#invincible - Hello Poetry

The Lion Within She roars like a lion within me, filling me with fire. Her love is my one true desire. And with her, I feel invincible— conquering all, with her love as my principle. In her strength, I find my forever.

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May 1

May 1, 2026 at 3:42 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

The Lion Within

The Lion Within She roars like a lion within me, filling me with fire. Her love is my one true desire. And with her, I feel invincible— conquering all, with her love as my principle. In her strength, I find my forever.

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I am unstoppable I am invincible Nothing can stop me Nothing physical I am fast I am true Nothing can stop me Not even you I am unshakeable I am fierce Nothing can stop me Nothing can pierce

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Mar 9

Mar 9, 2026 at 10:06 PM UTC

Sophia_Jording

Unstoppable

I am unstoppable I am invincible Nothing can stop me Nothing physical I am fast I am true Nothing can stop me Not even you I am unshakeable I am fierce Nothing can stop me Nothing can pierce

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_____ In a fleeting moment when one holds onto a rock, they feel so invincible... Yet, if one holds fiercely to their pride, surely their emotional intelligence is all but invisible? Invisibly invincible.

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Dec 13, 2024

Dec 13, 2024 at 6:48 PM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

Invisibly invincible

_____ In a fleeting moment when one holds onto a rock, they feel so invincible... Yet, if one holds fiercely to their pride, surely their emotional intelligence is all but invisible? Invisibly invincible.

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Sire, indeed, I understand, warden of my infancy, first to feed me letters ready for my mouth to make words, someday, today, we make wonder, whying from a while ago, being made wondering why If today there were 10 billion breathing thinkers, all ones, alone, in meditation, making breathed thinkings, without the knowing used, tehkne, indeed, secret NDA bound mental threadings through mental awl holes, and needless fretting pin head limitations of dancers, ecstatic… we may as well imagine any life like mind, fitting patterns accepted as true, the grown ups teachings, all proven when America, became the idea nobody takes serious, Spirit of '76 the populist, mob, lot of all laborers in touch with ra'knacks as a class. The Smithy, and the Selvedge stitcher, and the spinners, spinning tales to top the last one left laughing, yesterday, status quo of the fat and happy, that's what needs preservation con-science, con-sequence of con-venience con-served with all the honor due Providential Wisdom Lord Mother of Mindforms and every winter, we were warm, I remember, Grandpa, thinks, we were warm, I remember, but, still, with use of history in media conserved since 1910, landmark year in these stacks of idle words, redeemed with one use, ready, read, done, rich in mercy sown in local nearby kindness, the effect of music and motion pictures, we all have seen the movies of Solomon, apples of gold in pitchers of silver, seen on screen, since 1927, to entertain those long used as labor, and in constant craving for fermented things and circuses with death defying acts, to see. as one might entertain a god's worshippers, presenting drama to the masses, as messages from the highest Academy of Arts and Sciences, ever devised to hold the hearts desires of all, in gnostalgic recognition of outcast pain and misery, Industrial might, right, enough nukes to undo us all, yet the debt due on funds borrowed for war remain, no war, yet, but there is this global debt, due, indeed to ignorance, but, we did warn you. In the spirit, revived in 66, from a bit of old mold discovered in a mine shaft northeast of Yuma, cherished with a friendly McClelland, as a meme, remember the effect of the acceptable fast, at last, the pushing back, of the iron curtains imposing hope upon hopelessly invincible ignorance, if a man does not sweat, he must not eat, it is the only fair way, we swear, Aye, Indeed we swore, and went and did the chore, went through hell to prove it a lie, lived to tell only those they made believe. Indeed, those were good ideas we used, we set the captives free, we did, we did, we did, didn't we well, not me, but my natural born wedom, my native cultural heritage of knowledge, which is a cultivar taken from the tree of life, one may envision original intention to invent, us, as assisting inquisitorial tools for thought, conversational adversarial engines of ingenuity, artificed tict tension at central most ache to know how does a free spirit take weforming spirit form first one thing makes another, and so on, and on seed, soul, spirit, mind, point stretching into ever and back, in time to seem as normal as now, squared to stand stone straight, upright, grounded, upheld custom for teaching good walking in perpendicularity. At tension, presencing being as ware, soft. At the squared norm, upright, atop perpendicular toes, tipping all whys into the mill, making up my mind to make my self known to you, as an admirer, as a neighbor, next galaxy on the left 2 pasecs through the Hubble Deep Field in mindsped godthought possible, see, we become a gallactic blink, as significant as the average star in the heavens. On earth, yes, you are so significant, as it is in heaven. Exceptional, yes, on the national level, we are bits in the arms of the average galaxy, God pays us all the attention we pay the reasons for religious wars on specs of speculative ratiocination.

