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fox-hartlis
I've lived most of my life with only shadows as my companions. There is one poet who calls me angel, no matter how dark my wings are.
I knew what was expected of me For years, I saw it approaching I was to take my lantern, as those before, And light the lamps, dimmed by storm. I did what I could to prepare, but as to the extent of the toll, I was unaware. I took my lantern and and left my home to face the trials of the storm. Looking back, I could no longer see the encouraging lights that used to shine for me. The night was dark and the rain started to fall To myself I whispered "I wasn't prepared at all". Beginning to wonder, I started the work of using my lantern to relight those lamps that no longer burned. There wasn't time to see if the lights stayed because there were many to light along the way The storm grew stronger, the wind began to howl. I saw that my light was starting to dim. I heard the storm say "This is one fight you cannot win". Remembering the advice, "forget yourself, go to work" I ignored my fading light and kept onward. My clothes were soaking, my skin was chilled. I tried not to focus on the things I feared. Lamp after lamp, mile after mile I passed Never knowing if my light would last. It was too late to go back, but a struggle to keep moving. What was it that I was proving? I did what I could to keep my lantern aglow. Leaving home seem so long ago. Keeping the light burning took all I had, and I could no longer tell if I had chosen good or bad. I pressed forward as best I could. Lamp after lamp, mile after mile Afraid my light could go out all the while. If I focus on my light, then the lamps go unlit but if I forget it, then the light will quit.
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
The Lantern's Glow
I knew what was expected of me For years, I saw it approaching I was to take my lantern, as those before, And light the lamps, dimmed by storm. I did what I could to prepare, but as to the extent of the toll, I was unaware. I took my lantern and and left my home to face the trials of the storm. Looking back, I could no longer see the encouraging lights that used to shine for me. The night was dark and the rain started to fall To myself I whispered "I wasn't prepared at all". Beginning to wonder, I started the work of using my lantern to relight those lamps that no longer burned. There wasn't time to see if the lights stayed because there were many to light along the way The storm grew stronger, the wind began to howl. I saw that my light was starting to dim. I heard the storm say "This is one fight you cannot win". Remembering the advice, "forget yourself, go to work" I ignored my fading light and kept onward. My clothes were soaking, my skin was chilled. I tried not to focus on the things I feared. Lamp after lamp, mile after mile I passed Never knowing if my light would last. It was too late to go back, but a struggle to keep moving. What was it that I was proving? I did what I could to keep my lantern aglow. Leaving home seem so long ago. Keeping the light burning took all I had, and I could no longer tell if I had chosen good or bad. I pressed forward as best I could. Lamp after lamp, mile after mile Afraid my light could go out all the while. If I focus on my light, then the lamps go unlit but if I forget it, then the light will quit.
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Could I have done anything differently? I made the choice, as best as I could figure What would've been worse: Telling you how I did, or telling you earlier, The first time we'd seen each other in months? I didn't want to ruin our reunion Or make you think you'd wasted your time. I never wanted to hurt you. I tried my best to not. Life is a balancing act And I'd already lost balance. You know I'm just trying to recover, right? That it wasn't anything you'd done? I was on the razor's edge And was trying to move it away. Are you mad at me? It's ok if you are I certainly wouldn't blame you There was hope that there could still be friendship between us A close one, thanks to the time we've spent together But I guess that's not something you want It's hard for me to tell Maybe I'm naively optimistic, Thinking things could be alright between us. I'm too oblivious to see the writing on the wall If you still wanted to be friends You'd say something, anything But there's been naught but silence. Too bad you wasted your time with me...
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
One sided conversation
Have I been trying too hard? Is it that I've been talking too much? Do I seem to be getting obsessive? Over doing my efforts to be more talkative and attentive? I can't figure out how to find the middle ground When before I would stay silent. And now it seems that you've become the quiet one. Is this something I should even worry about? You've gone back and probably are just busy. I wish I could figure this out
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
Trying too hard?
Repetition can cause frustration Each conversation seems to be One step forward, two steps back They all take the same course Things seem to go well, Until someone says something that hurts the other. Then the problem just sits for a while. A problem is never fixed by simply leaving it be. I just wish that once Only once We could solve things without conflict And not have another issue come from it.
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
Frustration
All I heard was a tick-tick-ticking. My environment was surrounded in pitch black. I stumbled my way to the door, but it was sticking, and I knew I had no hope of turning back. I turned around and my breath stopped. Deep soulless eyes, a dark red glowing and my heart nearly popped. All around I felt time slowing. My feet could not move. They were stuck. The creature exhaled with a hiss. With lightning speed, the claws struck. I had no choice but to suffer death's kiss.
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Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
Untitled
That's all I can feel right now Not love or happiness, But the unique blend of sorrow and anger That comes with a heart that seems to be breaking Just once, I'd love something else Something other than the thought I'm a coward, scared of girls Something besides words that should never have been spoken, the ones that cut to the core Is this my reward for helping? Multiple occasions of pain? If that's what I get, why the ****** hell did I bother? I'm sick of the insults that come from the same mouth that tells me they love me
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Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC
Rage
A little kindness could go a long way change a situation from awful to ok the result would be the same as the harsh approach, except without the hurt, or yelling, or pain. The lessons could be learned with a show of love instead of the anger, like lightning from above. At least this time, the lesson was obtained without the feeling that life was not worth the pain. Still, this feeling will linger for a while. I want it to go away.
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
A little kindness
You told me something that I hadn't heard before a past event, another of those that causes you distress it took a while for you to tell me Likely, you had to gather lots of courage to face the past. You didn't want to ruin my view of you, that I see you as my innocent love. You never explained everything that happened (had to figure it out for myself) but I learned what happened. My view of you never changed, even knowing what was done. I know I've reassured you of that and you know that I still love you the same. If there's anything else like that, don't hesitate to tell me, so I can then help you get rid of the past. This poem (poorly written as it may be) is meant to help you remember that no matter what, I will love you.
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
Reassurance
Should I give up when it seems impossible to move on? Do I bother exercising futility? Nothing I say makes things better Seems like I just find something else that makes it worse whether it's having someone be upset for nearly a week, or looking at requirements that are impossible I glance around and see I'm going nowhere fast do I keep trying? Is it worth the struggle to stay afloat or should I let the waves carry me along?
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 7:41 AM UTC
Giving up
What's done is done and cannot be changed I've tried to fixed what I can I pray it's enough you tell me you're no longer upset how I wish that to be true Certain things tell it may not be but there's not much else I could do I suppose that I'll just have to wait to see if what we have will be repaired I just hope the old adage is true: "Time heals all wounds"
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
Recovery