#underdog
you’re not down,
you’re not
out for the count.
give yourself
some room
to breathe.
i know
they’ve written
you off—
but don’t you
dare give up
now.
they haven’t
seen your best,
only your worst—
and now it’s got
you thinking
nothing
will ever
be good enough.
but none of that
matters now.
what matters
is this:
you hold
the power
to shape your fate.
so don’t you
dare give up
now.
get back up
off the ground—
don’t let them
count you out.
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 8:13 AM UTC
Celestial and spritely flower head
A cloud of white in a wheel
A spread of stars on a sunny bed
Enchanting - a vision ethereal
Blooming afar and clustering nigh
What bud, what blossom, what ****
Blowing away with just a sigh
In a breath, in the wind that breathes.
While the rose is crowned and daisies loved
How often are you brushed away
But magic lies in your snowy fluff
As wishes fly night and day
You greet the morning, a languid dawn
As the skies turn pink and bright
Then gather close with the moon's rising song
That plays with the coming of night
A fairy's flower you seem to me
A joy - a charm - a delight
Flying away over meadows and leas
In the wind with your wings of white.
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 12:31 PM UTC
No ode for you, periwinkles
No exalted verse or prose
No lover's gift you will be
Unlike the regal rose
Not placed in summer bouquets
In vases - never seen
Nor gracing dark tresses
Nor found in floats of dreams
Yet sweet you are to me
Happy in blue and white
With your merry little faces
Like fairies and lithe sprites.
Mar 12, 2024
Mar 12, 2024 at 1:07 PM UTC
Usually the underdog,
The weird -- the strange.
Unconventional in style,
But with an amazing range.
The distinction may be clear,
But he has already changed.
From the conformity to society,
To the death of Me.
To the tragic fate that awaits us,
Almost every single day.
We just try to fit in,
But who does that make us?
Just another one of them,
White-Collar with distrust.
Stories tell us to be different,
but in reality we shall halt.
The very thought of variety
Is to be taken with a grain of salt.
When it comes down to being true,
Just try to be you.
You won’t fail your own test,
Unless you catch the flu.
Sometimes it gets hard,
But trust me it gets better.
Play your own cards,
Just don’t be a setter.
In two years from now,
or maybe three.
Someone will ask you,
What’d you do with all that debris?
Tell them you left it,
Tell them wanted to be free.
And that now more than ever,
You can live peacefully.
As I said before,
Life can be tough.
But stand up and roar,
in that mighty Southpaw galore.
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 11:56 PM UTC
Hustle and Struggle;
The world may not know your pain
Chin up lil kid
The sweats on your brow won't go in vain.
Climbing the stairs of success bit by bit
Standing aloof in a crowd where I don't fit.
Sleepless night, exhaustion from the fights
Won't stop the chase
Till I become the best.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
The wise woman bends a broken knee
Her ewer goes deep into the clear river
A shiver
From the cold fingertips to the snow of her hair
All tangled with voices and
swallowed bits of oceans and
muffled out cracks and
internal bruising and
the light that they give off
the dreadlocks she will never part with.
She approaches the crowd that watches
Someone bathe in the cold waters.
She fills which cups are still upright
Nods at a ‘thank you’ or two
And wipes a tired eye
as she fills her own with wine.
Water’s to drink
And youth is to behold.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
Who decides what historical events adorn
textbooks students read,
hence a starry notion born
grew up while
this lumpenproletariat day dreaming,
Asian aw shucks husky
husbandry furrowed brow gritty farmer
barnstorming across
expansive fields of baby
(barely) barley corn
crib bed crop 'pon harvest time,
(an maize zing genre), especially
when enriched with humus
laden loamy muck cob bra,
then aye delightfully
trumpet from dehorn
of good 'n plenti kernel Sanders gave me
saluting rank and file fool's capped
fecund fashioned earthborn
dunce sing tassels,
versus growing seasons gone by,
when draught of ideas forlorn
despite futilely blowing on my flugelhorn
high and dry reap peat head paltry yield,
asper when this strapping chap
a sweaty backed greenhorn
pondering why agrarian laborious life of toil
omitted as part and parcel of "newsworthy"
posterity sagas deeming
shenanigans of highborn
and/or "FAKE" headlines crowd inborn
noble folks,
who grease palms of industrialists,
whose quaking self importance
thwarts aside rural cosseted
krummhorn grounded bumpkin mor'n
how kapellmeister coaches bourgeoisie
helping determine
zero absolute value of newborn
fated to slave away
till body electric outworn,
yet paradigm shift of
(butter late then ever)
jiffy popcorn version
sown by seeds of Jethro Tull,
whose bonhomie with brio didst reborn
agricultural revolution took root,
whence before long some did scorn
and lamented machinations
ordered simple existence ripped and torn,
where antithetical views suppressed
and unto revolutionaries
became legion and well-worn.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
Just because someone’s loves you
Doesn’t mean they believe in you
So go on little guy
Go get after it
Lets prove people wrong
But know yourself
Know your worth
Back’s to fences?