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Oct 20, 2024

Oct 20, 2024 at 4:36 PM UTC

kenpepiton

As Political Entities Present Whole Truths

Sire, indeed, I understand, warden of my infancy, first to feed me letters ready for my mouth to make words, someday, today, we make wonder, whying from a while ago, being made wondering why If today there were 10 billion breathing thinkers, all ones, alone, in meditation, making breathed thinkings, without the knowing used, tehkne, indeed, secret NDA bound mental threadings through mental awl holes, and needless fretting pin head limitations of dancers, ecstatic… we may as well imagine any life like mind, fitting patterns accepted as true, the grown ups teachings, all proven when America, became the idea nobody takes serious, Spirit of '76 the populist, mob, lot of all laborers in touch with ra'knacks as a class. The Smithy, and the Selvedge stitcher, and the spinners, spinning tales to top the last one left laughing, yesterday, status quo of the fat and happy, that's what needs preservation con-science, con-sequence of con-venience con-served with all the honor due Providential Wisdom Lord Mother of Mindforms and every winter, we were warm, I remember, Grandpa, thinks, we were warm, I remember, but, still, with use of history in media conserved since 1910, landmark year in these stacks of idle words, redeemed with one use, ready, read, done, rich in mercy sown in local nearby kindness, the effect of music and motion pictures, we all have seen the movies of Solomon, apples of gold in pitchers of silver, seen on screen, since 1927, to entertain those long used as labor, and in constant craving for fermented things and circuses with death defying acts, to see. as one might entertain a god's worshippers, presenting drama to the masses, as messages from the highest Academy of Arts and Sciences, ever devised to hold the hearts desires of all, in gnostalgic recognition of outcast pain and misery, Industrial might, right, enough nukes to undo us all, yet the debt due on funds borrowed for war remain, no war, yet, but there is this global debt, due, indeed to ignorance, but, we did warn you. In the spirit, revived in 66, from a bit of old mold discovered in a mine shaft northeast of Yuma, cherished with a friendly McClelland, as a meme, remember the effect of the acceptable fast, at last, the pushing back, of the iron curtains imposing hope upon hopelessly invincible ignorance, if a man does not sweat, he must not eat, it is the only fair way, we swear, Aye, Indeed we swore, and went and did the chore, went through hell to prove it a lie, lived to tell only those they made believe. Indeed, those were good ideas we used, we set the captives free, we did, we did, we did, didn't we well, not me, but my natural born wedom, my native cultural heritage of knowledge, which is a cultivar taken from the tree of life, one may envision original intention to invent, us, as assisting inquisitorial tools for thought, conversational adversarial engines of ingenuity, artificed tict tension at central most ache to know how does a free spirit take weforming spirit form first one thing makes another, and so on, and on seed, soul, spirit, mind, point stretching into ever and back, in time to seem as normal as now, squared to stand stone straight, upright, grounded, upheld custom for teaching good walking in perpendicularity. At tension, presencing being as ware, soft. At the squared norm, upright, atop perpendicular toes, tipping all whys into the mill, making up my mind to make my self known to you, as an admirer, as a neighbor, next galaxy on the left 2 pasecs through the Hubble Deep Field in mindsped godthought possible, see, we become a gallactic blink, as significant as the average star in the heavens. On earth, yes, you are so significant, as it is in heaven. Exceptional, yes, on the national level, we are bits in the arms of the average galaxy, God pays us all the attention we pay the reasons for religious wars on specs of speculative ratiocination.

