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Wesley Andrade Sep 2015
My body aches from the physically abuse I put myself through, The pain is only temporary from that point. I go through more... jumping through hoops, battling through the emotions I know that are real. But I get kicked down and pin to the ground. Then, the memories play before me... I see my friends and I laughing, I see me running and training, I see my fiance hugging me and kissing me...

I fight to keep her safe, she makes everything worth it. She held me when I was down, gave me meaning, she even forgave me when I hurt her...

I can't stop now. All I care about is being able to see her again, hug her close, kiss her, and marry her. She IS my other half. So, don't ever say farewell to her. Don't ever say good-bye, that means you are ready to let go... Instead, say "talk to you later" or "see you soon". That way, you assured yourself that you will be able to see and speak with her...

So, until we meet again

-W. Andrade
V Sep 2015
Slit my wrists?
I won't.

Smoke cigarettes?
I don't.

Run away?
I can't.

Cry all night?
I have.

Think of dying?
I do.

Face the truth?
I did.

Suicide?
-Never.*


GieAn Jul 2015
Once you've reached
the end of the rope,
tie a  knot
then hang on it.
There is really no end
if you know
within yourself,
with your heart
you can extend
.
Damian Murphy Jun 2015
I may not have set the world on fire,
But neither have I gone down in flames!
Within me remains a burning desire
To achieve every one of my aims.
Damian Murphy May 2015
Fed up with your lot?
Focus on what you have got;
Not what you have not

Through trouble and strife
Find the good things in your life;
Concentrate on those.

How strong we can be
Only in adversity  
Can we truly see
Three shorts combined
AJ Apr 2015
Life wants to slow me down
But I'm sprinting all the way to the crown
Boy I used to be lost at every turn
Demeanor of a James Bond
What every boy yearns
I wish to paint pictures
Cant draw so I'll do it through scriptures
Nightmares dominating good dreams
Evil gobbling up my good sleep
Result of a disturbed subconscious
Be yourself, this ain't no contest
Do yourself, you don't need context
bluestarfall Apr 2015
I have been living in these huts lately,
As this life seems aimless and desultory,
Slowly flowing like the splash of drops over the board,
Hallelujah . For me, it's still our God's handwritten story.

Two cents quietly sit in my little pockets ,
And they still fit perfectly in each,
Same as our feelings, as they huddle around our hearts,
Occupying the bijou portions and trying not to leach.

I will hold on till the day, staggering away,
In my tattered clothes, till the color withers and my story stales,
Lingering in the huts, with a hue of nostalgia,
Ailing but not wailing, after a series of massive fails.

Before God finishes writing my story,
I believe he will hand me the pen, its a fact, not a lie,
And with you by my side, I will scribble my glory,
I'll dress you your Gossamer, and myself a Suit and a tie.
There is always a story written for everyone, and as they say, there is always a room for improvement too. Stay fearless and set your mark. Don't let the silence or the hardships alter your way.
I swallow it whole, with a swig of whisky down it goes. Maybe i wont put on a show this time. Maybe I'll pass out before the alcohol gets a hold of me and i take off my clothes. Maybe i should take a few more pills, Another fist full of pills with a little help from my friend jack down they go. My vision gets blurry and i feel like everything is rushing around me in a hurry. So in a scurry i run to my bed hopefully i didnt take to much and i pass out dead i stop before i get there and i grab my head in hopes for the spinning to stop but it doesnt everything just keeps twirling like a top i reach to unlock my door but i fall to the floor in a drunkin fury i barge in my room ****** at everything i lay in bed with the hopes of sobering up soon I shut my eyes as time passes i feel like i begin to die the pills take ahold and i feel like a comet zooming threw space seeing all the stars and looking at all my scars, scars you've caused even though you use to be my number one star, My sun my universe,  my everything but now your my nothing and it makes me sick, sick enough to ***** and stop this suicidal craze and began my journey back home through this universal maze
bluestarfall Feb 2015
Fly
The journey seems to be bumpy, sometimes a dusky road,
Carrying the burdens, weighing our sins like a miserable toad,
Some pursue their passion, some pursue their degree,
Whatever the reason maybe,
Unclog your way, cruise over the hardships and set yourself free.
You'll be miffed by the mistakes you did,
Selling out wet pillows you'll weep and sow a depression seed,
And there will arrive times,
When they will doubt you, and you will doubt yourself,
But don't.. Don't ever doubt your devotion,
Grab the momentum and roll in the motion,
Though, squeamishness will thrive,
Remember the dream and thank him because you are alive,
Value every second, trade your life for it,
Open up your feathers, escape the pit,
Death invites everybody, someday you'll be gone,
Even the sun will set forever, there won't be any dawn,
Something belongs to you, its your throne,
With the choices you made, go fly,
*Fly till the horizon.
Remember the reason for your existence.
mae Jan 2015
Someone once told me that it was okay to cry.
I opened up, sharing my deepest secrets and insecurities, and she simply left. I guess she was one of them. One of the people who are fine examples of giving up.

Someone once asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up,
I told them I wanted to help. Then they laughed,
claiming helping would never get me through life. Saying I could never become someone who saved lives.

Someone once helped me through the deep end, swearing on their life they'd never tell a single soul. I got confronted one day, and my entire world collapsed. I lost complete trust, I was lost and betrayed.

Someone once promised me that I could do anything and everything. And that was the day my life turned around. I had faith, not only in myself, but in the road ahead.

That someone was me.
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