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Desire Mar 2019
Sail over salty seas full of sorrows.
Soar above crying clouds full of pain.
Swim under dark depths of unseen tomorrows.
Still, somehow, a victory you may obtain.
So persevere.

@desire.is.dope
2-28-19
0022HRS
WINNING ISNT EASY
PERSEVERE through storms, trials, and sufferings...
@desire.is.dope
2-28-19
0022HRS
Astraea Mar 2019
"everything is set in stone," they lie

bold-faced they be
as they look you in the eye

in the presence of evil,
one must not cower

for even through
cracks of cement
rises a flower
Carl Webb II Jan 2019
bent over backward
to meet the requirements,
halo got caught in
afield, full of thorns.

was stranded, was folded,
with pressure,
was molded,
revealed and refocused,

a diamond of scorn.
Asiah Mangham Dec 2018
Ultimately, I love me more.
I'll no longer blame myself for my own disappointment. I'll cherish me more for the perseverance of me.
I'll love you forever and always
TheSaneSaloon Oct 2018
To  paper and pen, he goes again.

To find some truth, or whatevers
akin.
Yet, he writes in circles, no telling where to begin.
His questions grow louder, approaching wits end.
His answers slip through, fingers broken with sin.
Theres so many voices, and none to befriend.
So lost in a world, that continues to spin.

If he could only know,
As long as theres breath,
He's destined to win.
The weight of my world has felt crippling lately.
knowing where to turn has been unfruitful.
At times like these, I tend to whisper "Jesus"
Joshua R Wood Oct 2018
I awoke in that dark forest, wounded...
My bow broken and bound at my wrists...
My thoughts and memories as hazy as the shadows around me
A soft mist settled around the trees...no breeze
Then I heard it:
Nachash...moving in the tree above me
I could only see the dark light shining off his scales
Imbalanced scales and skewed perspectives
A forked tongue
Dropping from the tree before me, Nachash reared up
I was surprised to find his face mangled, as though crushed
The bruise on my heel surged forth a memory
We stared at one another for some time - his hatred heavier than the mist
I don't know what my expression held for him...disdain? Contempt?
I felt no fear, and perhaps that frustrated the fallen form before me
"You have nowhere to run...nowhere to go, little king...you are bound"
I could not remember where I was or how I got here; how was I bound?
I couldn't see; not even beyond the trees - the dark and mist too thick
He saw me scanning
"Into the dark, child of God?" he spat
"Yes, run blind...I will not stop you"
I sat motionless, trying to remember...
Running? No. I'm not here to run.
"You are alone in this...everyone has gone, leaving you..."
"Where is your great love, child of God?"
I was missing something, but his words did not feel right...
I was not abandoned. No. A sacrifice was made, and the Light did shine at that.
Something about the Light...
"No more arrows, child, no more love...what awaits you outside this forest?"
He shifted closer, yellow eyes locking on to mine
"Nothing," he whispered, "nothing awaits you. Just a world that has passed you by."
The Light brought peace. I had peace.
"Why don't you speak, favored one, do your gifts fail you?"
The Light brought courage. I was not afraid.
"Where is your gifted mind, earthbound wanderer?"
The Light brought clarity. My hands...
They were not bound! I had bound them with my own belief - a lie.
I stood quickly. The serpent spun backward and hissed
"Who told you that you were free?!"
I spoke, finally, "The Light brings truth: that I am the enemy that allows your lies to persist...to bind me. No more, Nachash. I am loved and I am free."
I scanned the tree line again, believing...
The path was there, easily discernible - directly behind Nachash.
I moved around him quickly, heading for the path.
"All there is for you, maggot, is an uncertain future - in a world full of my influence!" I turned to face him.
His broken visage seemed worried...scared even.
My voice was as strong as my cleared mind, "My future is in God's hands, and there are no weapons - no words - that you can fashion to come against me. I belong to God as does my future."
I turned to go, but paused and looked back
"Your future is in God's hands too, Nachash...and in all the greatness with which you were designed, I pity you and the future you've brought upon yourself."
Further into the dark forest I strode, invigorated. I did not look back.
Joshua R Wood Oct 2018
A wake in the water
A slumbering sky
The stars shine, fine tendrils of light and time
I am suspended in their silvery web, weary, slivers of consciousness slipping
Embedded in dreams and under my skin, I fall out and fall in
Bleeding hope from every pierced promise, soul in solace.
Ripples spread in V's, seized by the breeze
A lunar wind wafts me in and quickly I begin
Envisioning...
Being reunited
My heart ignited while I sleep in the Light's embrace
I can see a shining face
It comforts me.
I open my eyes and find myself in Ireland
Taking the air in sips, I can taste stone on my lips
And I know where the greens around me came from
I can still hear the crickets where I left my body on the pond.
I can still feel the starlight behind my head, a soft cradle, an ethereal bed
"I'm not really here, am I?" I whisper to blue skies and bluffs with water rough
They crash back, "No!!" and "Go!!"
I close my eyes and shed one tear...another time, another year
But peace remains, the starlight cradle feels no strain
I turn to my side and sideways the world shifts
Opening rifts - I travel in my canopy of shimmering light
To a place cloaked in night
A dark forest surrounds me, an empty quiver my pillow
No crickets, no cradle, no castles
A dream within a dream
The tear is still in my eye, and I suppress my sigh
No friends await in this wooded wilderness
I have faced fears, shining serpents, and lies
But my heart still swells, still shines
That inner Light is my Guide, a Guardian true
Hoping He will lead me back to you
Everything awaits outside the refining shadows that shade and shift here
My love and my faith are sincere, and I cling to He Who collects my tears
No amount of dark can suppress my creative light
I am secure in the deepest of night
Where songs long to be free from deep within me
I hum, and the forest thrums with me - incapable of resisting this gift from God
Leaves wisp, branches wick and creak, insects speak...
Somewhere, waters whisper and leak their secret melodies
Harmonizing my hum
A dark forest sings, and I have overcome it with wings
My spirits rise as I again close my eyes
Smile, and begin to dream
Bigger and brighter
Broader and wider
Nothing can contain the drive within me
I strive and dive into the challenges before me with fervor
My fever breaks the boundaries before me
My smile settles the challenges in store for me
I rest in the dark forest, abreast a Light that the dark can not see
The dark does not understand it
I have prayed to know
I have prayed to glow
And now I must go
Must go...
Sleep.
Pauper of Prose Aug 2018
Internal winds that wail with might
A sudden outpour of downpour
Distress accelerating
Into regions physical and mental
Untangling its hair of horrors
So that miniature hells hail
And free will and free thought,
Take the brunt of the damage
Now paralysis is peppered over all
But with one sneeze vigor is awakened
So see all is interlinked
For natural disaster
And natural remedy
Are naturally destined to occur
Agony. seemingly everlasting, allows the muse to come and through the curls of her hair my fingers run.
Steve Page Aug 2018
Don't be so quick to tip your king.
Do not rush to fold your hand.
It is not time to take that bow,
there's still more time to take your stand.

Don't draw that curtain.
Don't throw in the towel.
Don't close the still open door.
Don't get your coat.
Don't tear off your gloves.
Don't slow and play for a draw.

Sit up, stand firm
and raise your chin,
focus both worn eyes.
Fight on til the last,
play on for the win
and take your waiting prize.
Don't tip your king. Play on.  You never know what might emerge from the game, from the fight.
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