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- get in line. What's your excuse? Ignorance and lack of spiritual insight (ghaflah) true understanding and illumination (ma’rifa) just plain ignorance (jahiliyya) ================== Today, we answer, for before; today, we answer, for after. The ideas of limits. Enclosing mind, holding time Professing to know what cannot be ignored, every speaker, each in turn, accounts today idle time, free in turn to use redeeming idle words, meaningful for cursing, and promising hell you pay mere attention, to detail, unbelievable for all willing not to lie after knowing God cannot lie. Truth known frees those who use it. Is there any possible faith that ignors this lie? 1948 Anno Mundi - Abram Kaballah World year 2000 Abraham teaching oral Torah, Let this mind be in you, this new mind, after all that has called war God's soul correcting plan. Cultural agricults, first the blade, then the ear… "For without culture or holiness, which are always the gift of a very few, a man may renounce wealth or any other external thing, but he cannot renounce hatred, envy, jealousy, revenge. Culture is the sanctity of the intellect. " [William Butler Yeats, journal, 7 March, 1909] And poetic arrogance arises asking if, one could envision war, as war occurs, as anyone may, make a reason up for it, since we all have seen now at a distance, we all are aware of the destruction, none, of us are aware of the holiness used, the catechistical exercise in faith, think only of the offense to Allah, by calling all the invincibly ignorant poets fools who bet mercy won. ------------ The poor man suffered, as a lad to come unto Jesus, as a he was, allowing what is true, his state reported, as with any child suffered so, Is one angel's job. As true as anything taken to heart for testing, a child born into a long line of poor folk, never in seven generations too poor to offer travelers succor in need, in deed, training up the lad, to know, for certain, it is better to give than take. Time, the whole, none can hold, aging, becoming wholy finished by faith emitting substance of hope… epiousion - plenty enough to share, enough for the approaching need, in deed, as Wisdom comes to lighten one side's reason, with a touch of joy, all children are made commonly good, all children are formed in familiar wedom, inside knowing's chosen fold, all blessed with truths that balance years gone by experienced against today, perhaps the final chance to measure worth, what good did you do, once, if once is enough, what harm did you do, if once is not enough? --------------- If we can measure a parsa walk, while sitting still before a lit window, looking in on all that's on the world minds, many, many made up minds, truly granted privileged exclusive inclusion in those good, by grace of faith shaping conserved why tales, reproved by wars… one side must be known good for nothing but labor, twisted into duty, as one must relate the military minds powers and authority to deceive in righteous order, rank and file, about face, forward, at the double, march. ---------------- Run to the rock, run through the ligation split wide the healing wound reach out, feel the piercing point make a way where no way was, made plain as one when there was none, now is our time to tell the mindless to re think re stitching, let flow the sacrificial blood of youth, burn the idolatrous haters of religious authority trading in holy terrors, free, in exchange for single minded order, accepted places, accepted tasks, duty to truth only revealed to true believers/ good, beautiful, make it stick. **** any thinker of otherwise. ------------------ Tension, taut, twanged to pitch, strum a conceptual whole note, humm along, one string, once struck pinging step by step, past then to now. What cost each step, past when to ever? Was an hour made from a day, a day made from a string of second thought? Was an instant made the cause of death? Walking life's last competed parsa, a scenario. ----------------- Knock, it opens, ask it answers, think once knocking heard, a door, appears, closed on my side, I hear the knock, and, lo', thinking no danger nigh me, I open wide, welcoming any near enough, to have knocked. ----------------- In spirit form, a mind imagines everything ever named in times past, duty, classes of deed, when done, indeed can never even once become undone, alone, there are knots and there are stings… and after all that was before, here is now, when each ready reader asks what good is done when knowledgelessness causes the liars confidence to perish. Contend for contentment, proud warrior mind, let this mind be in you, eh, be not afraid, thinking your self, spirit in formed. ------------------- Rule, point to point, draw the line, we plan to follow, or cross, this time, we have, Ai be it measured in ancient times, in minutes of arc as measured from noon, until now, our while in mindform thinking we an entity in a message, pointing at an end as in a point made for being a thought, if nothing more. We won a right to appeal, perhaps we rethink times best used produce second chances.

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Oct 15, 2024

Oct 15, 2024 at 9:41 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Day of Judgment (Qiyamah)

