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"challenging" poems
‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway, In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay. Practicing semantic contemplation, In willfully prevenient interpolation, Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray, Forecasts in vague extrapolation Contrasts the millennial contagion Already underway, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates. An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion, Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion, The personable recluse fighting an illusion Breaking down the nuances of every institution. Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility, An opinionated adversary, to the realist without evidence, Theorizing in futility, Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community. Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified, Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified, Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide, Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide, Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified. Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity, As consequential regiments are expounded universally, To unstratify the residents indiscriminately And identify quantum elements spiritualistically, Changing collective behavior individually, Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.
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Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
Paradoxical Tendencies
‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say? ‘A posteriori’ leads the way For the extra and the ordinary Axiomatic sway, In the gravity of corollary, ‘A priori’ interplay Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation, As the innocence of dissonance delay. Practicing semantic contemplation, In willfully prevenient interpolation, Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray, Forecasts in vague extrapolation Contrasts the millennial contagion Already underway, Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves, To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves, A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves, Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves, Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves, A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves. The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates, An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states, Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates. Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates, Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates, Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates. An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion, Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion, The personable recluse fighting an illusion Breaking down the nuances of every institution. Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility, An opinionated adversary, to the realist without evidence, Theorizing in futility, Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community. Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified, Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified, Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide, Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide, Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified. Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity, As consequential regiments are expounded universally, To unstratify the residents indiscriminately And identify quantum elements spiritualistically, Changing collective behavior individually, Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.
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I love you, The best is yet to come. Don't scramble, Let us plan our lives. We have it in our hands, Luck and destiny will bend before us. Yes we toil for it, Both of us will put efforts. Don't be scared dear, Just hold my hand firmly. What we can't individually do, Together we will manage it all. The sun in our sky has risen, It will reach higher up above. Not burning it will emblazon, Just shining away all darkness. How differences of ours remain, We won't let them become large. And yes, today I tell you darling, Two different individuals we are. So many of differences will ripen, But how we treat them is unto us. We can't let them become so large, The love we share is much bigger. Just practice perseverance my love, Stay strong & toil hard we both will. Not breaking mountains we must be, Still challenging stay all our methods. Zest of ours must not fail in this spirit, Zealous we voyage on in the sea of life. We both have that passion in ourselves, Helping people parry off all the dangers. Never would we worry about our past, For we both cherish the lessons learnt. Odds will often rise between both of us, We won't let them disunite us any day. This love I feel is a bit experienced, And my experience tells me a lot. We must never fall out separate, Because together we're happy. Differences do not invite rifts, Neither should we let them...
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
Just A Reminder...
His hands are long, calloused and inviting. Scars tell stories, scattered across his knuckles. He has one hand cradled in the other, tapping and rubbing his palm with his fingers. His mind is a jungle: heavy, sticky, lush, challenging to navigate, surrounded by undecayed green and unobstructed sea. “Are you anxious?” His hands are moving rapidly, yellow parrotbills flitting in and out of the tall tree trunks and violet, epiphytic orchids of his mind. Turning to face me, he stretches his lips into a smile. He assures me that he is fine, but he doesn’t see any birds.
