he calle me a warrior just because i lived a life harder than his
others commented that's the easiest recipe of being a warrior
and here i am thinking they have not even lived through my struggles neither they've faced my ordeals nor felt my pain
how they have a right to just pass words that will stab like little needles on my existence
making me stand as a question' in front of everyone's eyes where my answers will be treated as invalid even before i will say them
that's not a warrior in their eyes but a girl whose moves is out of their calculations they just see me as nothing and want me to believe that too
sadly, i am not easily influenced by someone's words as i had so many problems to learn from what was best for me and i would call myself the queen who is skilled in turning girls like me into an invlaid format they can't decode
I tried to assemble The pieces of Osiris But all the stars aligned so That i should fail again
I tried to revive the Body of Lazarus but the tomb had swallowed The words of the messiah.
Long rang the bell My soul had come to bitter end Desperate chants blood does glimmer on their hands Hammers dance on nails They urge the dead to stay contained Slayer eats the slain Til the end of time til last of days
I struggle to awaken I'm morally brain dead But all the ****** effort sticks me to the ground
The burden of Atlas Lays on my two shoulders if I drop my sky will anyone notice
Long live the king The reaper hand in hand with me choir commence to sing heaven weeps for apathy Hades take away All the strife and all the pain Pie Jesu Domine dona eis requiem.
Pie Jesu Domine, dona eis requiem- Merciful Lord Jesus grant them eternal rest -This one is about futile attempts to right the wrongs and getting crushed in the process. also *Osiris- Egyptian god of the dead/underworld *Lazarus-The dude revived by Jesus *Hades-Greek god of the underworld *Atlas- Titan cursed to carry the heavens on his shoulders lest they fall down
Isn’t it incredible? How i fall in love With a different thing Every day. Yesterday, it was your laugh. Today, it is your memory. And tomorrow maybe, Just maybe, It would be our communion; Beyond the shackles of worldly ordeal.
My love Ye who went away When the scorching summer heat descended And the freezing winter snow crept in All, with one accord
When uncertainty struck Between love and hate Smiling and frowning Staying and leaving Committing and being free Laughing, but never crying Between happiness and unhappiness Between the heat and the chill All at the same time
Now that's all you showed on the surface When in your heart of hearts The honest uncertainty there was to feel Was between leaving and sailing away What a caring and loving predicament It was not that much of a choice life gave you Now, was it?
You pushed me so hard and urgently, away You longed to hear the words come from me That I was leaving and was grateful for everything So you could be left with a clear conscience With the pretence I was the one who wanted to leave
Oh don't you think I recognized How soon you always wanted to get rid of me When you always handed the on/off switch to me How often you'd hit me with the classic speech, "It's not you, it's me" Then you blatantly said "If it costs you your peace Then it's too expensive" But I was all yours you didn't have to buy And I was the cheapest you would find on the land That's why, maybe, you pushed me out Who wants cheap stuff these days anyway?
But your love is your love, You choose who you want to seize it away from And who you can't wait to give it to next We called it quits, it was a win for you Apparently I was the stubborn cloud That laid between you and your sunshine
And it's not I was too proud to beg The whole ordeal left me unsure if I'd be heard Unsure that if I came around once more You wouldn't throw me to shame Still we couldn't make it through thick Oh ye, my beloved Ye who went away
Mongi C. Nkabindze
There's only a limited things we can stop from happening. A heart is one of the most difficult treasure to convince to stay.
You congratulate me On every... tiny... victory Like I am tiny, like I'm a baby Whose cheerio bowl is emptied On time with the finale of your meal And cheered on when I'm not whiny When fighting this or that ordeal And like a parent to a child You tell me that you're proud of me As if YOU get the reward of pride As though you built my profile But through all your ignorance... I smile Entertained by anything shiny.
You didn't make me into this fighter. But I do hope you're inspired. You barely know me.