#keeponkeepingon - Hello Poetry

Relentless are those dark forces that have no intentions on stopping the attacks. Constantly Reminding one of the inflictions from the past. A mindset of decision making is a powerful thing. Wavering is a fools game. Be sure those decisions don't Jam you up. One wrong move and those forces are on you like white on rice. Battling self and its lustful desires to assume control over self is a must. Remembering the flesh desires what is contrary. We may think our motives are right, but in the end we must remain well aware of the deception around us. Sorting through life to find what's true or what's false. A replica may be in the midst of it all. Hope, Love, or FAITH should never leave you. Keeping these close; Massive Knowledge can be gained. Endure!!! Be shrewd, all while being as innocent as a dove.

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Mar 23, 2022

Mar 23, 2022 at 2:12 AM UTC

jackie-g

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Relentless are those dark forces that have no intentions on stopping the attacks. Constantly Reminding one of the inflictions from the past. A mindset of decision making is a powerful thing. Wavering is a fools game. Be sure those decisions don't Jam you up. One wrong move and those forces are on you like white on rice. Battling self and its lustful desires to assume control over self is a must. Remembering the flesh desires what is contrary. We may think our motives are right, but in the end we must remain well aware of the deception around us. Sorting through life to find what's true or what's false. A replica may be in the midst of it all. Hope, Love, or FAITH should never leave you. Keeping these close; Massive Knowledge can be gained. Endure!!! Be shrewd, all while being as innocent as a dove.

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I breathe in and out trying to clear my head of all the things i thought about but never actually said. Even though I never got a chance to tell you you meant the world to me, i know you knew it; it was plain to see. You took so much of me when you left, i still don't know what to do. But in your honor i will keep on pushing through. I know someday you'll show me the way but for now, you're in my heart and that's where you'll stay

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Apr 7, 2019

Apr 7, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC

zackripley

In your honor

I breathe in and out trying to clear my head of all the things i thought about but never actually said. Even though I never got a chance to tell you you meant the world to me, i know you knew it; it was plain to see. You took so much of me when you left, i still don't know what to do. But in your honor i will keep on pushing through. I know someday you'll show me the way but for now, you're in my heart and that's where you'll stay

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Well after midnight, dark out, rise at seven am. Metallic bangs and piercing whistles going off in my head. Sleep is like the memory of a kindergarten toy, Once loved, but disappeared among the trials in between. Getting up tired for the fifth time this week. Robotically dress, wash, eat. If I can stomach anything. No real thought process forming, Nothing going on but everything crashing together at once. My head has a dull ache, not pain. My limbs are cramped and lethargy rages throughout me, Muscle and mind. I try to think of something to look forward to. Nothing seems worth it today, but I will fight again tomorrow. Saturday morning, I awake at 7am, so much for the lie in. Joyless prospect of tolerating those around me I do love. My friend who is not my friend, Is beckoning me down into the thoughtless mire I’ll go on today. And start all over again tomorrow.

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Jun 23, 2017

Jun 23, 2017 at 5:52 AM UTC

declan-quinn

Numb?

Well after midnight, dark out, rise at seven am. Metallic bangs and piercing whistles going off in my head. Sleep is like the memory of a kindergarten toy, Once loved, but disappeared among the trials in between. Getting up tired for the fifth time this week. Robotically dress, wash, eat. If I can stomach anything. No real thought process forming, Nothing going on but everything crashing together at once. My head has a dull ache, not pain. My limbs are cramped and lethargy rages throughout me, Muscle and mind. I try to think of something to look forward to. Nothing seems worth it today, but I will fight again tomorrow. Saturday morning, I awake at 7am, so much for the lie in. Joyless prospect of tolerating those around me I do love. My friend who is not my friend, Is beckoning me down into the thoughtless mire I’ll go on today. And start all over again tomorrow.

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Some People Are hated , alienated, don't know what to do don't know why others treat them that way don't know how to treat themselves the only words they can think... I Can't, the word they believe in their mind, in their heart don't stop before you start don't say you can't before you begin because that way you'll never win At The Game Of Life, now give me the knife you stabbed me in the back with... I'll cut the interlocking vines in the way of my path more complicated but also more simple than grade 10 math let your story unfold take a different road Twisting and winding Have your story be told; your memories shared act and pretend that all your superficial friends cared but at the end of the day, did they. Mine Did in a world where quantity over quality existed, especially with friends I won not with quantity but with quality I favored it it had a different taste, a different flavour Not bitter but sweet in a bitter-sweet world but I can't choose one over the other because you have your hardships you have your happiness and often they can be mixed together; in a cocktail of heartbreak and new love and the Idea you can always begin again, or start where you left of.

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Jun 18, 2015

Jun 18, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC

gingerpower

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Some People Are hated , alienated, don't know what to do don't know why others treat them that way don't know how to treat themselves the only words they can think... I Can't, the word they believe in their mind, in their heart don't stop before you start don't say you can't before you begin because that way you'll never win At The Game Of Life, now give me the knife you stabbed me in the back with... I'll cut the interlocking vines in the way of my path more complicated but also more simple than grade 10 math let your story unfold take a different road Twisting and winding Have your story be told; your memories shared act and pretend that all your superficial friends cared but at the end of the day, did they. Mine Did in a world where quantity over quality existed, especially with friends I won not with quantity but with quality I favored it it had a different taste, a different flavour Not bitter but sweet in a bitter-sweet world but I can't choose one over the other because you have your hardships you have your happiness and often they can be mixed together; in a cocktail of heartbreak and new love and the Idea you can always begin again, or start where you left of.

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