I say life is painful and dreary
As it’s difficult to fully live
When not well equipped
Through a journey not chosen

Lost hope in a torturous struggle
For being misunderstood
With emotions uncontrolled
And dictating every move

So I change angle and look for the good in things
I try - “get a grip”  - as people tend to say
But difficulty remains
When others take the lead

So, with tracks of tears
Deeply ingrained
My journey remains decided
But not by me

So be prepared and well-equipped.
mj cusson
Nov 2, 2012

Calamity is a storm of icy rain and striking fires.
Casting you about in a boat of your own design and build.
Preparing for the approaching storm with a firm rutter.
And you will survive, only if though willed.

Calamity is a renegade goat of raging fury and slyly forte.
Hammering its way into you aiming for the throat of your own girth.
Heat and eat hearty meals to be able to retort.
And you will survive, and be of worth.

Calamity is a surprise, you cannot see it’s approach.
So be prepared and well-equipped.
Stomp it out like a fire or upon a roach.
And you will survive, through your own wit.

Time is going so fast now
I am trying to keep up
yet I know I am killing me
for I am going all the way

Don't worry for I am well equipped
for I am a child of war
I am one hell of a fighter
I know not the word Defeat

I am forever a servant to words
may I die still writing
and who wants to challenge that
Let's have a bath in baby oil

I am the bad boy of Poetry
and I live and die by it
for I will do what I have to
for I am going all the way

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Chasity Moreno
Chasity Moreno
Sep 13, 2013      Sep 14, 2013

Raw and straight
It is something without hate
It's a new feeling
I'm enthralled
He speaks with charisma
And I'm oh so involved

I guess I can fly
Because he makes me feel so high
He shows his care
A passionate delight
A single person in this mass world
But I can see his might

If he were to ask me what I feel
I'd say what was real
It might be too early some can say
But what is time
In relation to love
It doesn't even rhyme

I wasn't searching for it
Not well equipped
But here it is
Gracefully soft
I'm at the bottom of a mountain
With a view from aloft

I put it out there. I don't even know what this poem is. What is this poem? I don't know.
RJ Days
RJ Days
Jan 17, 2014

We dryly sweat when she with maiden tongue
Rebukes with haste the wicked ways of men
For all do writhe and feel most tort'rous stung
When from calm lips eschew our mortal sins

Are we not well equipped to follow rules?
When now the forms of long ago return
And look to us who do not come as fools
For time and heart require no subtle burn

But ne'er was one brought down too far from grace
To cry from fear alone with need to flee
For deepest cuts spur us to upward race
And that which does not kill will make us free

When deep within our souls we still believe
That curse of hope is still our best reprieve

Nov 5, 2014

I’m trying to acquire a taste for black coffee
But the bitterness of it just seems to resonate
All too well with this heart in my rib cage.
And I’m learning how to sleep alone
The sheets on your side of the bed stay cold
But I have to learn how to tackle the nightmares
All on my own. You won’t always be there,
Well equipped to shoot down the demons.
I’m building up my own artillery,
I spend most of my afternoons at the shooting range.
I cannot continue to rely on an unreliable army
So I must learn to rely on myself.
This black coffee stains my teeth
I’m dropping weight again, it seems,
But my outward appearance is none of my concern
I have an entire enemy base to shoot down
While I build up a defense of my own.
Perhaps it is better to win this one alone.

Monica Abigail
Monica Abigail
May 2, 2012

your life experiences
out surpass mine by a long shot
with your run ins with cops,
drug life and women
and spontaneous outbreaks of brilliance.
you scare me
on a level that is
unknown to me.
i suppose this is another case
of my brain turning it's wheels and gears
into overtime and then some.
i fear you'll soon realize
i'm not as incredible
as you believe i am,
if you haven't already
and i hate that
people (women) are getting
so frustrated over something
that is so menial.
i suppose.
maybe if i was one of "those" girls,
i would try to be what i expect you to want
but that's just a never ending circle
of guess and check
which i'm not very well equipped for.
i keep getting this overwhelming feeling
in the pit of my stomach
and i don't know what to do with it
but i know you're to blame.
give me a prescription
or something.
i do care about you
entirely too much
and i know you care about me as well
but where will i end up
when a newer model is formed?

My head is well-equipped with spears of reason,
Jul 11, 2013

The war between my head and heart is no longer able to be ignored,
No treaties, no compromising, no other alternative other than an armed battle,
One will prove to be weak, unable to withstand the power of its rival,
A dual to the death, victory awarded to the last man standing

My head is well-equipped with spears of reason,
with good judgment as its shield,
It uses logical tactics in attempts to diffuse its opponents strengths,
While best interests are the bullets, loaded into heavy machine guns

My heart appears less official, but not to be underestimated,
It’s canons are fired with passion as its driving force,
It has no shields, no armor for protection, making it vulnerable to destruction,
But the power and strength that lives within its burning love is more explosive than any nuclear warfare

My head, while more prepared, lacks the endurance my heart has.
My heart, while superior in strength, lacks the protection my head has.

A bloodshed battle,
Both putting up a great fight,
But one must fall,
For the other to rise

Casualty of one,
My head lying lifeless on the battlefield,
Triumph achieved by my heart,
Victory awarded to its majesty

Impossible it is…to fight the power of one’s heart.

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