- get in line. What's your excuse? Ignorance and lack of spiritual insight (ghaflah) true understanding and illumination (ma’rifa) just plain ignorance (jahiliyya) ================== Today, we answer, for before; today, we answer, for after. The ideas of limits. Enclosing mind, holding time Professing to know what cannot be ignored, every speaker, each in turn, accounts today idle time, free in turn to use redeeming idle words, meaningful for cursing, and promising hell you pay mere attention, to detail, unbelievable for all willing not to lie after knowing God cannot lie. Truth known frees those who use it. Is there any possible faith that ignors this lie? 1948 Anno Mundi - Abram Kaballah World year 2000 Abraham teaching oral Torah, Let this mind be in you, this new mind, after all that has called war God's soul correcting plan. Cultural agricults, first the blade, then the ear… "For without culture or holiness, which are always the gift of a very few, a man may renounce wealth or any other external thing, but he cannot renounce hatred, envy, jealousy, revenge. Culture is the sanctity of the intellect. " [William Butler Yeats, journal, 7 March, 1909] And poetic arrogance arises asking if, one could envision war, as war occurs, as anyone may, make a reason up for it, since we all have seen now at a distance, we all are aware of the destruction, none, of us are aware of the holiness used, the catechistical exercise in faith, think only of the offense to Allah, by calling all the invincibly ignorant poets fools who bet mercy won. ------------ The poor man suffered, as a lad to come unto Jesus, as a he was, allowing what is true, his state reported, as with any child suffered so, Is one angel's job. As true as anything taken to heart for testing, a child born into a long line of poor folk, never in seven generations too poor to offer travelers succor in need, in deed, training up the lad, to know, for certain, it is better to give than take. Time, the whole, none can hold, aging, becoming wholy finished by faith emitting substance of hope… epiousion - plenty enough to share, enough for the approaching need, in deed, as Wisdom comes to lighten one side's reason, with a touch of joy, all children are made commonly good, all children are formed in familiar wedom, inside knowing's chosen fold, all blessed with truths that balance years gone by experienced against today, perhaps the final chance to measure worth, what good did you do, once, if once is enough, what harm did you do, if once is not enough? --------------- If we can measure a parsa walk, while sitting still before a lit window, looking in on all that's on the world minds, many, many made up minds, truly granted privileged exclusive inclusion in those good, by grace of faith shaping conserved why tales, reproved by wars… one side must be known good for nothing but labor, twisted into duty, as one must relate the military minds powers and authority to deceive in righteous order, rank and file, about face, forward, at the double, march. ---------------- Run to the rock, run through the ligation split wide the healing wound reach out, feel the piercing point make a way where no way was, made plain as one when there was none, now is our time to tell the mindless to re think re stitching, let flow the sacrificial blood of youth, burn the idolatrous haters of religious authority trading in holy terrors, free, in exchange for single minded order, accepted places, accepted tasks, duty to truth only revealed to true believers/ good, beautiful, make it stick. **** any thinker of otherwise. ------------------ Tension, taut, twanged to pitch, strum a conceptual whole note, humm along, one string, once struck pinging step by step, past then to now. What cost each step, past when to ever? Was an hour made from a day, a day made from a string of second thought? Was an instant made the cause of death? Walking life's last competed parsa, a scenario. ----------------- Knock, it opens, ask it answers, think once knocking heard, a door, appears, closed on my side, I hear the knock, and, lo', thinking no danger nigh me, I open wide, welcoming any near enough, to have knocked. ----------------- In spirit form, a mind imagines everything ever named in times past, duty, classes of deed, when done, indeed can never even once become undone, alone, there are knots and there are stings… and after all that was before, here is now, when each ready reader asks what good is done when knowledgelessness causes the liars confidence to perish. Contend for contentment, proud warrior mind, let this mind be in you, eh, be not afraid, thinking your self, spirit in formed. ------------------- Rule, point to point, draw the line, we plan to follow, or cross, this time, we have, Ai be it measured in ancient times, in minutes of arc as measured from noon, until now, our while in mindform thinking we an entity in a message, pointing at an end as in a point made for being a thought, if nothing more. We won a right to appeal, perhaps we rethink times best used produce second chances.

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What I love about love, is that.... it's full of Passion. U begin with Hugs and Kisses and end up, without your Fashion. I spin out Romantic Verses, whilst composing Poems on Love. Life wouldn't be the same, for Me....if it wasn't for Love. Love makes Me feel Invincible, as it takes away all My Pain. Love becomes irresistible, In ways I just can't Explain. Love makes Me feel Safe and Sure, by taking away My Fears. Bad Memories just disappear, as it dries up all My Tears.

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Jun 27, 2021

Jun 27, 2021 at 9:30 AM UTC

savio-fonseca

What I Love......about Love

What I love about love, is that.... it's full of Passion. U begin with Hugs and Kisses and end up, without your Fashion. I spin out Romantic Verses, whilst composing Poems on Love. Life wouldn't be the same, for Me....if it wasn't for Love. Love makes Me feel Invincible, as it takes away all My Pain. Love becomes irresistible, In ways I just can't Explain. Love makes Me feel Safe and Sure, by taking away My Fears. Bad Memories just disappear, as it dries up all My Tears.

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Throw me in a shark tank, Walk me through a field of thorns, Lay me down on train tracks, Punch my back so hard it burns, Tear apart my photo books, Tell me that I’m dumb, Stab me with assumptions, Steal my only source of income, Burn all of my clothing, Lie directly to my face, Point a pistol at my head and then Kick me till I bleed, Strip me of my dignity, Start a war inside my head, Leave me without gravity, Assume that I am brain dead, Mislead my intuition, Send a massive tidal wave, Manifest my music and watch my heart concave, Then wait for me to fight back, Watch me win the war of good, Clambering to my feet I strike the mighty blow and through my heart it pierces, I have killed the enemy of man. For when we think we are invincible we lose the upper hand.

