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You don't always have to win.

It's completely fine to break down,
and let yourself shatter.

It's okay to get tired and sad
when everything is so
disappointing.

It's not a sin to seek pause when
things are twisting your head
and turning you upside down.

It's not wrong to want space
when it becomes difficult
to breathe.

Never feel sorry for your
‘weakness’
You just had too much.
You are a human with a heart,
a being who can feel.
You may not be a diamond,
but you are a flower--planted firmly on the ground,
letting the breeze sway you once in a while,
yet still giving life just by your presence.

Lose yourself,
wander,
and in the middle of
what seems to be a wrong place,
you will know
what your soul truly desires.

I know that after the series of cold nights, the sun will rise.
Yes, it will.
Even under your tear-stained blankets,
the light will find its way
to warm your shaking arms,
and meet your exhausted eyes.

You don't always have to win,
because in the end,
worry not,
you will still win.
Out of the night that covers me,
  Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
  For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
  I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
  My head is ******, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
  Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
  Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
  How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
  I am the captain of my soul.
 Feb 23 Leonardo
Margar
You mean my whole world,
My whole life.
You are the reason I can love. Live. Laugh. Forgive.
You give me the strength to keep going.
I love you over everything.
You are my everything.
I can't do anything without you.
Without you, I'd be lost,
In the shades.
You are my night and day,
The reason I live,
I thank you for everything,
My family,
My friends,
My life.
You are the fountain of love,


Thank You God,
I can't say it enough.
Was feeling very grateful. Everyone, you should be grateful too. Especially with God. He has done everything for us. In the hashtag, there is no capitalisation, but God is capitalised.
 Feb 2018 Leonardo
Riz Gonzales
Ripped pale skin and veins
Cry a bright river of blood
Peaceful yet strong streams
Until the scene coloured late sunset
And my skin drowned in red
Exhausted breath
Stupefied, dark eyes
Dried tears
Or that metal shiny machine!
With trigger to beckon the bullet
That fits just perfect, like
T'was especially for my nervous hand
and for my useless head!
Let my flesh stain the earth
Pull the trigger, go on
Ending everything
In a snap, gone!
Maybe a killer liquid will do
Or lavish on tablets and pills
As if they can **** the demons within me
or heal who's ill inside
Death no more brings horror
To crave it like dream
That dark desire creeps
In my little, crowded mind
Polluting every corner
Until the smokes become fire
And burn the entire
Leaving me empty, insignificant
Perhaps, "All was nonsense,"
Oh, the torment of dying!
Its agony is nothing
Wildly nothing to that of
When I was living
 Feb 2015 Leonardo
Heather Methot
the humiliation
attempting multiplication
is a discrimination
filling all emotions with frustration
trying to send help of communication
to a genius
showing no blood relation
in a habitation where Ax and Bx showing a result of Cx
introducing a collaboration
with letters sends a illustration
to the mind causing hallucination
just a pigment of imagination
slight vibration
desperately needing a detoxification
of education
to wrap your thoughts around this generation
seeking the need for popularization
but the mind is in a mental restriction
start a petition
to conquer the satan of calculation
but so far no documentation
of the closed corporation
of the mad minded mathematician
so you're living in devastation
suffering while you work at a gas station
from no graduation
or thoughtful congratulations
all because you forgot the capitalization
for a math symbol
on a test
because of the lack of specification

Make a reservation
for the realization
that math
does not
always make
sense.
 Oct 2014 Leonardo
Cry Sebastian
There was this old dawg from Japan,
who thought his left arm was a ham.
He salted it lightly
and took out a bitey
and screamed for some more as he ran.

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There was this young girl from the stars,
who stopped for some pudding on Mars.
The more that she ate,
the more she lost weight
until all that was left was her ****.

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I knew a young duck called magoo,
who liked to spend time at the zoo,
when the lion escaped,
he put on his cape
and fed everyone carnivore stew.

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There once was a girl called Cherise,
who befriended a flock of white geese.
They taught her to fly,
and as years passed by,
she grew feathers, two wings and a beak.

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You know the inventor called Einstein?
He once had beer with his eisbein....
A rock n Roll pout
soon formed on his snout
and now he listens to Rammstein.

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This­ ninja loved his katana-
he used it to cut through bananas,
one wicked night
he slipped with a fright
and cut off is head in the drama.
On a busy downtown corner
As the traffic passes by
Stands a man with a cardboard sign
Can't seem to look me in the eye

But he's going to live, forever, somewhere
So help me God
I've got to show him
How much you care

At a big bank on wall street
With its fancy marble floors
Walks in a man in a business suit
As his chauffeur holds the door

But he's going to live, forever, somewhere
So help me God
I've got to show him
How much you care

Every face that I pass by
I see you on the cross
Bearing all our guilt and sin
Not one of us should be lost

I'm going to take this message
Of love that I've found
And somehow share it with this world
So help me God

In a courtroom with its wooden chairs
Sits a little boy and girl
Their mom and dad are fighting
Their little eyes so scared

But their going to live, forever, somewhere
So help me God
I've got to show them
How much you care

On the third floor up in ICU
With a bandage on his head
He may not make it till tomorrow
Was the last thing the doctor said

But he's going to live, forever, somewhere
So help me God
I've Got to show him
How much you care

Every face that I pass by
I  see you on the cross
Baring all my guilt and sin
Not one of us should be lost

I'm going to take this message
Of love that I've found
And somehow share it with this world
So help me God
I would love to take full credit for this poem but my contribution is small and I added only one of the 4 stanzas. Two great lifelong friends of mine named Bob Browning and Ed Dixon we're the main writers.  Eddie passed of brain cancer four years ago and Bobby and I miss him very much. The reference to the ICU is a reference about Eddie. This poem is listed in his honor.

Edward M. Dixon
Robert G. Browning
Carl Joseph Roberts
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