Defined:

implementation
demonstrated by achievement
intellectual talent
measured by achievement

measured by who?
in essence someone less qualified
has been given the task
to determine if you're more qualified than them

a thought process inherent with ***** traps
a person-to person mine field
where you go in like a soldier in war
every situation is blind

but yeah,
I'm loaded with meritocracy
why not?  
I'll make up other words that sound good if you like.

it will show implementation
demonstrated by achievement
intellectual talent
followed by achievement

I hope you're ok.
I heard your call for help.

I hope you're ok.
I came running.

I hope he stopped.
I heard you begging him to.

I hope you're ok.
I called for help.

I hope you're ok.
The police came.

I hope you're ok.
We looked for hours.

I pray you're ok.
I heard the desperation in your voice.

I pray he stopped.
No one deserves to be hurt like that.

I pray you're ok.
We never found you.

And that's what scares me the most.

Pain is what gives you strength.
Struggles is what helps you grow.
You can't succeed without failure.

At times when you feel overwhelmed,
Or confused,
Or you just want to give up,
Just remember,
Tomorrow is a new day.
Today is just a test.
Each dawn is a new chance.
Forget all the troubles
That keep you from seeing
That there could be so much more.

Remember to look ahead,
And see what's at stake.

Tomorrow is a new day.

Those words, I can feel your words bouncing around my insides ricocheting off my finger tips, slinking down the awkward curve of my spine. I know they settled for a while in my stomach where I tried and tried to boil them alive. Those words, those terrible words that you said. And couldn't possibly have meant. Those words? I love you.

I am sorry, and you are sorry, we can make up in the morning, wake up in our torment, go back to bed and do it all again, before the storm hits, as it's the fragile moments that make this what it is, and it's, beautiful,  ~ whatever it is.

I don't want to be perfect
What an incorrect prospect
I like my defect
At least I'm not an object

My eyes do not resemble suns
My words are more like guns
Aimed at your sons
I've only just begun

My hair is not soft and fine
You simply cannot define
Or enshrine
Standby and do not whine

My thoughts are not innocent and pure
Nothing is secure
But I am certainly not your saviour
My behaviour brings danger
I am not your entertainer

My hands are not are not flowers
I have different powers
Which devours and towers
Over your mouth as he cowers

Nature is not just beautiful
And neither am I
How dare you belittle it with unsuitable lies
Save your goodbyes
I am not your demise, that would be unwise
Do you not realise I have a disguise?

I am not  perfect
Yet you could never recreate and resurrect my imperfections
Save your affections
I need to find my own directions, away from your infectious reflections