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Ryan Clark Jan 2013
My breath
has long fleeted my lungs;
My body
is crippled tirelessly by pain;
My mind
begs for this moment to cease  

This is the moment to yield

Yet I press on...
Through the exhaustion.
Through my faltering muscles.
Through the wall of debilitation

My back is against the wall

Yet I will continue on...
Pass the limits of possibility.
Pass the boundaries of condition.
Pass the ambiguity of self.
'Till I have defeated my enemy
'or I stand before the gates of Valhalla.

My rival hits the floor

Regardless...
I can never accept Defeat
When its only separated from Victory
By a thin
           fine
               line.

I ascend its threshold
Not sure this one holds up to its predecessor, but when do they ever. Am I right!?!  ... Any way
Found without a face,
embraced,
entranced by one another through fate,
bound by eternity,
time,
and space,
rebuilt from crumbled dust,
fighting through crumpled trust.
When two separate paths intertwine
on your timeline these factors unknown
meet to complete and signify the universe
is on your side.

Open wide eyed.

Follow through with fortitude as this
happens less closer to death when you
transcend to the end.
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Joseph Jun 2019
I wish I could go back in time,
To when you were still here;
To when we laughed, and cried, and smiled together;
To when you were still mine.

I wish I could go back to bliss,
To when we were inseparable;
To when our eyes would lock and we would both be lost;
To the feeling of your kiss.

I wish I could go back into the comfort of your love when I remembered how to smile and I remembered how to laugh and I remembered how to control what I was thinking in my head and keep my irrational thoughts and fears from encroaching on my life and blitzing through my heart and soul and keep from rambling to myself about things that shouldn't matter while I'm going off on tangents rambling on and on and on as my instability just grows and grows and I lose what little semblance of control that I had left.

...

But I know that things may never be the same
Because fate just had to push us apart.
And I know that we are sent off separate ways
To explore these blank new maps we've yet to chart.

I know that I am stronger.
I can stand up on my own.
I don't need to waste my time and energy
on an emotional crutch.

I know our time together
will be a wonderful memory
and through my life as I press on forward
I can remember back to you and me.

I hope you can look back in time,
To when you were still here.
And you look back like me on all those blissful times,
To see what we could have been.
Song from a larger musical I am writing. I am a musician and not usually a creative writer. I am more than happy for any and all constructive feedback.
Kate Jun 2019
The wind of death follows me
But I run, snaking through trees
Dodging, immortal

A marked child
Banking lives for debt

The horizon is topaz or citrine
Like an Omen hand delivered
If it's even there

The night is a whole year long
I'm an animal inside out

Surrounded by heavy columns
My mind cannot be overtaken
I have built
an internal citadel in the dark
James Rives May 2019
My sunlight burgeons,
burns, brightens, sears, and sees all.
I'm the son of light.
Mark Boschi Apr 2019
today,
when you awaken
you will stretch your limbs out wide,
give this new slate a hug,
let it know that it will be yours for the taking.

undoing this new chapter with a clear conscience and an open heart,
your pen will overflow with compassion and fortitude.
you will shed your burdens,
emerge anew
as you whisper,
"I forgive.”

Mark  Boschi
This is my first entry to Savannah Brown's Escapril poetry project! Nothin' fancy.
Lindy Sep 2018
Sing

I plead with you not to speak except to break the air and sing
Bring forth the heart that is listening
Dutiful to your passion, fulfilled, holding aloft that which can never be still;
The jagged heartbreak, the quavering schill calling plaintively, "Are you coming for me?"
...
"Are you coming back for me?"

And you reject the old bylines, criticisms, cataclysms of popular opinion
Noise buzzing within you turns to vibration
And you know
I have always been here

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Grasp that which they say cannot be held
And continue as if no one is watching
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