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Aug 17, 2020

Aug 17, 2020 at 3:19 PM UTC

UASlamLive

Invincible

Throw me in a shark tank, Walk me through a field of thorns, Lay me down on train tracks, Punch my back so hard it burns, Tear apart my photo books, Tell me that I’m dumb, Stab me with assumptions, Steal my only source of income, Burn all of my clothing, Lie directly to my face, Point a pistol at my head and then Kick me till I bleed, Strip me of my dignity, Start a war inside my head, Leave me without gravity, Assume that I am brain dead, Mislead my intuition, Send a massive tidal wave, Manifest my music and watch my heart concave, Then wait for me to fight back, Watch me win the war of good, Clambering to my feet I strike the mighty blow and through my heart it pierces, I have killed the enemy of man. For when we think we are invincible we lose the upper hand.

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the idea of being invincible lingers in all of us in some more than in others in others less than in some but as humans we tend to believe that faith in one self can bring us peace or war it depends on which you desire but it can also be used against us sometimes even by ourselves so be careful in which direction you lead yourself what do you choose what is better the invincible for the use of evil or paying a losing game for the good what do you believe?

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Jun 28, 2020

Jun 28, 2020 at 6:07 PM UTC

wishyouwouldlovemeback

peace or war, what do you choose?

the idea of being invincible lingers in all of us in some more than in others in others less than in some but as humans we tend to believe that faith in one self can bring us peace or war it depends on which you desire but it can also be used against us sometimes even by ourselves so be careful in which direction you lead yourself what do you choose what is better the invincible for the use of evil or paying a losing game for the good what do you believe?

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We all want to be perfect, But what is perfection? What does it take to be perfect? I look in the mirror And I see perfection I look in my soul And I see depression I see a beast, That will never be accepted A lonely soul, Surrounded by people Yet, invincible I see me yearning to be loved So, I cry myself To sleep everyday, Contemplating suicide But when I wake up, The first thing I see Is my perfect reflection in the mirror So, I smile Hiding my fear of perfection Little do I know that perfection, Is an illusion And suicide is never the solution!

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May 28, 2020

May 28, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC

Nalli

Perfectly Imperfect

We all want to be perfect, But what is perfection? What does it take to be perfect? I look in the mirror And I see perfection I look in my soul And I see depression I see a beast, That will never be accepted A lonely soul, Surrounded by people Yet, invincible I see me yearning to be loved So, I cry myself To sleep everyday, Contemplating suicide But when I wake up, The first thing I see Is my perfect reflection in the mirror So, I smile Hiding my fear of perfection Little do I know that perfection, Is an illusion And suicide is never the solution!

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There’s a buzzing energy inside of me I bounce from wall to wall Ideas come and go Scribbles of nonsense on plenty of paper My mind is racing It’s as fast as carousel And I can’t seem to get off of it I am a high level being God is talking to me He’s telling me I must sacrifice myself These scars on my body tell different stories The smallest bit of rationality tells me: Take your medication Talk to your support system Call your therapist or psychiatrist Oh, but manic me refuses Manic me has cravings That must be addressed I must shop until my bank account is in the negatives I must ********** until my fingers are numb I must clean until there is nothing Left to change I must, I must, I must But I can’t Because I can’t seem to get out of bed Because I scream at my family When they least deserve it Because I burst into tears When I can’t figure out Who I am anymore Can’t you see? This is a mixed episode I’m trapped, stuck and alone But just remember, Despite all this You can’t stop me Why can you see? I am invincible I am invincible Oh yes, I’m invincible

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Mar 24, 2020

Mar 24, 2020 at 8:27 PM UTC

Darken_Beauty

Invincible- Song (TW: Mania)

There’s a buzzing energy inside of me I bounce from wall to wall Ideas come and go Scribbles of nonsense on plenty of paper My mind is racing It’s as fast as carousel And I can’t seem to get off of it I am a high level being God is talking to me He’s telling me I must sacrifice myself These scars on my body tell different stories The smallest bit of rationality tells me: Take your medication Talk to your support system Call your therapist or psychiatrist Oh, but manic me refuses Manic me has cravings That must be addressed I must shop until my bank account is in the negatives I must ********** until my fingers are numb I must clean until there is nothing Left to change I must, I must, I must But I can’t Because I can’t seem to get out of bed Because I scream at my family When they least deserve it Because I burst into tears When I can’t figure out Who I am anymore Can’t you see? This is a mixed episode I’m trapped, stuck and alone But just remember, Despite all this You can’t stop me Why can you see? I am invincible I am invincible Oh yes, I’m invincible

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They say good boys never win, I thought it might be right. I’d always been good to people who'd only made me lose. Losers that made lose. And there was I, the good boy gone bad, being good at being bad, being bad for the sake of not being good, because I wanted to win. I’d been craving to know what it was not to lose myself trying to find purpose in someone else. Until I found my one and got lost in those eyes. Now we're on each other's team and together we’re invincible.