You best get going
Go on, Be bold brother!
Cocky, confident go **** it! You cocky ****
Go back to your circle of sinners
Don’t you dare try and take time from the talented ones life
...
It’s pretty easy to appoint
To not disappoint
When you’ve been dubbed such a loser
Well...
Here’s my stand **** you and **** this
I’m the man!
I make the magic!
I will prevail
I will no longer be pounded
Underdogs don’t always finish first
But we’ll **** well die doing it
So go on little guy
Lets go get em
Cause even with love little
Our hope is high
Cocky, confident and **** big chip on our shoulders
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 5:34 AM UTC
Seoul boy
nice kid, eighteen, from the East
took on the east side
and the west side
story goes,
his mother knew
"much dings"
and his father knew politics, so
"less dings"
his mother was a woman of
words,
spoke of feminists,
spoke of progress,
read many books and
spoke goot engeulish,
"and your job?"
"No, that is your father question."
huh?
his father was a man that
WAS,
ran for a lot and
stood for a lot and
looked far ahead and
above of his head but
never really
seem to
stop? Seoul boy thought,
of Times Square. Times Square.
TIMES SQUARE
everyday, out there
selling shirts that say
"wo-I-NY"
and umbrellas
when it rained.
(and yes, it rained
in the city of dreams)
soft-lookin' kid
hard cash,
best friends with the
homeless "trash", so-called.
"urban campers,"
"friendly locals!"
"fairly loco?"
"lotsa cOcO."
huh.
Seoul boy, working at a
Greenwich pharmacy
first-time paycheck
first-time real job
first-time AC
first-time man ask me
out
there, somewhere
out there.
what?
your home.
my home? yeah.
no. wait what?
this is home
even gay man knew.
even homeless knew.
even Seoul boy knew.
"best place I am live,
'till die."
he said
"best place is
the New York City."
he said
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
“Any future plan?”, she asked
I told,
“To grow, taller than the height
Heavier than the weight.”
“haha”, her surficial response
I was abstracting my dream.
She thought it is fun,
Nah ! it’s my life.
Let it be.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
She sits on her bed wondering if she will ever get better.
Ever BE better.
She wonders if her choices and emotions are her fault
Or a product of something deeper.
She stares at herself in the mirror
and wonders
If her tired eyes were caused by the torrent of tears, or instead, if they were caused by life's tolls.
But,
What she doesn't know,
Is that the only person who sees her in this way
Is herself.
She
Is only the underdog
To herself.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 12:08 PM UTC
i hate when people judge other people on the way they dance. like *** *** is she doing, she can’t dance” she may not be able to dance but i bet she is having more fun than you, hater.
and to me she looks more beautiful than anyone in here cause she is free
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC
I was the last served from the dish of good luck
Where I sat at the table of life
The man before scraped the residual muck
From the plate with the edge of his knife
But the last shall be first, and so I was served
The primary course of mishap
I could not comprehend how I had deserved
Such a rich and luxurious scrap
How can one poor person consume such a feast
Of mischance as allotted to me
Others would sink in despair, at least
To see fate their forsworn enemy
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
Meant for more from birth
Carried in satin like a god
I do not envy you
When I succeed it is a surprise
Something met with pride
Due to lack of expectation
The Underdog Advantage
When you succeed it is anticipated
Should have been more
Greater in size and worth
Living up to your destiny
I do not envy your
Royal Disadvantage
In this great race
The start line may begin
With varied handicaps
But the finish line is in turn
Equal distance
I do not believe in Royal Design
We are all nothing to begin with
Nothing simply looks different depending on
Where you're standing.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 3:42 AM UTC
Trying to breathe,
TRYING TO BREATHE
into the woods.
