I try to keep my flow going
Writing in all kinds of ways
To keep this poetry flowing
Not knowing
How these words bleed from my heart
Yet in life I cannot show it
Am I broken
Or is this a chance that I’m taking
Living life through a looking glass
Through these words on these pages

This war has many faces
Armed with an army
They are ruthless and tasteless
Yet we are fated
To live life in the shadows
When we were all meant for greatness
So start taking
Life by the throat
Let it know you not faking
Make it call out your name
While it’s trembling and shaking
You have the power
So let us stop flaking
Let us march on this world
Like it’s ours for the taking

The finish line is a delusion.
We run the race at our own pace.
Some walk. Some run.
Some crawl. Some quit.
Everyone dies, no one wins.

Suppose there is no other side.
Suppose you just keep going,
Until you don’t.

Is it an uphill battle?
Is it all downhill from here?

A little of both, a lot of neither.
Going, going, gone.

There's a multitude of people on this earth.
But in my eyes there are only a few that know their worth.
Some squander their potiential; complain about how they almost made it.
Have excuses. Blame others on why they decided to quit.
Then there are those that always want to do better.
They dont fear the work, don't crumble under pressure.
Ones that cease the moments that define who they are.
They reach for the stars, takes risks, learn from their scars.
They only regret the chances they didn't take.
These people fall like others but grow from their mistakes.
In this life you want to be part of the latter.
Cause it's really hard to measure almost, cause almost doesn't matter.

The water will rise,
let it.
The fire will burn,
fuel it.
The darkness will come,
light it.
My strength won't quit
so I fight on.

What's the point of it all
learning to rise
yet then again fall.
Falling into the abyss
the clutches of hell.
Until I've had enough
of this cold, dark well.
Sick of the gloom, doom in this tomb
I cast off my doubt.
I feel my fiery soul
burning its way out.
Made my choice to burn bright
igniting the light with in.
Knowing that when I fall
darkness will beckon me again.
It is my decision to embrace defeat,
to quit or stay down,
or rise to my feet
regaining my crown.

The world is way different with my sober eyes.
And I can’t explain the simple beauty I see watching birds fly.
I’ve missed out on so much these past 5 years.
But now is my chance to raise an empty glass and say cheers.
For all of us dealing with life at the moment.
I know now that we all have a chance for atonement.
You may not know me and that’s okay.
But if you need me I’ll be a kind stranger and hold your hand the whole way.

It's a black hole
every—time
I try too hard.

But when I don't try,
I get pushed too far.

“They” tell me I'm ok,
but am I really O/K?

How do “they”know
what I am feeling?

I have secrets
but no one needs
to carry the weight
of this.

Should I just stop?
Would quitting help me?
Would “they” notice my lying?
Would they hear my crying?

Should I turn
into the old me?

Would quitting help me?
I was so happy before...
Would returning heal me?