^

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