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The Fear Of Failure

The fear of failure at least for me
Helps me to survive
It drives me to do better
And makes me live my life

The fear of failure pushes me
To make sure that I succeed
Shows me where I need to go
And what I truly need

The fear of failure guides me
Shows me where I'm at
Helps me to push forward
And makes sure I don't look back

The fear of failure is all I need
To make sure I stay the path
It shows me that the life I lead
Must be one of giving back

The fear of failure


Poem by : Carl Joseph Roberts
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 Dec 2015 Parker
Erika Castaldo
One day, she’ll write a book,
A book that will influence thousands
For years to come.

One day, she’ll pour her heart out
For all the world to see
And touch the hearts of
Those who feel alone.

One day, a young girl will open that book
And realize the world isn’t so bad.
She’ll grow up with hope
Despite all the bad she sees.

One day, a young boy will read that book
And experience a brand new world,
One where his mother speaks to him
And his dad doesn’t beat him every night.

One day, she’ll make people happy.
 Dec 2015 Parker
IcySky
Dear Self
 Dec 2015 Parker
IcySky
Dear Self,

When hurt and broken down,
sadness and depression take over,
thoughts become suicidal,
life doesn't seem fair.

You don't seem worthy,
of the things in your life...
Family, lover, friends...
you're worthless.

Dear Self,

When laughing and smiling,
happiness takes over,
those suicidal thoughts,
are gone away.

You have so much to live for,
and have much support,
from family, lover, and friends.
You are priceless.

Dear Self...
Please stay smiling and happy,
Laugh... just to say all is ok,
Remember, life is worth living.
When down and depressed, and all you want to do is die...
just remember that it's just all in your head...
Love is still burning bright in your heart,
it may flicker every once in a while,
but never goes out....
 Dec 2015 Parker
Lewis Carroll
Inscribed to a Dear Child:
In Memory of Golden Summer Hours
And Whispers of a Summer Sea

Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task,
Eager she wields her *****: yet loves as well
Rest on a friendly knee, intent to ask
The tale he loves to tell.
Rude spirits of the seething outer strife,
Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright,
Deem if you list, such hours a waste of life,
Empty of all delight!

Chat on, sweet Maid, and rescue from annoy
Hearts that by wiser talk are unbeguiled.
Ah, happy he who owns that tenderest joy,
The heart-love of a child!
 Dec 2015 Parker
mikecccc
A tiring walk
that gets
kinda awkward
super quickly
going down
memory lane
makes me long
for blackout
boulevard.
 Dec 2015 Parker
Matt
"The problem with suicide is that when it becomes an option in your mind, it's always an option."
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