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Jeremy Betts Sep 2024
You want to fight?
Alright
Let me get your gloves
And tie my hands behind my back
Because there's no point in a counter attack
You don't care
That's fact
Every word i say to you is just thin air
Arguing that all your low blows are fair
And your violence twords me?
It's all acceptable crazy
And my "FUUCK YOU!" retort is blasphemy
i have to accept your every issue
Acknowledge what you have and are currently going through
And for the most part i do
But when it comes to anything to do with me
All of a sudden you can't see
What happened to "we"?
Conveniently disappearing quickly
Replaced with a lowly "me"
This isn't a reality that i want to live anymore
So this time when i paddle out i'll sink the ore
There'll be no more attempts to return to shore

©2024
Jeremy Betts Sep 2024
Don't tell me that's it,
That vague speck over yonder
A classic rabbit food metaphor,
Dangling in my line of sight forever
A couple clicks past my ability to care
And six feet beneath every single nightmare
I sense it senses I'm past the point of repair
And headed nowhere
It mocks my thousand-yard stare
The hidden damage from trying to fight fair
Habitually a day late and a dollar short of the right fare
But you know what they say about fair

©2024
Steve Page Sep 2024
Is nothing sacred?
Is nothing enthralling?
Is nothing worth sacrifice?
Is nothing worth fighting for?

I clench my battered fists
I shift the weight of sword and shield
I feel the press of brothers in arms
I cheer in chorus
I know the answer
It has always been, 'Yes!'
"When we go before Him, God will ask, "Where are your wounds?" And we will say, "I have no wounds." And God will ask, "Was there nothing worth fighting for?"
Allan Boesak
QueenOfTheAshes Sep 2024
Too much fury
Forgot to tell the jury
This ain't a fair fight
In the dawn of night.

Alone in the cold
Felt my bones getting old
Might've given up
Forgive me,
I let it all in the hands of
God.
Jeremy Betts Sep 2024
Sometimes when lost in thought
It's a struggle to get back
Bearings don't exist in this mangled plot
Keep jumping off track
Connections gone, surely I've lost a dot
Probably more than that
I was taught too take your shot
I find myself on the attack
Not sure if it was the good fight I fought
Regardless,
I still fell through the crack
The one thing that was not taught
Is what you'll loose if and when you fall flat

©2024
Antonia Sep 2024
Half of me
has given up
and the other half
hasn’t even started yet
it’s always been like this
myself vs. myself

the battle of two stubborn selves

they take turn
in winning fights
I’m so confused and tired
to root for both
each time

It’s a twisted game.

I play myself.
Rachit Khurana Aug 2024
Mom and Dad were at it again, their voices echoing through the house. It was like watching a storm brewing, dark clouds gathering and threatening to unleash a torrent of anger. The kids huddled in their rooms, their hearts pounding with fear.

The fight seemed endless, a vicious cycle of accusations and recriminations. It was as if they were two ships passing in the night, unable to find common ground or see each other's point of view. The air was thick with tension, and the children could feel the strain in their bones.

They longed for the storm to pass, for the peace and harmony that had once filled their home. But as the hours turned into days, it became clear that the conflict was far from over. The wounds were deep, and the scars would take time to heal.
Why can't everything be normal?
QueenOfTheAshes Aug 2024
What's control
If not a need for love to show
Bring it up, blow it up
Nothing's ever good enough

Look at me so I can be free
It's the only way I know how to be me
If there is no mirror,
How can I see clearer?

Hold me tight, save me from
my inner fight
On my own, I just drown
every night.

I curse and swear
Light candles and **** away
But it never goes my way
So I keep putting on a play.
Spelz Aug 2024
We were embers of danger embedded in
plight

We threw gender to blenders and begun a new fight

We surrendered our splendor to sleep for the
night

But our nightmares still tendered their souls for
The light
One lacks many things in community. 
Survives mostly with anxiety. 
Poverty is the word for that. 
To overcome it, education is a must. 
All should drink water without impurities.
 
Everybody should donate to charity. 
Then an amount can be spent with certainty. 
Employment gives a lot of trust. 
Fight Poverty
 
Free health care for all, without disparity Childwood nutrition care with equality
Should be taken care of with some trust. 
In a democracy, what should we entrust? 
Remove poverty with more clarity. 
Fight Poverty
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