An old woman
in a furry hat
& I,
laughing together
still somewhat
lifelike.
Ever too proud
to play
boomerang
or go fetch
for change
FOR CHANGE
we live out
of bags.
Exactly where
we're meant to be
& 'how you say?'
...all that jazz."
--shoo.shu #doubleentendres #poetry #spilledink #inthenow #inthemoment #underdog #homeless #boho #bohemian #wanderlust #gypsy #nomad
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
All things considered
I’m not too unhappy
With this underdog life
Watching from the shadows
How other people
Who consider themselves
To be happier
**** up
Time after time
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
You inspire me to keep writing.
You inspire me to continue fighting for what "I" belive in.
You make me want to prove you wrong.
To show you I'm so much more than a torn page in a book.
To show you everything I do doesn't come from a dark place.
What I listen to, what I write & what I say. You belive it comes from an evil place.
Why?
Song: James Arthur X
By: Long Live The King
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
Mildly hot
But enough to keep the others on their feet
So flamboyant but immensely discreet
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
If you hang on to the wrong things you just might fall
What if you lived in a world were the underdog is the golden boy?
A huge victory in a tiny mind
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
A willing volunteer
It was out of my hands
Not my choice
No regrets.
Should have seen the signs
Went in blind
Naive to think I could trust you
My style never changed
You lured me in
For your own hidden agenda
Massaged my ego
I kept my options open
You found out
You took it personally
You took it the wrong way
I broke your trust
You sought revenge
I read the signs
You tried to trick me
You turned the tables
Hindered my growth
Made me a scapegoat
Damaged my reputation
Stitched me up
Left me out on a limb
You acted on impulse
You spoke too soon
You showed your cards
I held the aces
I made sacrifices to meet the target
I made mistakes
I left myself exposed
You thought you were clever
I knew your next move
You couldn't predict what was coming next.
You never chose me
I was rejected
Not valued
Not appreciated
Shame on you and your accomplice
Exposed for what you are
A pair of bullies
No turning back
I've had enough
I'm going
Going
Gone!
You grin
I saw through it
I'm no clown
I'm just a fool for exposing my weaknesses to a pair of manipulative *******
My character traits twisted to bolster your own selfish positions.
Surpression is the lowest form of greed threatened by my presence.
I'm no longer your target but now direct competitor.
Watch your backs
I'm on a mission to crush your egos to mush you pair of ******
I will Expose you for the clowns you've become.
Blowing smoke up each other's arses does nothing to build up the team.
A dog will always bite if provoked.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
The Benchwarmer with peeled eyes and a chip on his shoulder
Was all ears but under the weather
The Pick of the Litter told him to hold his horses and that he could not pass go to collect two hundred dollars
Bob his Uncle was down in the dumps that day
And ***** his Aunt's eyes were bigger than her stomach
But she had a punchline so funny it would rock your socks off then proceed to knock them off even though they fit like a glove
But somewhere in the crowd there we're various whisperers and a soothsayer who knew The Benchwarmer would win it big single-handedly that day
And they all shouted from the stands
"You got a good head on your shoulders, you little pain in the ***
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
You
With the underdog smile
And the quirky attitude
I took a shining to you
You've been beaten
You've been bruised
And I took a shining to you
We were two underdogs
A team
But you
You can't reciprocate
You can't see past your affliction
You dig until the ground falls from beneath you
And I can't fill in the holes
Not fast enough
No matter what I do
It doesn't mean a thing to you
And you don't see the way it eats at me
You can't see that I'm defeated
Because you're far too busy
Digging your holes
Gotta have all eyes on you
Because everything is you
You want them all to know your name
You want to be their sun
And you beg
And you lie
And you cheat
Dig your holes
Bury your knives
You bury your knives in me
And I've had enough
I'm done
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC