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E Copeland Sep 2015
I can't help but wonder
if I will always belong to my emotions.

How long will I be
a prisoner of my depression?
and at the mercy of my anxiety?
How many days will my thoughts
scream behind clenched teeth
and ring deep in my ears?

When will freedom come?
Will I ever know peace?

This war raging within my skull
seems to be killing me.
Leia R Sep 2015
I am a
warrior
But they don't give
A ****

So I fight
The silent battles
To preserve the
Human I am
irsorai Aug 2015
Don’t you ever get tired of being defensive,
on guard,
on the waiting call to strike back and move forward?
Don’t you ever feel restless for a minute of peace in the world,
in yourself?

Another empty whisky bottle lays at the end of that table
and still there’s no hope to be found.

You fight to hold on,
you fight to stay strong.

Finger on the gun,
you’re not going home today.

The fight’s not done,
the war ain’t won.

A man on a ledge, ready to jump.
Copyright © irsorai
Ron Sparks Jul 2015
my scar
etiolate
but my vigor remains
I stand unbowed, unbeaten, and
alive
As a cancer survivor, I am very proud of my scars.  The 10-inch scar along my neck is a badge of honor - of survival.
RW Dennen Jul 2015
Life is a fighter's ring
        your opponent
is life's most downs
        with all its fury
forever challenging us most prevalent surely...

What type glory
         do you choose
when failing your fighter's round?
Do you pick yourself up
            after crashing
                           to the ground?

What glory in rising
          your situation
                   newly found?
What invention
              of yourself
in your up and coming round?

Do your cheering crowds please you
               your real friends know
your need?
Will you rise yourself up
          in a thunderous quickened speed?

So, your fighter's glory in rising
       each bout that you take
Will you rise yourself up
      for your honor is at stake...

-This is why i think that most average are heroes no matter what country-
RW Dennen
farron Jun 2015
and this is how i pick my bones apart.
every layer of skin begins to burn,
there's a bad taste on my tongue from choking back on your name.
i hear the tones drop in my chest, fully involved with my anger inside.

and i wish that roof collapsed.
when does the smoke clear up from the flashover we caused?
there's a tombstone above my bed commending you for killing what was left in me.
no light, no light, and you were trained to move without your vision.

there goes the flag, my final call.
to the monster you were, and he slayed, see you at the big one.
Jodey Ross Jun 2015
I look at you and I see beauty.
The way you look so peaceful as you sleep is simply breathtaking.
The way you smile makes me get that cliche fuzzy feeling in my chest and tummy.
The way you laugh gives me a reason to smile.

I look at you and I see a goofball.
The way you get so serious when you're playing Skyrim is simply priceless.
The way you "dance with me" makes me want to be dancing at our wedding.
The way you make a **** noise with your mouth every time you mess up when you're trying to be serious gives me the giggles.

I look at you and I see a lover.
The way you kiss me is simply exhilarating.
The way you want me makes me shiver.
The way you say you love me gives me butterflies and goosies to this very day.

I look at you and I see a fighter.
The way you keep strong is simply inspiring.
The way you still give me everything I could ever ask for even though you are going through so much makes me want to give you everything I have and more.
The way you kick depressions *** every chance you get gives me aspirations.

I look at you and I see my wifey.
The way you hold me is simply heart-stopping.
The way your body fits perfectly with mine makes me realize we are made for each other.
The way you are always there for me gives me a reason to live.
So, it is two thirty in the morning, I have written three versions of this before I finalized it, and it is finally finished. I could not for the life of me sleep because a certain someone, *cough cough* Stephanie, was running through my head so I decided to write about her. Hope you enjoy it, my love. :*
mk Jun 2015
your hands are calloused
your knuckles raw
your mouth is ******
your opponent on the floor

your heart is broken
your mind is numb
you’ve given up on hope
you don’t know what you’ve become

your victories stem from pain
your power from dismay
your glory from rage
you always knew it’d end up this way

one more fight
one more scar
one more win
to remind you who you are

every now and then
in the middle of a fight
her laugh echoes in your head
it reminds you of the light

the light you once had in your soul
the light which he stole
the light which kept you sane
the light which kept you whole

the thought of her
makes you push harder and faster
memories of her touch
remind you of your happily never after

the last time you saw her
the last time you tasted those lips
you always knew it’d come to an end
but just not like this

so you go in for that extra punch
you train that extra night
you cross the limits one more time
you win every last fight

victory after victory
you’re going through the motions
only you and her know
that you’re devoid of emotion

for a hero you’re called
and a champion as well
the truth is, however,
that you’re just a bitter man going through hell
// in hopes that it never ends this way between us //
Alexandria May 2015
I am a fighter,
unbreakable under their taunts.

I  am an optimist,
seeing that life is not a series of misfortunes.

I am pacifist,
looking for love rather than conflict.

Life is what you make of it,
don't make it bad,
in perception or action,
we can all change it,
together.
I thought we were simple,
and I thought we were capable.
I thought we could work,
but I feel like a ****.
I thought I could be,
that girl you would marry.
Now, here, I don’t even want to be.
I don’t want to be the one
holding your hand
and saying it’s okay.
I’d rather fight my demons
on my own
in my solitude.
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