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Criss-cross, Wandering Rocks
Scylla and Charybdis I cross.

At the crossroads where I walk,
Which path do I go, am I lost?

What is evil, what is light?
The courtier chose silk or samite?

Do our leaders know, or do we fight?
What exactly is wrong and what is right?
noren 3d
In the foggy mirror
of a thought,
the invisibility
of a vague
dilemma reflects
The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness,
And joy have flown by.

People I loved,
Have come and have gone,
But the world never stopped,
And we all carried on.

Life wasn't easy,
And the struggles were there,
Filled with times that it mattered,
Times I just didn't care.

And now as I grow older,
It's become very clear,
Things I once found important,
Were not why I was here.

And how many things,
That I managed to buy,
Were never what made me,
Feel better inside.

And the worries and fears,
That plagued me each day,
In the end of it all,
Would just fade away.

But how much I reached out,
To others when needed,
Would be the true measure,
Of how I succeeded.

And how much I shared,
Of my soul and my heart,
Would ultimately be,
What set me apart.

And what's really important,
Is my opinion of me,
And whether or not,
I'm the best I can be.

And how much more kindness,
And love I can show,
Before the Lord tells me,
It's my time to go.

© Pat A. Fleming
I chanced upon this poem, and made some amendments to it. Sometimes I wonder: Am I using my time wisely? Or am i just wasting my time away? What else can I do to make my life more meaningful?
School gets me really caught up, and my hobbies too, so these days I hardly spent time reading ***'s word. I feel guilty about that, about not being consistent, about not making a lot of effort to grow my faith in Him.
I'm overwhelmed, I'm stuck in a spot. I have come to find out that I really have a passion in music, in songwriting, singing, arranging, dancing, and people say I have the looks too. I go for lessons, courses, and even have my own mini recording studio (which is coming soon). Since this year I've been pondering about whether I should go to Korea and pursue my dreams, and i'm just about the age to go there, audition and be a trainee, but there's the pros and cons. The language is not the problem, but my family thinks my dreams are just because I'm hot-headed and they seem to not support me. So whenever anyone asks me what my ambition is, I'll say that i want to be a lawyer, prosecutor, doctor etc. When will i ever be able to reveal to everyone my real ambition and dream?... *** please help me to trust in Your perfect plan for me, and that opportunities will come if it is truly Your will, because after all, I'm a 13 year old

¬ to those who bothered to read my distress, thank you :)
Eugene Isahi Nov 16

You call me a friend, as you pull out a knife
You stab me in the back, not once but twice
Friends for life, but that’s a straight up lie
You aint gotta clue, about Ride or Die

I’m surrounded by wolves that are dressed like sheep
Telling straight lies, dry snitching on me
Claiming it wasn’t you, behind the line up glass
You straight pointed out me, to save your own ***

I’d rather sweat buckets, to search out peace
Than spilling gallons of blood, fighting demons in me
The battle continues, frighten the anger within
It’s a full time job, dealing with FAKE *** FRIENDS

Ever time I think I know, what you’ll do next
You end up selling me out, for a yard or less
You made you a dollar, so I’m screaming again
You’re a straight up punk, a FAKE *** FRIEND      

I can sit and formulate a plan in my head
Take a ****** shot; make your FAKE *** DEAD
Now I’m on the run, a fugitive at large
Aint a FAKE *** FRIEND around, worth taking a charge

Their a dime a dozen, you can find them anywhere
Just don’t be fooled, because its buyer beware
It’s a known street rule, don’t say it wasn’t said
Because FAKE *** FRIENDS, usually wined up dead

But ill take what *** gave me common sense, and walk away
It’s a soft *** move, but Ill write another day
Not locked up covered up, dealing with my sins
Nothing wrong with cutting off, a FAKE *** FRIEND

Aint a chick or dude around, can’t relate to what I’m saying
We all had friends, which were straight perpetrating
Saying they got our back, all the way to the end
Same ole same ole, just a FAKE *** FRIEND

So now I ride solo, I know it’s a risk
If push comes to shove, Ill add my girl to the list
Now I’m RICH and FAMOUS, and you wanna make amends
But as I told you before, **** FAKE *** FRIENDS!
Penelopejayde Oct 21
if i’m not an artist what
on earth am I?
if i’m not an artist why
am i here?
if i’m not an artist now
then when?
if i’m not an artist why
can’t I be?
Am I an artist?
A girl is lost..
The girl whom I love & admire the most
Is lost.
Lost in the deep woods.
There are lots of ferocious animals in these woods..
The poisonous DOUBT,
The mighty DEPRESSION,
The wicked SUSPICION
The treacherous HATRED.
She's really vulnerable and can't even defend herself.
I'm afraid she might get lost in this jungle forever.
No one has ever come back from this jungle, once lost.


There's always a way.
A ray of hope.

I'm waiting on the edge of the woods, showing her the path with all the light I have and waiting for her to hold my hand.
But that would only be possible when she would make the effort of picking herself up and just walk in the direction of my light.
I can't do it alone because she ran away to hide herself, unaware of the upcoming dangers.
So, I'll wait here on edge of the woods.
Hoping that she would come one day.
It's been a while since I've talked to that girl whom I used to love. I am talking to a girl but she isn't the same girl. Some disguised person. She's lost.
daniellaap Oct 7
currently in a battle with a dream
I have not expected to be this hard,
to be this complicated & mind-wrecking
until I realized, I'm trapped

trapped inside a prison cell
fighting for glory without strength, without drive
I'm beginning to feel my flesh, my soul
gradually turning black, burning down

this is not what I wanted, what I wished for
maybe this is not for me
i'm failing, falling too many times,
too tired to get up again and again

years passed, this is the last
I wonder if I am to escape atlast
before the time ticks too fast,
that I'll perish into bones and pass
Gods1son Sep 29
Distressing peace
Discomforting ease
Troubling serenity...
That's how I feel
When I have wronged you
And you choose to ignore it
Easterly Sep 7
*** is above
Of all and other things
Adam bit the apple,
Who had all this vision seen?

Follow the Lord or follow the horde?
Even one was heavy then,
Chastening in a trembling Eden;
A coiled serpent yawning in each head.
Easterly Sep 5
My soul clanks when the hammer of Truth hits
And beflats my whole existence, that rusty one sits
On the anvil, there I lie half conscious, half sleep stricken,
My Smith hurls and my soul clanks!
Had I been plastic rust wouldn't dare to touch it!
I would be perfect to be moulded into a dummy,
A gentle lifeless creature, dancing on the notes of their fingers,
Loved and longed, and the sleep's harbinger;
In a sick fluke as metal I was sent,
Strong against storms yet vulnerable to the wind.

O my Smith! Would you make a tool out of me?
Or am I long gone? An useless fish out of the pond?
Are my pores too many? O my Smith! Hit me
Until I be the sword of a king's ****.
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