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
Epiphyte
Back & forth the waves roll in Challenging the beach The foaming surf offers up a dream That so far is out of reach I wish I could live among the waves Like the seal that I've just seen Without a care for what comes next Or for what has ever been To swim among gigantic whales Majestic in their song Content with life - to carry on Knowing they belong To fly up high above the swell Like the seagulls do Playing in the clouds of spray They all know the truth Happiness is a gift That we can not take for granted In the profoundness of the ocean Seeds of hope will now be planted Back & forth the waves roll in Their cycle never ends My life continues to evolve The sea will help me mend (C) Pixievic 2016
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
Sanctuary
Her lips constant at the utterance Of sweet and serene words filled With adoration, praising him, He who made endless hearts do cartwheels and somersaults Of multiple, millions nigh and far their hearts loving As long as he’s living Nonetheless, changing courses Of history was what she excelled One glance, one encounter turned Her lips managing to do none but stutter To his shielded heart no one managed to flutter His deer like eyes observing With admiration, eyes sparkling every look, crook, nook Of her smile that shook The worlds and heavens Devout in his heart and mind His earth's plates shifting His massive planets orbiting He witnessed it all in one being The gravity of the universe on her Shoulders heavy from responsibility The heavens challenging her capability Her hardships conveyed as she blinked their dilated orbs communicating language barriers unstoppable To what her eyes held He understood his needs To care, to cherish, to love, Feeling his heart pumping blood Faster, quicker than light Travelling the dark domains Undiscovered, just like her soul That he felt the need to explore As his heart finally fluttered
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 2:46 AM UTC
Fluttering hearts
Birds have their homes. This bird made this world, Its own home. When other birds struggled To make friends beyond their homes, This bird made followers and comrades, Transformed them The perseverent leaders of a challenging mission It put its foot on Argentina and Set its victorious fight in Cuba. Availed losses in Congo Voiced and breathed every millisecond Struggled recklessly for a mission, Freedom, peace & prosperity of all its fellow birds Beyond borders. The most superior of the superior birds With an infinite and complex strings of cunningness Put an end to this bird in Bolivia. At the end, the bird failed Fell a prey for other selfish birds. As a root that fell and Buried itself in the soil with an infinite power. To give hope and shelter, To all those who come under it, For the near future and coming generations The bird died! But its mission ignited the phoenix flames In its bird comrades. Got them to fight for Every drop of Injustice, Imperialism and hatred That came racing towards them As an inescapable bullet Their hearts raised in spirit When every drop of its thought Hit them more fierce than The world’s most powerful atomic bomb. The bird died. But its ideals for the mission Rekindled the fires in their heart. Being born an ordinary bird, Fighting for the most demanded & toughest mission, Its thought and principles Set new leaders to fight the unattainable mission Now, looking the most possible Within an attaining distance The bird lived its life, An ordinary and the most challenging one. But transformed a phoenix, When it left the world. And created more of Daring Phoenix warriors; Attain a world filled with peace and happiness.
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Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC
Phoenix for the humanity
Birds have their homes. This bird made this world, Its own home. When other birds struggled To make friends beyond their homes, This bird made followers and comrades, Transformed them The perseverent leaders of a challenging mission It put its foot on Argentina and Set its victorious fight in Cuba. Availed losses in Congo Voiced and breathed every millisecond Struggled recklessly for a mission, Freedom, peace & prosperity of all its fellow birds Beyond borders. The most superior of the superior birds With an infinite and complex strings of cunningness Put an end to this bird in Bolivia. At the end, the bird failed Fell a prey for other selfish birds. As a root that fell and Buried itself in the soil with an infinite power. To give hope and shelter, To all those who come under it, For the near future and coming generations The bird died! But its mission ignited the phoenix flames In its bird comrades. Got them to fight for Every drop of Injustice, Imperialism and hatred That came racing towards them As an inescapable bullet Their hearts raised in spirit When every drop of its thought Hit them more fierce than The world’s most powerful atomic bomb. The bird died. But its ideals for the mission Rekindled the fires in their heart. Being born an ordinary bird, Fighting for the most demanded & toughest mission, Its thought and principles Set new leaders to fight the unattainable mission Now, looking the most possible Within an attaining distance The bird lived its life, An ordinary and the most challenging one. But transformed a phoenix, When it left the world. And created more of Daring Phoenix warriors; Attain a world filled with peace and happiness.
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Loosing is not an option its a choice sucess is not permanent it is a roller coaster ride goes up and down slide left and right at the peak or at the bottom sometimes high or sometime it clatters someone cries at the end , someone got it a lot better aftermath,they got wobbly legs can't stand straight or enjoys it before it ends. thrill excites but never resides fun is  transitory but still entertaining hardwork is persistant and challenging Tears become companion in the journey happy or sad eyes let them flow choose as per your desire because there is no turning back never saw turns that left behind chasing the speed to overcome the distance readily
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Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
Turning point....
Beastly is this monster state yet many damsels cannot avoid Some may call it disturbingly conflicting and become annoyed Where rationality coexists with irrationality in an unstable realm Pretty monster states navigate this journey as captains at the helm Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states No need to disguise your fury or depressions Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states This is just part of your amazing expressions Wonder is this monster state since the inception of Adam and Eve Men can only hope to be compassionate, steadfast and never peeved One moment, pretty monster states can be loving and best friends Next moment, challenging one’s good nature and spirit to extreme ends Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states No need to disguise your fury or depressions Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states This is just part of your amazing expressions Frightful is this monster state like a suspenseful thriller or mystery Only those who are not faint of heart can sleuth this case history Where a profound will of character serves to stabilize one’s constitution Bringing the monster state to an uneventful but amenable restitution Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states No need to disguise your fury or depressions Pretty monster states, Pretty monster states This is just part of your amazing expressions.