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Jan 29, 2020

Jan 29, 2020 at 5:47 PM UTC

iggychuck

Good Boy Gone Bad

They say good boys never win, I thought it might be right. I’d always been good to people who'd only made me lose. Losers that made lose. And there was I, the good boy gone bad, being good at being bad, being bad for the sake of not being good, because I wanted to win. I’d been craving to know what it was not to lose myself trying to find purpose in someone else. Until I found my one and got lost in those eyes. Now we're on each other's team and together we’re invincible.

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I don't know how to say no I never have no to me is unacceptable so even at the price of my wellbeing I'll push myself striving to be strong when all I want is to bury my head in my pillow I don't know how to admit that I'm not invincible so I keep going unable to stop at the red lights even as my limbs tremble turn to lead and quake Because in the end I'll put others needs before mine in the end, I convince myself I'm not worth it that I never was and never will be. -Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-

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May 15, 2019

May 15, 2019 at 11:13 AM UTC

Roguepoetry

No

I don't know how to say no I never have no to me is unacceptable so even at the price of my wellbeing I'll push myself striving to be strong when all I want is to bury my head in my pillow I don't know how to admit that I'm not invincible so I keep going unable to stop at the red lights even as my limbs tremble turn to lead and quake Because in the end I'll put others needs before mine in the end, I convince myself I'm not worth it that I never was and never will be. -Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-

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A girl, a fool, a sinner. I dance on tabletops of marble and glass And when I fall, I fall hard. My blood on the floor Stars in my vision I stand, and I sway, and I laugh. You see, I bleed everywhere. Red stains on my sheets, The pages of every book on the shelf, The hands of the people who try so helplessly to hold me up. A bullet wound that never heals And my clothes are crimson just like my smile. My fingerprints are everywhere, ****** and smudged, Because I need to exist and I need it known that I exist, I need my existence to be scientifically irrefutable Because if there is no proof I was here… was I? I am a ghost in the hallways of my own palace Haunting my own home, a whisper in the walls. I do not belong here I say in the mirror. You do not belong anywhere my reflection replies. I find the darkest corner and bury myself there until somebody comes looking But nobody ever does. At least, not looking for me. They’re looking for her, the reflection, the girl I could be, But I go with them anyway because I can’t be alone for one more second. A long time ago I was a healer, and people believed that one touch from me could fix The worst of their problems. It was a beautiful concept and when I held court there would be a line of villagers Bowing at my feet, begging for a kiss on the forehead, and I obliged Not knowing what infected my kiss. I spread a plague amongst my people and they all fell, And I woke up one morning alone. I’ve realized that the gods aren’t invincible. I’ve met them and seen their faults, their broken pieces. I studied their weaknesses (and trust me, they all have weaknesses) And when the time came, I didn’t just destroy them. I devoured them. If you’ve ever wondered what ichor tastes like, It’s a lot like blood. Like copper. (Ask me how an angel tastes. That’s a story for another day.) You see, the only thing that is invincible is the teenage girl. A stake through the heart, a silver bullet, the teeth of Cerberus himself, They can’t touch her. She dances around them all With agility you can’t fathom unless you’ve been her. You can’t stop watching as she rises and falls, rises and falls, Blood on the stage and her dress and her palms. Like me, on my tabletop, a chipped-tooth smile And bruised knuckles that let you know I can fight. You don’t look invincible my reflection says one day. Tangled hair, glistening eyes, pink splotches on my face. I’m smiling but I’m shaking and there is blood everywhere this time, On the mirror and the sink and the floor. I’m scared of her, The girl in the mirror, because she is the only person who sees me like this. She is the only person who knows the truth about me, Knows my awfullest secrets and yet she stays in the mirror. You don’t look invincible she repeats. You look broken. I smile. A true, genuine smile, and there is still ichor on my lips. Same thing, I tell her.

