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Pear Summers Nov 2019
This could be the last chance you have to fly
Do you like the ground want it to pass you by
When you were just a kid and you held your cry
Now you have your voice, don't let it defy.
What you dreamed of, don't let it die
It's not the last goodbye let it be your war cry.
Anthony Feng Nov 2019
It’s time to water my own plants,
It’s time to grow.

It’s time to bandage up
  my own wounds,
It’s time to heal.

It’s time to face my fears,
It’s time to fight.

I’m done sitting around,
I’m done waiting to be saved.

   I’m saving myself,
I’m fighting my own battles.
I’m done waiting. I’m just done with everyone.  I’m fighting my own battles. I don’t need anyone.
Nolan Willett Nov 2019
Battles lost and Wars won
Capsules and Caffeine
Minds warped and souls undone
Dreaming state of being

You listen for what we now may hear
Eternal cosmic mysteries
But a cost paid too dear
Another Pyrrhic victory

Too far now
A mirror opaque
But we’ll make it back somehow
And then we will awake
BEK Nov 2019
the moon demanded our attention
it radiated glowing rings
through a shimmering mist

your eyes were filled with magic
endless glistening stars
captivating every inch of me

the moon had a message
that could not be ignored
despite our efforts to suppress

as certain as the moon is pure and true
there was a profound storm afoot
a downpour

i took a long and deep breath
ensuring that every bit of the cleansing air
became a part of me

i fell into a deep and heavy sleep
the rhythm of the raindrops and the beat of the pounding thunder
composed a lullaby like no other

but, i was pulled out of my heavenly slumber
it was time to wake up and reclaim control
try to find comfort in the wisdom of the weatherman

surely his knowledge eclipses the moon's eloquence
the genuine peace from a lullaby
and the exquisite magnetism between souls
Cynthia Nov 2019
A world so cold
caught in a thunderstorm
it's all we have ever known
pain and suffering
in a world so cold
heartaches and tears
scrolling down
on a radiating storm
furiously and incomprehensible
I used to see everything black and white,
then you woke me
I used to think everything was,
but then you woke me
I used to think of everything black,
but then
You saved me from — a constant battle in the storm.
Max Neumann Nov 2019
the battle for
**** and ******

mind the need to
****

like an old poet a.k.a. copycat
feel me?
Ruheen Nov 2019
War
Did you want a battle?
I'm sorry,
I only do war.
It's more dangerous,
And a hell of a lot
Scarier.
...
William de klerk Nov 2019
I'm not in a hurry
to meet the better part of me

I mean it's a journey
a... self discovery

So...
take it slow,
     after all

you can't get a glimpse
of your face in the mirror
if you run past it in terror

Try and...

Think of the bad
 as a bitter poison
  that we drink so that soon,
hopefully... we become immune
to the toxins in our own head
or risk further blood shed

the choice is yours
fight the wars in your mind
and maybe you'll find a better way
or live in your own turmoil
6 feet beneath the soil
This to me is the struggle to accept yourself as you are , and trying to contend with the things you hate about yourself that plague your mind , the truth is a bitter poison, and so is insecurity and any other battle you have raging on inside your head each day, but regardless of what the battle it is, the result is death if you lose, death of the version of you , you could become , death of  your emotions or I'm some cases literal death. But not all wars need to be fought sometimes we can walk around the war zone.
Jonathan Moya Nov 2019
Stella remembers when  
the Zeros flew thru her backyard
and she saw Pearl Harbor in flames,
blue bodies bouncing on the waves.

Afterward, welders melted
the steel of capsized destroyers
hoping to rescue any
upside down survivors.

Her Billy drafted six months before
would fly Wildcats in the Marshall Islands
and in the Coral Seas never losing a gunner.

At Midway he launched from the Enterprise,
into a fury of collapsing sea foam and mist
part of the 233 fighter planes of
the sleeping giant squadron
filed with a terrible resolve.

The Zero bullets ricocheted
around the open back cabin
and Billy heard the loud groan
and Mike fall asleep as he
flew  on through the fog
of exploding red mushrooms.

He returned safely home to Stella
wrapped in metals and the flag.
She knew from that day that
Zeros would darken her every sky.
Chris Saitta Nov 2019
Here, love is the far proxy of look
- She is dying a distance -
Yours travels from brook to sky
To the heaven wanderings of death in my blood,
The black smoke-congested veins possessed
By the baffled realms of battlefield
By the horrors of the mundane
From this old mouth, emptied of kisses.
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