I CAN'T FAIL!!!
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Failure is high, the way that it holds, it's grasps to the souls, feels like a real ongoing demise
It puts you on low, it throws you to grow, buh ***** it I know, I have to decide
Which way that I go, which feeling to show, when all of the "No's" are filling inside
I'm not my own foe, but inside the dough, of being above is a big compromise

My peak on the rise, look in my eyes, you will see this time, I've come to realize
It wasn't a plan, I wrote this just now, The grim on my face, says I've got to be wise
Needless to write, I gotta sit down, move at the world's pace and move to the side
The failure that's flirting, distractions that are lurking, I gotta keep burning, the zeal inside

I ain't recording, but it feels like there's nothing that's gonna stop me from reaching my prime
Maybe that's why, all of a sudden, I feel it urging to put words that rhyme
When I enter this time, I'm cooking so hard, that I don't look picture perfect but rather look fried
Cos since I'm alive, I just don't see why, I should be behind, when I need to arrive

I sit beneath the willow tree
That wilted, weeping, widow’s tree
That messy, mournful, martyr’s tree
Wishing for a better me.

I am the boughs, so bent and beaten
Desperate, derailed, defeated
Without respite, the worst repeated:
“Failed again, you failed again.”

Once, I was the vibrant green,
A softly serendipitous scene
With smiles now so seldom seen
That one day, might be found again.

I lay within the willow’s shade,
To wait and watch and let her sway,
She holds me in her vined embrace,
And says my goodness still remains.

My heart is breaking because it relies on the futility of my nature,
I fear,
My nature's rigidness to accept oblivion,
Will cause me to loose something very dear,
How long should I run knowing that I'll be caught?,
In my own tragic tale and the borders of my mind,
What I have become is my biggest failure,
I cannot support myself,
Neither do I wish myself well,
Until embraced by tides of warmth,
That have yet to approach,
As what simmers in the ocean of memories is beyond my control,
And helplessly I continue to cherish that one memory of warmth.

In order to perceive yourself as worthy;

How many more achievements must you accomplish?
How many more ‘wins’ must you have?

How many more followers must you have?
How many more likes must you have?
How famous must you be?

How many more characters must you create?
How many more images of yourself must you envision?
How many more masks must you wear?

How many more versions of the ‘self’ you need to create?
How many more ‘to become’(s) must you be?

How many more times must you reinvent yourself?
How many more times must you meet yourself?

How many more of your parts must you hide, silence, ignore, suppress, and crush?

What more must you consume to come to know your worth?
What more must you pretend to be till you allow yourself to ‘just’ be as you are?

There is no amount of ‘doing’ that elevates your self worth
There is no amount of sins that can ever depreciate your worth

The ‘self’ is eternal
The human’s ’worth’ is a sacred eternal gift
A gift that can never be robbed

In this acceptance
There is no longer a chase to actualise the true authentic self into this world

In this acceptance
The magnificent self emerges

Thank you for being here.

By NwK

She is at the front the stage Scared and frightened by the unblinking gaze
Her heart beats wild,too fast and too loud
She is freaking out beneath the crowd

Then the soft murmurs begin, but
She hears them
All of their silent whispers
She wants to shrink, yet
She stands
Waiting for the ground to open

Her mother, disappointed, sighs
Her father,angered,his eyes tight
Her siblings worried, rivals smiling
Judgemental looks on every face

Her breathing increased
All she hears are their demands
"Be better, be the best"
Their voices stuck to her head
Tears starts flowing
She failed
Again she failed

She ran off to the back of the stage
Into the shadows she has always been

Singing by the wayside
Bellowing in the trees
Lovely like a turtle dove
Lives my hopes and dreams

Far away in the mountains
Buried in a box
My hopes and dreams lie dormant
Gated by the locks

Singing hallelujah
To the once gorgeous mural
Can't distinguish paintings
From extreme peril

But the hopes are beautiful like oceans
And they look like stained glass
And although they might be oblivious
They smell like cut grass