Once upon some whispers
There was a lonely girl
She had a cat with purple whiskers
With it, she liked to twirl
She was called the dark sheep
Of her family
Those words would hurt her deep
As she always felt dark agony
She wasn't planned or wished for
And when she missbehaved
She was reminded of it
Though her heart, would never cave.
She always held her head high,
She made some friends as well
Her throat was always dry
From painful words, unsaid…
She finally grew up
And she was so beautiful
She never looked to us
As she thought she's unsuitable
Until one sunny day
A boy with a funny t-shirt
Walked his cat with purple whiskers
And made her look his way
Smiling,he told her about her beauty,
As well about her past
That she should keep the best from it,
The good memories that last
To feel what made her tougher
To shed her doubts and fears
To voice the unspoken anger
To shed sad and happy tears
He told her life's not fair
She might lose a friend or two
But in the end to not despair
Even that has a meaning too
Maybe that friend fulfilled the purpose
To make her tough, like Iron Girl,
To feel like she's a new person
To learn new things about herself.
I was looking into the city,
that is why it took a long time to see
little peace within this brilliant time.
During those concrete days,
the mouth of magic was alive.
"the kingdom of life drizzled over new new Zealand"
That very moment the smallest of fractions
crashed over cinematic barriers
the beats of the week.
Along the coast of membranes
piled into black circles
the foam came out
hour after hour.
Under that super moon buffet,
the options were cast into iron
melting away at the chips
and smoothing its edges.
The weather seemed too busy,
and the canyons would fall.
Lacerations boiled up over
the cracks in the brimstone
and into the people's websites.
When we checked on the gardeners
the questions couldn't be answered
or understand what was really going on.
Then came time for the sun,
he was wondering what to wear
and I was very impressed
with the latest styles and colors.
He turned my luck on a whim,
And I swiftly measured my way back home.
Words only cut skin-deep if you
Don't take anything to heart.
i am inevitable
i am inevitabl
i am inevitab
i am inevita
i am inevit
i am inevi
i am inev
i am ine
i am in
i am in
i am i
i am i
i am ir
i am iro
i am iron
i am iron m
i am iron ma
i am iron man
I am Iron Man
Iron, Iron you're my friend.
You lifted my hemoglobin.
But I need also C vitamin for active effect.
This life isnt marvel cinematic universe
Where superheros saving you from the villain
In this life, night time has become my morning
And morning time has become my night time
I am stuck on depression time zone
Where i wake up from nightmare to nightmare
Where my minds start to confuse whats real and whats on my mind
Where i cant find a button to silence my own thoughts
Where people stare's undressed me
How could they save me even if its a superhero movie
When the villain lives in me
Maybe i cant be saved,
Because pain has became my comfort
Because hope terrifies me
The Iron Will
So how strong and Long it endures.
The Universe Welded such
together by the sun.
Forged by Metals from Above
The soul is a force
Strengthened by the fellowship
Of this one.
A Brighter toll
Riches, from such, that shall never die.
It never remains cold
It might grow older...
However, it shall last forever.
For as one
The brighter suns
The Iron Wills
Are forged, together.
Stay with me
Until the end.
This is just the beginning of the journeys
Of the soul
We are flames that fire up
The steel factories
That, with such energies, it shall always mend.
i take shelter in your grooves
growing stronger in the curves
like whetstones smoothing and sharpening me down
to make a fine point
i wanted you to build with me
see if this rust
can turn into something beautiful
to see if rust
can be turned to gold
Gold shines just as brilliantly as silver or bronze
achievements for the greatest of them all
standing on podiums, they show-off their medals.
Well gold, silver, and bronze shine
just as much as tin or iron
even the cheapest of plastics can be made to reflect light.
Will your champion know what is really gold
or will they be distracted by how it glitters?
No, not all winners are fools.
But the best of them all can determine
the metal of their medals.
There's no real structure to these poems, but that's okay. I like them just fine.