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NAL Apr 2020
she prayed to shine
as a diamond does;  
but begged for death
when the pressure comes;
as the volcanic eruption
lets her go;
she got through it
and brightly shone.

N.A.L
don't ask to be a diamond
and not expect pressure.
Ovid Present Apr 2020
I  live back always on my day
7 years aged and the day I was made.
From my bed I hear the phone ring,
The kitchen echoed the strike of a match
Cigarette, the smoke scent sounds my alarm
I knew who was on the other side,
I tried, it just didn’t work, those were different times
The teacher, the bearer of School, antagonist
I  knew the result,
he tore into my room  lifting me from my bed by my hair
nothing  between me and the strap
thrown stomach to the ground, peering under the dresser
storm windows placed behind for summer storage
the glass revealed my reflection
my eyes were wide, and I gazed into myself,
Lost in my head eyes growing strong and, in my mind, “Nothing last forever”
His holler fads into the background,
This was far from the first, but this day I became aware
deep into my eyes.
light flashed through my body on the first blows strike And I turned the intended pain to galvanizing pleasure.
Reflecting in the glass, the impact recoiled the small body from the floor, and I am stronger,
“Nothing last forever”
Not a tear dropped, not a blow felt, I’m bigger than pain, aged 7 years
The day I was made.
Now I can take any anguish, and everything passes.

This glorious life and my time laden in adventure
All from the day I was made.
Maude Laurent Nov 2019
It is quite easy
To look back on life
And believe you went wrong.

It is harder
To look at where you are now
And appreciate all you've done
To get here.
Just a thought.
Amy Duckworth Sep 2019
The ones who accomplish true greatness,
are the foolish who keep pressing on.
The ones who accomplish nothing,
are the wise who know when to quit
Max Jun 2019
To prove
Is to reach.

To defeat
Is to accomplish.

To accept,
Is to be set free.
Mind slips away in the fear of losing a bet against the past.
vern Apr 2019
in my pocket you will find
a receipt, some gum
scraps of paper, some change
a wrapper or two
there is a dollar as well,
and finally a book
of unfinished poems.
open the book you will find
words that were written
but soon to be forgotten
by the author who misplaces her mind
she wants to accomplish
even a drabble or two but
sadly she will never finish
for she'll forget that too
along with her ambition
perhaps works are meant to be unfinished
I always try to write. Unfortunately, I'm not very good at finishing what I start. I'm trying to get better and finishing my works. This poem is basically about that. This is for the forgetful people who want to accomplish a lot but either forget to complete their works or lose the will to do so. This is basically my first poem on this website, I hope you like it.
K Balachandran Nov 2018
Ah! that naughty wink,
Could accomplish many things!
Or make one just sink!
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
The same dreams that have sustained you
could be the same ones to
end you.
Not everything that glitters is gold.
Be careful what you dream of, it may come true.
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
It's fine to look back to see how
far you have come. Don't
dwell, the past should
stay behind you.
Don't lost in what could have be. Focus on what shall be.
Thank you for 157 followers! ^-^
The final part of the Lily in the Snow will come out tomorrow!
Thank you so much for the support you give me here, it means the world!
Love you guys!
Lyn ***
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