The moon
one night
was bored
it asked the sun
to play ball
the game was on
Both played strong
Counting stars
to keep score

Using first
the brightest
each inning
Then the ones
Slowly dimming
It was hard to tell
as some stars fell
they lost count
on who was winning

rather than starting over
the moon lied
about the number
Scattering
some stars
Even counting
mars
It proved
to be
the loser

The sun got heated
fighting
enough of the moon
cheating
The tally was a lie
So the sun wiped the sky
The score
was back to zero
by morning
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I've been down that tune
that competition sings

All the accolades to garner
material, useless things

I'll prefer to wander
the hills and all the streams

No one, no where to fight
a life, truth and freedom bring

The drawing of the poison
may take more than days and years

Heeding the dire warnings
abandoning all my doubts and fears

I can say I've done the deed
won, even through the pain

Feelings lost, nerves long burned
losses that
remain
;D
I was raised the middle son of three
we fought over nothing real
after all, it's just Risk
and Monopoly
hani aqil Mar 21
sometimes I get
caught
in my ambition; a

venus fly-trap.

people are only
numbers on paper to cull
paintings on canvas to crush
medals, trophies, certificates to
crumble, burn,
charred broken ash;

flies to squash.
JT Dec 2017
Perhaps I can say it was my passion
To think vividly and put that picture into a composition
To come up with silly adjectives and a strong emotion
But perhaps, I was wrong about that notion

This system that has corrupted me
Where compassion is much like the dead sea
Those students that hide their knowledge and secrets
All being sly and sitting beside their best bets

Reaching out a hand seems quite a challenge
With incapability to pick up a lecture seems like an overwhelming package
People were fascinated with lessons such as "competitive advantage"
When deep down inside, I was already damaged

Thank you, for creating a war inside my head
That expressing myself would be a dread
So judge me if I loathe this useless algorithm
Because in these words I now struggle to find the perfect rhythm

-j.t.
revised apr 16, 2016
Chloe Chapman Jul 2016
capable but unmotivated,
love being different, hate being misunderstood,
impulsive long term planner.
strange mix of super private and open book.
rational yet unrealistic.
great at giving advice, bad at following it.
arrogant, but painfully aware of my flaws
sure of myself, yet unassuming
introverted extrovert,
rigorous yet care-free,
perpetual loner with tons of friends.
energetic but lazy,
sensitive, yet cold hearted
gregarious yet studious,
intelligent but spacey,
personal, yet detached.
unhealthy, yet understanding therapist,
competitive mediator.
The optimist who just wants to see the world burn.
Where do I fit in?
Curses of an ENTP
Gavin Barnard Apr 2015
Conkeldurr, bisharp,
Clefable, Heatran,
Flying washer named Rotom-Wash
And a god of the dirt called Landorus-T
Make up my team of pokemon and me.

Lead with Lando, nicknamed Konietzko,
U-turn back and set the tempo.

Super-speedy, Choice Scarf needy,
Crazy hasty heatran known as The Heat
And his sheer nuking power of overheat.

Clefable, also known as, well, just Clefable
Is the great fairy in charge of turning the tables
When something twists my team to be unstable.

Rotom-wash is a magic floating washing maching
That manages to poke at the creators creativity.
I named him Rubix Cube
For how many heads he can abuse.

Conk isnt just some fluff,
He can do great things and stuff
And goes far beyond the snuff.

Bisharp has become much less obsolete,
For enemy teams he rushes to deplete
By embedding a whole lot of deciet
Without causing somebody to click delete.

Offensive pressure is our strategy
Cause stall teams hate you and me.
A volt-turn core and nothing to lose
Makes me the strongest, don't refuse.
These people made their own pokemon league, which I am the champion of.

This wasnt meant to be a good poem, just some fun thing.
Nanna Harrow Jun 2014
Where would we be
If our world weren't so competitive?
Ashley Somebody Apr 2014
I never thought that
I could be competitive
Until I came here.

— The End —