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River Jan 2018
I can't seem to understand
These happenings
Scraped and leathered hands
Wipe away the stinging tears
Of this ardous transformation
Saying goodbye to everything
That no longer
Feeds me
Pulling from my old, tight skin
Growing into
The skin I was meant to be in.
izzat haziq Mar 2014
i miss the nights when i would feel nothing, see nothing
the nights when i wandered to another astral in the midst of my deep slumber
when i discovered what it is like to be in a realm of dreams, to be devoured by the lucidity of nightmares.

now that is all set and done i have finally grown up
an entity managed to lift the veils of sands that shielded my eyelids
i've lost my yawn, my drowsy eyes
sleep has transcended itself from being an effortless routine to an ardous task
clouds of thoughts lingered in my mind attacking me
a myriad of irrelevant voices resonates in my ear
i am distracted by pathetic regrets
an hour quickly turns into a whole night of arguments with the inner being that dwells inside of me

so i am left with no choice but to fight them
every war leaves casualties
and it seems that my soldiers ought to be treated with large prescription of sleeping pills
Spencer Craig Nov 2014
she came from a broken home, wasn't to ambitious
and the fact she was loose was surreptitious
she did this to make up for what her childhood lacked
so she picked dudes up and droped them quick like jacks
so it wasn't surprising that after a while
her abdomen became an embryo's domicile
she didn't want it but her parents weren't pro-choice
she might as well have had strep throat, had no vocie
her days were then filled with insults down right explict
all this for just one unsurpervised visit
after nine months of the tribulations of misogyny
it was time to bring forth her progeny
after a few ardous hours she gave birth
to a girl which suprisingly filled her with mirth
she  relized she had something to live for
and she promised to give her
everything she need and to not let anything encumber
her daughter's success as she watched her slumber
she named her rose because she if it took till the world's doom
she would nuture this child untill she finally blooms
i know the lines are a bit to long in this song and it would be very helpful if someone would help me truncate them. thanks!
kelvin mungai May 2016
I lay there dying
With my mind wrapped in agonizing knots
Endeavouring to unravel the ardous mysteries of life
Resounding bangs wrecked my temple
With soul confined in fabric mesh of guilt wallowing in a limbo painted with slimes of  failures
   my third eye could glimpse spewed papers spilled ink and broken pens all baying for a piece of my inner being
   The mission i had forsaken was baring it fangs ready to devour me
   As i lay there dying it dawned to me the  the race was over i was hanging in a ravine with judgement at the finish line awaiting my selfish soul
rivulet of ink soaked my **** skin sizzling and corroding my flesh the pain was unwritable  misty wraith  shrouded my eyes snatching away my last moment sight of the beautiful sun
   I lay there with no sense of time laboured breath managed to escape my nasal cavity heartbeat drummed skimply giving me a last chance to make peace with my fate
Inside my restless heart my soul was dying
A cold heat was drying my old *****
My final dying wish tried to escape through my clenched
Teeth
I lay there trying to push the smell of death through my cracked throat
As i chocked with foul air of all the wrongs i had commited
My mask and guise that had obscured my face peeled away seething away my melalin baring my true identity to world masses
Numbed thoughts clogged my mind soaking the reality and waterlogging my six sense
I lay there with needles of truth jabbing every inch of my flesh
In hell demons remixed a dirge with my name reminding me i belonged in abyss
As i lay there dying a wraith of mist shrouded my whole being reminding me of all the darkness inside me weighing me down remindind me i had to die n e ever rise again
I lay there dying
Wondering how many will be left crying
Hers

He was hers
was
in the past.
Nevertheless still,
He is imprisoned by the agony erstwhile
is
now.
Oh how ardous it must have been!
to him
to her
To love him in the days to come
Foreseeing that she can't be in his heart
no matter how hard she tries
Because of her in his
So, until when?
Martyr she is!
He can't never be hers
Because He was hers
Even before time,
Today,
And by and by.
rubby Sep 2017
i am the anchor
but now
i will lift my self up and put myself at the dock
so you can sail away freely
dont mind me, i will be okay.

i believe it will be ardous but again
i will be okay

you ll hear me bawling as you sail away but again
i will be okay

and im quivering as i say goodbye but again
i will okay

this goodbye sounds more like a plea for you to stay
X Aug 2019
I frown every time / I smile and think it's fine
Deep inside i feel tired / When I'm with you I feel energized
Bad thoughts always in my mind / You are always at my side
They just couldn't move away/ You are the ray of sunshine that stays

Every step is heavy / Every walk feels a breeze
Time is slow and taxing / Wishing to spend more with you darling
Always felt weak and anxious / With you its not difficult nor ardous

Hoping that it would stop/ Always wanting for more
Hoping I would be numb / Always wanting affections that are dumb
Hoping it would finally be lost/ Always wanting it to last
Finally written another poem for a long time
Rahama Dec 2020
I know that I'm loved
But it's not so often that I feel so loved by those around me
I know that I'm loved
But there's just so many burdens and no one there to remind me
But today,
I knew it
I felt it
Something so tangible
I cried because of it
I laughed because of it
Long
Hard
It's like the whole year was set up for this day
Conveniently at the close of the year
Like a kind of mini-evaluation
That I gave my best when I could
I loved as hard as I should
I was there for people when it mattered
And my days were not time wasted on the flimsy distractions that life sets up for us.

Seeing those messages,
Despite the ardous task of replying them all
Didn't make me happy,
Oh no!
The word seems too simple
Too ephemeral to describe this
Seeing all those messages
Was like a reminder that I do matter
And the little things I do or say matters
That I'm loved for me, every version right till this moment
And every other version that follows till Christ comes
I'll stop here because this is getting too long
It's sounding more like a Taylor Swift song
Lol.

In all, I just wanted to thank you.
For being here, for knowing me
For showing love
I appreciate you❤️
Thank you again. I didn't read through this, I'll probably die cringing.
Shadow Aug 2020
Life is a game, a grandscale game with never ending experiences, feelings and thoughts to be had. Within this great game we play many other games, a major category of this, being social games.
One, somewhat flawed, rule which we have made up for this social game is that one really doesn't know or doesn't feel something unless they can describe it with words whereas that's not the case!

You can describe something but you cannot tell me it's hows or what it truly is, let me give you an example:
I tell my friends that I am in love with a girl, raptorously, and they ask me to "prove it" or tell them how I'm "in love with her" and, if I'm a good poet, I would say: "I love her as the fish in the pond loves the moon's reflection, I love her as the birds love to sing in the mornings, I love her as the toe loves hitting the side of something at 3 in the morning, I love her rapturously, with all my being and all my heart." and then they would say wow and say that yes I really do love the girl.

However not everyone is a poet and mere words cannot express how and what we feel because as much as I try to express my love to the world through words and utterances it will always fail to send out what I truly feel at heart. You cannot tell me how you beat your heart, how you formulate your thoughts or how you digest your food, you just 𝑑𝑜 it.

To try to explain somethings to some people would be like trying to drink the ocean with a fork: ardous, boring and neverending. You can always try to, but you would get tired in the first 30 seconds and they, too, would leave.
Words are not the only tool which you have in order to express yourself to the world, music and art can both be so much more heartfelt than words can ever express. However not all of us are musicians or artists and so I will present you another, better and more effective, alternative: 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.
marvin m brato Aug 2018
I love you...
But you love another, .
And he loves you back.
Your bond has been strong.

I love you very much...
A feeling I cannot live without,
And I must do what I think is right;
To let go of the love you have for him.

I love you till the end...
Ardous emotion I will cherish,
In my heart I always hold you dear;
Even if this means breaking my love for you.

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