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Mar 6, 2019

Mar 6, 2019 at 4:19 PM UTC

nicowrites

queen midas

A girl, a fool, a sinner. I dance on tabletops of marble and glass And when I fall, I fall hard. My blood on the floor Stars in my vision I stand, and I sway, and I laugh. You see, I bleed everywhere. Red stains on my sheets, The pages of every book on the shelf, The hands of the people who try so helplessly to hold me up. A bullet wound that never heals And my clothes are crimson just like my smile. My fingerprints are everywhere, ****** and smudged, Because I need to exist and I need it known that I exist, I need my existence to be scientifically irrefutable Because if there is no proof I was here… was I? I am a ghost in the hallways of my own palace Haunting my own home, a whisper in the walls. I do not belong here I say in the mirror. You do not belong anywhere my reflection replies. I find the darkest corner and bury myself there until somebody comes looking But nobody ever does. At least, not looking for me. They’re looking for her, the reflection, the girl I could be, But I go with them anyway because I can’t be alone for one more second. A long time ago I was a healer, and people believed that one touch from me could fix The worst of their problems. It was a beautiful concept and when I held court there would be a line of villagers Bowing at my feet, begging for a kiss on the forehead, and I obliged Not knowing what infected my kiss. I spread a plague amongst my people and they all fell, And I woke up one morning alone. I’ve realized that the gods aren’t invincible. I’ve met them and seen their faults, their broken pieces. I studied their weaknesses (and trust me, they all have weaknesses) And when the time came, I didn’t just destroy them. I devoured them. If you’ve ever wondered what ichor tastes like, It’s a lot like blood. Like copper. (Ask me how an angel tastes. That’s a story for another day.) You see, the only thing that is invincible is the teenage girl. A stake through the heart, a silver bullet, the teeth of Cerberus himself, They can’t touch her. She dances around them all With agility you can’t fathom unless you’ve been her. You can’t stop watching as she rises and falls, rises and falls, Blood on the stage and her dress and her palms. Like me, on my tabletop, a chipped-tooth smile And bruised knuckles that let you know I can fight. You don’t look invincible my reflection says one day. Tangled hair, glistening eyes, pink splotches on my face. I’m smiling but I’m shaking and there is blood everywhere this time, On the mirror and the sink and the floor. I’m scared of her, The girl in the mirror, because she is the only person who sees me like this. She is the only person who knows the truth about me, Knows my awfullest secrets and yet she stays in the mirror. You don’t look invincible she repeats. You look broken. I smile. A true, genuine smile, and there is still ichor on my lips. Same thing, I tell her.

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I am the first drop of dew, That falls on, Flowers of different hue, I am the sweetness of tea, and bitterness of coffee I am the cloud, That has both Thunder and rain, I am the Strong wind, That blows, I am the sweet whistling wind, That brings peace, I am the water fall, I am the sea, I am the sky and the stars, I am the beauty, I am the beast, I am no ordinary person, I am a woman…………..

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Feb 3, 2019

Feb 3, 2019 at 8:45 AM UTC

memoona-kazmi

woman

I am the first drop of dew, That falls on, Flowers of different hue, I am the sweetness of tea, and bitterness of coffee I am the cloud, That has both Thunder and rain, I am the Strong wind, That blows, I am the sweet whistling wind, That brings peace, I am the water fall, I am the sea, I am the sky and the stars, I am the beauty, I am the beast, I am no ordinary person, I am a woman…………..

20

Everything through my eyes, breathing slow through these steady styrofoam lungs origami heart, I fold like the paper that covers your skin it rustles when you move, barely a shield against a world of sharp teeth and daggers but you tell me you're invincible out there you tell me that armor is just another disguise I disagree, but I guess that we are all free to choose how and when we want to be bruised.

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Jan 11, 2019

Jan 11, 2019 at 8:51 PM UTC

khanslik

origami heart

Everything through my eyes, breathing slow through these steady styrofoam lungs origami heart, I fold like the paper that covers your skin it rustles when you move, barely a shield against a world of sharp teeth and daggers but you tell me you're invincible out there you tell me that armor is just another disguise I disagree, but I guess that we are all free to choose how and when we want to be bruised.

10

My heart remains invincible , My Brain from start was unbeatable. There is a war going in me , Where peace was never affordable, This disease which I am suffering is untreateable.

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Nov 16, 2018

Nov 16, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC

Healer

My delima

My heart remains invincible , My Brain from start was unbeatable. There is a war going in me , Where peace was never affordable, This disease which I am suffering is untreateable.

5

you’re a sick, sick person my little, old love. with eyes like ferocious , angry beetles, you chew into me and cut out tiny, stinging holes. if only you knew i wasn’t invincible, if only you knew you were toxic. the cement is wet when you bash my head open, and the cement is still wet when it rains.

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Sep 10, 2018

Sep 10, 2018 at 1:04 AM UTC

unlovedprincess

i can't wait until they realize that i'm still angry

you’re a sick, sick person my little, old love. with eyes like ferocious , angry beetles, you chew into me and cut out tiny, stinging holes. if only you knew i wasn’t invincible, if only you knew you were toxic. the cement is wet when you bash my head open, and the cement is still wet when it rains.

