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I hold you up so high, it’s like you could grasps the spangled stars that are in mere reach of you; and I wonder why sometimes, for I too deserve this divine view
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May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 6:18 PM UTC
hinder
Don’t be afraid to take a big step, you can’t cross a chasm in two small jumps. David Lloyd George Chasm The definition of chasm can come in two forms 1. A deep fissure in the earth, rock, or another surface. 2. A profound difference between people, viewpoints, feelings, etc. Taking a big step is needed to cross both. To get over both and fetch for sanity. To reach for the furthest branch To take the leap To jump and release. Plummet towards the earth. Lose all sense of reality Master containing hope. Just don’t let go of that rope. Dangling from the tree of life Channeling the strength to fight No other human in sight. Hindered by the gift of design. Hindered by the thought of this lie. Desperate to forge tonight Hold my body up to the light. This law we cant defy.   Is this all we’re willing to try?
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Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC
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Success is found when one paves their own path, And doesn't worry about others' wrath. Success comes when you focus on the goal, And climb your way out of any and all holes. The thing is, though, we're all not in environments, Where we have the opportunity to climb. And that's why I'm suffocating, While I try to make this life mine.
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 1:55 PM UTC
Success Hindered
Unmask me if I dare impede The character I am now is unchanged This is knowledge of my own undertaking. But there is something only you could see. Dismantle me if I barricade My feelings have no meaning There is a blank expression on my face. I move in time before I freeze. Where do you find the courage, Who provided you with the gall to say "Oh dear, sweet hindrance" Be released.
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
Hinderance
I let my emotions plague my soul. I tend to use a tattered heart and tainted words, watch it convert into poetry.  Because poetry is not just words of the mind, but a message of being.  A formation of subconscious memories from one human being to another.  Poetry allows us to grow, to prosper.  Sometimes, all you need to hear is a line that makes your heart stop. A reality check that stirs in motivation.  However, a phrase could stop the heart, let walls break, the earth shake, and tear us into two.  Poetry is a tool, to be used for better- or for worse- in order to ignite as all one.  Poetry is unity.
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
Dear Writers,
I've found That once you start Digging your own grave There are two types of people in this world The ones who will help Who will grab a shovel And join the digging Then give you a shove in Once you're done And the ones who will hinder Who will steal and break your shovels And shove dirt back in the hole And when the time comes They won't let you jump in
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
Two Kinds of People
What is the point of living When you have boundaries hindering on your way, When freedom has been snatched away, When your wings have been cut off When you can't fly. What is the point of living When you have to hide In your lonely burrow When you can't keep your past aside, Or move on to another direction, When you fake happiness Just live life with simple deception? What is the point of living When you don't go out to search Search for happiness 'Cause it doesn't come to meet you You have to reach it It won't take you by the hand And propose to you You have to stop bending knees In front of the gloom And do the same to tranquility For then your heart will bloom. What is the point of living When you die with that heavy weight in you? It's better to start forgiving Yourself 'Cause you've lived your past once Don't let it ruin you By thinking about it infinite times Instead, Just think about the future Think about how the world will look like When everything's changed Think about how you will see life With the eyes or your parents Think about how twisted the path can be When you continue to move on it And how these twist have changed you And how you won't regret it.
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 3:38 AM UTC
What is the point of living?