#thestruggle - Hello Poetry

{Set I: Brandon} I've been through Hell and back I have blemishes and bruises Marks that can't be erased But Life will not defeat me I am still standing For now That is enough

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Apr 30, 2017

Apr 30, 2017 at 8:07 AM UTC

nocturnalstarboy

Through the Battle

{Set I: Brandon} I've been through Hell and back I have blemishes and bruises Marks that can't be erased But Life will not defeat me I am still standing For now That is enough

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{Set I: Brandon} The sky is bleeding in lethargy Winter gives a sharp howl at me Leaves rippled, rusty, blown into the wind I cry as the guitar writes with its acoustic pen Your ship may have taken damage At your lowest points you had to ravage Everyone pictures red like a Spanish bull A hurricane's destruction can leave you null I remember, I was there Stroking this gentle, thin, string My melancholic melody echoes across the plane But my survival, like yours, need not be the same You will go through great struggles But you don't have to overcome them alone Don't ever let go You will never know How the power of friendship and support feels I've seen the demonic eye that is a black hole Sacrificing your life is not worth reclaiming what it stole Woah-oh-oh; Venus help me restore such beauty Give us the courage to walk through destruction happily Because Pain is temporary, yes While friendship is divine; everlasting Let us ever last Pain

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Mar 24, 2017

Mar 24, 2017 at 11:55 PM UTC

nocturnalstarboy

Golden Karats

{Set I: Brandon} The sky is bleeding in lethargy Winter gives a sharp howl at me Leaves rippled, rusty, blown into the wind I cry as the guitar writes with its acoustic pen Your ship may have taken damage At your lowest points you had to ravage Everyone pictures red like a Spanish bull A hurricane's destruction can leave you null I remember, I was there Stroking this gentle, thin, string My melancholic melody echoes across the plane But my survival, like yours, need not be the same You will go through great struggles But you don't have to overcome them alone Don't ever let go You will never know How the power of friendship and support feels I've seen the demonic eye that is a black hole Sacrificing your life is not worth reclaiming what it stole Woah-oh-oh; Venus help me restore such beauty Give us the courage to walk through destruction happily Because Pain is temporary, yes While friendship is divine; everlasting Let us ever last Pain

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The weight of my flesh controlling my future is death. The rotting bones that hold me up is a constant reminder of my brokenness. And to Him I give my nothingness of a being. An empty vessel. Blood sweat and tears. Bundled in fears. Keep falling. What's to be my future? Lord YOU know me. You seek me, even when I run from you. You know me, even when I've lost my own identity. In you I can breathe. In you I can live. In you I am loved. You mold me and shape me. You call me daughter and you love me.

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Nov 5, 2015

Nov 5, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC

flyfreedreambreathe

heavy heart

The weight of my flesh controlling my future is death. The rotting bones that hold me up is a constant reminder of my brokenness. And to Him I give my nothingness of a being. An empty vessel. Blood sweat and tears. Bundled in fears. Keep falling. What's to be my future? Lord YOU know me. You seek me, even when I run from you. You know me, even when I've lost my own identity. In you I can breathe. In you I can live. In you I am loved. You mold me and shape me. You call me daughter and you love me.

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Do, re, tiring me. Fa, So, Latte sounds good. A sale on tea? Do ti la "So, how are your scales going?" My teacher calls; he wants to know. "FAr from REady." I admit. I tried to practice steady, but store had a sale today, so I quit. "You'll never make the grade like that; Devote every hour" He says with a glower. "Go practice your bow. Coffee can wait." He's right of course, but I still take the bait. How's a someone like me expected to practice enthusiastically? What's a musician without caffeine to keep his lights turned to "go"? When the coffee shop conspires to take all my hard earned DOugh?

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Apr 19, 2015

Apr 19, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC

ian-steele

Practice

Do, re, tiring me. Fa, So, Latte sounds good. A sale on tea? Do ti la "So, how are your scales going?" My teacher calls; he wants to know. "FAr from REady." I admit. I tried to practice steady, but store had a sale today, so I quit. "You'll never make the grade like that; Devote every hour" He says with a glower. "Go practice your bow. Coffee can wait." He's right of course, but I still take the bait. How's a someone like me expected to practice enthusiastically? What's a musician without caffeine to keep his lights turned to "go"? When the coffee shop conspires to take all my hard earned DOugh?

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I wish my life was fairytales and rainbows I wish everything would fall in place like it was meant to I wish I had the strength to never let her go To hold her tight in my arms as if we melted into one But that's just not the way my life goes No, my life is difficult Nothing ever goes the way it was meant to There are no rainbows or tooth fairies in my reality My dreams are that of war and casualties I wish I lived in a different world I wish I could make everyone proud of me I wish I could walk with pride in my chest Never letting the worse get a hold of me But that's just not the way my life goes In actuality I am weak On the floor searching for the scrapes of dignity My chest is flat because all pride has deserted me The worse is always getting a hold of me I wish I was strong you see Flying high in the clouds above me But like I stated before That's just not the way my life goes

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Apr 19, 2015

Apr 19, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC

sir-poet

Story of my life

I wish my life was fairytales and rainbows I wish everything would fall in place like it was meant to I wish I had the strength to never let her go To hold her tight in my arms as if we melted into one But that's just not the way my life goes No, my life is difficult Nothing ever goes the way it was meant to There are no rainbows or tooth fairies in my reality My dreams are that of war and casualties I wish I lived in a different world I wish I could make everyone proud of me I wish I could walk with pride in my chest Never letting the worse get a hold of me But that's just not the way my life goes In actuality I am weak On the floor searching for the scrapes of dignity My chest is flat because all pride has deserted me The worse is always getting a hold of me I wish I was strong you see Flying high in the clouds above me But like I stated before That's just not the way my life goes

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It's odd. Sometimes I can write Like for hours and hours. I can't seem to write enough. And other times, I can't figure out why the words I write down Won't sound right.

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Mar 24, 2015

Mar 24, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC

marisa-lu-makil

Sometimes

It's odd. Sometimes I can write Like for hours and hours. I can't seem to write enough. And other times, I can't figure out why the words I write down Won't sound right.

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You struggle so much just to talk to me. because you don't want to make me mad or upset by just disappearing. You get angry with your computer and internet just to talk to me. Or are you angry with the fact that I can't be there? So you struggle. Just for me.

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Sep 7, 2014

Sep 7, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC

bridget-allyson-cox

You struggle so much for me

You struggle so much just to talk to me. because you don't want to make me mad or upset by just disappearing. You get angry with your computer and internet just to talk to me. Or are you angry with the fact that I can't be there? So you struggle. Just for me.

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Is it weird, that I sit here, thinking about the now? Thoughts are cleared, and I might fear, that I'm lost somehow? In this moment, I feel alive, and it's rather freeing. But I'm broken, and I'm deprived, how am I so late to seeing? Fear sets in, mind starts to race, and my heart beats faster. I begin, "I don't like this place," but I stop with no answer.

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Apr 24, 2014

Apr 24, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC

brittany-c

Emptiness

Is it weird, that I sit here, thinking about the now? Thoughts are cleared, and I might fear, that I'm lost somehow? In this moment, I feel alive, and it's rather freeing. But I'm broken, and I'm deprived, how am I so late to seeing? Fear sets in, mind starts to race, and my heart beats faster. I begin, "I don't like this place," but I stop with no answer.

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