18

Give me a choice One immunity It will not be Pain I still need Something to remind me I'm still just a mortal Need saving If I gave you The choice To live or Die You would choose live But I would choose die Cause I don't know What's going on But I want to know I'm not immune To reality Throw me away I'll bounce right back This home I've made I know won't last I just Don't want To be Invincible

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Aug 17, 2018

Aug 17, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC

jwilder

Invincible

Give me a choice One immunity It will not be Pain I still need Something to remind me I'm still just a mortal Need saving If I gave you The choice To live or Die You would choose live But I would choose die Cause I don't know What's going on But I want to know I'm not immune To reality Throw me away I'll bounce right back This home I've made I know won't last I just Don't want To be Invincible

28

My skin's been burnt by thought and flame... My other, frozen in flurries! Smiles, laughs, jokes - adrift... And your joy is all I know! But forward-bound; determination... There is no doubt, we've had frustration! When love arrives; manifestation... We must be invincible!

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Jan 2, 2018

Jan 2, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC

samantha-rose-schaefer

We Must Be Invincible!

My skin's been burnt by thought and flame... My other, frozen in flurries! Smiles, laughs, jokes - adrift... And your joy is all I know! But forward-bound; determination... There is no doubt, we've had frustration! When love arrives; manifestation... We must be invincible!

8

I can stick a gun in my mouth and it will jam. I can cut myself and miss. If I set myself on fire; it will rain to put me out. I can work up an appetite and not eat. If I stick my face to the wind; I won’t burn my skin. The world spins and I stay still. I can hear bombs from miles and crush rocks to sand. Give life to what is dead. I can move a hill to mountains’ domain and they won’t argue. I can throw the world into chaos and be praised. When I sit long enough; it is art. A mind can be set for this outcome. A person can image great future and greed. We have this power to march for one. We have this power to march for all. An unmovable object walks into a room. Does the room move with it? Or does it still stay? An unstoppable object steps on dry land. Does it crack? Or does it stay together? We are not malleable for a reason. But we can be broken with such few spaces. Such small and uneasy movements from across the world. It can be miles; but next to us. It’s impossible to march if no one knows how to dance. To waltz into trouble is easier than a solution’s dream. It is elegant and depressing as the same. We can compare scars but stay clothed and masked for others. We sometimes don’t miss when we cut. Sometimes the gun goes off. When a fire burns; it won’t be put out quick enough. This is real. This is life. But words mean more. Word mean more than actions because words are forever. A page can be lost and found. Paper can be cut and burned. But it’s still there in the mind of the writer. It’s still there in the mind of the poet. We as humans have the ability to move the hills. Move the world. But we care to not join. We, as many others, keep straight. We fall into the lines given ease. Giving the ease a way into the mindset of strength. Too much hate. Too much greed. Too much misunderstood points and confusion. We want to identify as something else to make us special. We want to be different than the person better than us. We worry about who said this and what they had done today. We look at horrifying things all day and change a picture to match it. We are numb. We are ignorant. We are invincible. And that’s sad.

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Nov 6, 2017

Nov 6, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC

Uka

Invincible

I can stick a gun in my mouth and it will jam. I can cut myself and miss. If I set myself on fire; it will rain to put me out. I can work up an appetite and not eat. If I stick my face to the wind; I won’t burn my skin. The world spins and I stay still. I can hear bombs from miles and crush rocks to sand. Give life to what is dead. I can move a hill to mountains’ domain and they won’t argue. I can throw the world into chaos and be praised. When I sit long enough; it is art. A mind can be set for this outcome. A person can image great future and greed. We have this power to march for one. We have this power to march for all. An unmovable object walks into a room. Does the room move with it? Or does it still stay? An unstoppable object steps on dry land. Does it crack? Or does it stay together? We are not malleable for a reason. But we can be broken with such few spaces. Such small and uneasy movements from across the world. It can be miles; but next to us. It’s impossible to march if no one knows how to dance. To waltz into trouble is easier than a solution’s dream. It is elegant and depressing as the same. We can compare scars but stay clothed and masked for others. We sometimes don’t miss when we cut. Sometimes the gun goes off. When a fire burns; it won’t be put out quick enough. This is real. This is life. But words mean more. Word mean more than actions because words are forever. A page can be lost and found. Paper can be cut and burned. But it’s still there in the mind of the writer. It’s still there in the mind of the poet. We as humans have the ability to move the hills. Move the world. But we care to not join. We, as many others, keep straight. We fall into the lines given ease. Giving the ease a way into the mindset of strength. Too much hate. Too much greed. Too much misunderstood points and confusion. We want to identify as something else to make us special. We want to be different than the person better than us. We worry about who said this and what they had done today. We look at horrifying things all day and change a picture to match it. We are numb. We are ignorant. We are invincible. And that’s sad.

1

Love me or hate me One thing is clear You'll never defeat me I won't let you my dear

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Aug 11, 2017

Aug 11, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC

RebelHeart

Invincible

Love me or hate me One thing is clear You'll never defeat me I won't let you my dear

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