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mk Jun 2015
your hands are calloused
your knuckles raw
your mouth is ******
your opponent on the floor

your heart is broken
your mind is numb
you’ve given up on hope
you don’t know what you’ve become

your victories stem from pain
your power from dismay
your glory from rage
you always knew it’d end up this way

one more fight
one more scar
one more win
to remind you who you are

every now and then
in the middle of a fight
her laugh echoes in your head
it reminds you of the light

the light you once had in your soul
the light which he stole
the light which kept you sane
the light which kept you whole

the thought of her
makes you push harder and faster
memories of her touch
remind you of your happily never after

the last time you saw her
the last time you tasted those lips
you always knew it’d come to an end
but just not like this

so you go in for that extra punch
you train that extra night
you cross the limits one more time
you win every last fight

victory after victory
you’re going through the motions
only you and her know
that you’re devoid of emotion

for a hero you’re called
and a champion as well
the truth is, however,
that you’re just a bitter man going through hell
// in hopes that it never ends this way between us //
Cheyenne Jun 2015
A warrior's spirit
that gives me fight.
A wanderer's soul
keeping me up all night.
A philosopher ponders
inside my mind.
A poet's heart
makes the chaos rhyme.
Cat Fiske Jun 2015
I want a girl,
who's as gentle as feathers in the wind,
feathers that fall like shooting stars from birds trying to make it back home from there winter's trip,

I want a girl,
who's mind speaks as freely as the sea,
so as the sea roars waves that cascade over her,
as she tries to speak her mind,
I will still listen and hear her every single ******* time,

because this girl,
Has a voice like a ******* angel,
and her voice cries out to create heaven in hells,

This Angel,
she makes the best with what she has been handed,
like god has always planned for a man to do, but a man couldn't,
so its now up to her to use his tools and be more than any man,
she must be Women,

Women,
she is a warrior in the constellations of light,
guiding us from childhood in our hopes that if we wish hard enough,
on the shiniest of stars that make up the sky,
our dreams could come true,

But I want a woman who knows,
dreams won't come true,
like children wishing on stars,
for daddy to come back home,
but daddy's away fighting a war that no one knows who started,
and no ones going to win,
but the only loser is the children who don't win there mommys and daddys back home safely,

and I want a girl who knows,
the world isn't always safe,
that it wasn't made for you by a man above,
you work with what you're handed in each open hand,
don't walk in with closed ones expecting the world to shine,
you have to put in the work to get there and it's hard work too,
but sometimes it feels like nothing,
some days it's as easy as a smile,

but I want a girl,
who's not afraid to say she's not happy,
I want her to feel free to scream ******* out the window on the highway,
with her head sticking out like a dogs because the wind has made her hair flop all over,
and I want her to not care about her hair,
I want her to be able to cry and mess up her make up,
I want her to be able to be upset,
because no one is always happy,
no one is always fine,

I want her,
to look at herself and be able to read inbetween the lines,
know that when she hears I'm fine from her mouth,
to second guess herself,
because if you don't think twice,
you will rarely think once,

And I want her to know,
She, is more the the world beautiful,
can describe,
and I only want to love her,
idk just something
Carson Hurley May 2015
I watch her move
like smoke
dancing off a
torrid ember.
The earth weeps
knowing that there
will never be anything
quite as beautiful as her,
and it weeps
at the fact that her last moments
are filled with panic and fright.
she cuts through her nefarious foe
like the ocean spray
that slices its way through
crag rock to dampen a once dry space.
She falls to darkness,
with the searing pain of a slicing blade,
but she will not cry, beg nor
give in.
She welcomes death as a dear friend,
and looks to the light of the world beyond.
Akhil Bhadwal May 2015
Earth withers, air died
Water fouled, while fire lost might
Nowhere from, origin
Voyage to, end lasting sin

Save the princess, king orders
Must destroy the demon lord, he ponders
Built the rainbow bridge, aid from
Collecting the pillars of light, facing storm

Dragon, a symbol of bravery
Quest, a virtuous journey
Demons, his sword would kiss
Dragon Warrior, amazingly he is

|AB|
Based on one of my all time favorite RPG Dragon Warrior. Rhyme scheme  for this prose is a a b b.
April May 2015
what they don't see:
your hand entwined with mine,
how alive I am by your side

what they don't hear:
your deep voice, telling me
how strong I really am

what they don't realize:
they've been dreaming
of me, alone and lonely

but I'm the opposite
I've got you,
my secret warrior,
supplying me endorphins
loving me- better than they ever can

we're the victors
of this broken land,
secret warrior and I
its been way too long since I've written a poem, think this one is promising. Feedback, likes, shares, always welcomed ! :D
NeroameeAlucard May 2015
Wandering soul innocent and free
You keep destroying the warrior inside of me
I try to harden and fight against the reaper
I sink into the dark abyss deeper
Still looking for a way out
I keep going down the wrong route
They think I'm not that strong
Those idiots are completely wrong
They killed me but death itself fears what it didn't know
The raging demon locked in my soul
I'll use this strength to punish the tormentors
Waiting for us to overstep our mentors
Living each day with horrar and pain
The darkness inside driving us insane
Trying to find what they call mosia...
Collab with my friend Noel, THANKS!
Michael Ryan May 2015
Each battle their swords clash
mighty men stagger back,
with every hack and slash
little cracks break into those blades.
Each force of energy carves a new path--
victories told by this warriors tale of sand
beads of red spill openly,
and more brown rocks turned into blood
they are the clear sign
to a samurai's way to end.

A jar on the counter filled to the brim--
layers of dust coat the outside
within the hearts of mighty men
whom were slain all by one man;
now he old and gray living in a younger age.

His only wish was to be a true
samurai, one to turn into sand,
to become part of the trophy case--
sword in hand and a slight bow
he does the honorable way,
to join his samurai men.
I just thought of warriors and the fate they want to live and how in some way it is peaceful to go out the way they desired.  Well I am really tired so this is more than likely not that great.
Hunter K Mar 2015
The monster is out tonight,
And is ready to bite,
He is looking to fight,
He stands 7 feet in height,
Not one man nor knight,
Could take him down towards the light.

One terrible day,
A brave little man had something to say,
He declared he was going to slay
the big old beast within the month of May,
Everyone knew this man was just old prey,
As he was going to meet the highest price to pay,
When that beast came stomping his way.

That night the monster was hungry,
He was looking for something crunchy,
Something oh so yummy,
Selio Aras Mar 2015
With this sword I will defend
And hopefully not get harmed
My armor will protect me
As I fight for my life
I will save myself;
I will be a warrior.
I will win this fight
I need to and I know I will
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