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Stalwart Dull Oct 2020
She was full of courage when it comes to challenge
As she face problem on every stage
But she gets tired and it's strange
And so she did, she made a change

She always show her side of weakness
When it comes to the stage of darkness
She felt nervous and selfless
Knowing that she is nothing but disappointments
Simon Jul 2020
When you measure something once, it doesn't always go the way you fully expected. Nor was it how you solely intended for its very actions to not solidify your commands very nicely, either. That's exactly why you need to measure those very commands twice, or else those very actions (which became the dreary outcome beyond both your own expectations and how you never intended it to go the exact opposing opposite way you truly "not so wisely" measured it, the first time). All this isn't as solidifying or even unifying when you shed the costs of the simple mistakes that turn into even more dreary outcomes! Either ahead of time, or entirely beforehand. (Since sometimes the most basic mistakes of our very actions towards our very messy commands, shows we perceive the outcome ahead of time, instead of taking it easy once and a while to urge our decisions beforehand...just in case.) You need to make utter sure when (the next time comes around) too measure things twice...from NOW ON!
Actions, commands, outcomes... There ALL the same for why it doesn't make ANY difference at all...when all you need to do (the next time comes around) is too measure things twice!
Hollow Steve Dec 2019
Mispronounced chaos sways
With its ellipsis misplaced
And taking away
Its own verdict
That was left displayed
Its own hole
From displacement
Carrying concrete
Like broken shoulder blades
Deteriorating outcomes
Commonplace is then found
In its unity
Disuniting it all
Sillo Anderson Aug 2019
Words turn to flesh
Fabricated by the many times you wished
For another daughter to exist
Utmost confession in its midst
I know your darkest secrets.
Wild eyes have seen, what wrongs you have entailed in
Another life will hear of acclaimed achievements
But the truth grows all fruits
And roots are always true.
So be wary in how you choose
To treat a human as equal as you.
For Patience knows how, to play along too.
Sillo Anderson Jul 2019
Pilot through my everything
See what envy has taken
Mold closely the wrongs and rights of trying
And say what you see fit to be accomplished
But never stoop below your own silence
And stigmatized failure as a lost in denial
But corner hope and stay strong
For what has been done
Will be done again.
And even though memories carry debts
Pilot on through everything
Make triumph in what society condemns  
And build the future in acceptance
Sillo Anderson Jul 2019
Tired souls are brave
Despite how sedated life has wailed
Cleansing sins that weigh down on our feels
Leaving only an image of what one wishes to see
But prudent are our hopes
Of never being below a sinking hole
As time reflects upon our silly ways
And preposterous are the blood that makes us whole.

Giving sense to what life holds
We seek out love from rotten souls
And ******* at the results we hold
Sillo Anderson Jun 2019
You got big dreams
Full of sight and visions that never die
With heavy doubts you fetch until its time
To say it was worth your every fight
I respect thee
For many have said to be the one
But never shown how struggles have run
To reach a line, shaded in disguise
You got big dreams
My little one.
Sillo Anderson Jun 2019
Happiness mocks at strength
Building thin, concepts of a friend
Dreaming wild an outlook of life
But filled with anger of whom one must deny.
I’m not at lost in a changing world
But strained by how much I’ve giving to all.  
Soon bravery will out do its call
And insanity shall uplift what I’ve lost
Only then shall respect know it’s home
And favour never what comes unsure
Sillo Anderson May 2019
Never have I, seen hate so divine
Pouting at the presence of hurt
Feeling only what favors have grown
As my entities knows not of fear.

For every minute, it has grown unveiled
Exposing only what dreams should feel
But am I rare in histories eyes
Or have I breached the self esteem line.

Pleading for freedom in its prime
Sorting only by what lies I have signed
But now I have seen,
Hate more divine, than the growth of families who denies.
Sillo Anderson Apr 2019
I have seen the scorn of womanhood
Felt the seclusion of motherhood
Visualized the feelings of being misunderstood
But through it all, I have been left to doubt
The peels of life and every strip that dies.

And with time as keeper of my embalm future
I’m left to discern what more I can take
From family and faith.

Neglecting patience of how fast hope can play
Residing in the calmness of my past at stake
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