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
Pretty Monster States ***
MS Multiple Scleriosis Aka Miserable Self "Listen to your body" Says MS nurse Your mind keeps going Burning sensations intermittent Stabing and shooting in arms and legs Crawling in your head Numbness in your *** Forget fullness Wobbling  stumberling Fear Pregablin ***** Dampening your fuesed nerves Limping dragging "rest" Says MS nurse Mind keeps going Days are half days Taken up by sleep Fear Weakness Dropping Numbness "pace yourself " says MS nurse Mind keeps going job half done Delegate Let go "Use your alternative technology " Says MS nurse Mind keeps going Stick Mixer Steamer Robotic vacuum cleaner Hose Wheelchair Automatic car It's challenging Managing Self Be kinder to yourself Kindness rules
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Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 6:38 AM UTC
It's challenging managing
Life is a river flowing, Beautiful and challenging. Begins with birth, Ends with death, Same source. Life is a treasure, Its contents has no measure. Down the river of our life, Roars raindrops of love and strife, Laughter, dreams and sorrows. Life,like the river splits into arms, Moving where we want it to strum, With  courage and right attitude, Not to forget HIS gratitude, Either be islanded between our negative thoughts, Or plunge down into a long waterfall of depressive  noughts. Let the sparkling water of life flow through us adventurously, Vibrating, exciting and luxuriously, Awakening every cell and fibre in us. As the river of our life takes a turn and a bend, We never know what it will send. All we have to do is follow the right path, And not cross HIS wrath.
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 9:50 AM UTC
Life a River
Beatrice Independent, Selfless Daring, Trusting, Hardworking Loving, Challenging, Caring, inspiring Prior
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
Divergent
Often times people say go to the gym, “It’ll make you happy, and you’ll feel energized!” These are some of the things I’ve experienced or thoughts I’ve manifested over my teenage years. Ahh yes great ol’ puberty! Onto adulthood, yikes! Go to the gym and lose that extra weight that your family and so called “friends” have been passively judging you for. Go to the gym, but don’t lift weights because you’ll get bulky, and no one will ever love you if you look like a female Hulk. Go to the gym. Go to the gym. I hear this left and right. But I fear that I’ll embarrass myself and that everyone is watching me. Anxiety and panic attacks hold me back. And what happens when that clinically depressed person is told time and time again to “just work out” and “get out of bed; it’ll make you feel great?” What if they just came down from a manic episode and crashed? What will people say then? Well I know what I want to say: This isn’t as simple as the morning blues or that feeling you have after listening to a sad song that reminds you of your past. (Not to disqualify those emotions whatsoever.) Depression is the ruminating thoughts that no one loves you or ever will. It is feeling so empty that your appetite is nonexistent and your motivation to do what you once loved is gone. Anxiety is holding your breath and forgetting to breathe, so you just sit there in pain until finally someone or something reminds you to release. Release all that you’ve built up. Stop the isolation, and share what’s on your mind. It’s not easy. Trust me I know. Two days ago I went to the gym, and yesterday I went to the gym. Can you guess what I did today? I went to the gym despite every fiber in my being telling me I couldn’t. I had the support of my mom and sister. Find a gym buddy. Start small because all the machines and strong people can look intimidating. But they all started somewhere and now you can too. Make a goal. Something that is not too small or too large. For me, I’m training for a 5K that’s in the beginning of May. It will be challenging yet doable. Sometimes none of us knows what we’re doing, and that’s the beauty and challenges of life. Don’t quit after one try. Your journey is now starting its new chapter. Stay in the present moment, and keep going. I believe in you.
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Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 1:14 AM UTC
Today I Went to the Gym...
Often times people say go to the gym, “It’ll make you happy, and you’ll feel energized!” These are some of the things I’ve experienced or thoughts I’ve manifested over my teenage years. Ahh yes great ol’ puberty! Onto adulthood, yikes! Go to the gym and lose that extra weight that your family and so called “friends” have been passively judging you for. Go to the gym, but don’t lift weights because you’ll get bulky, and no one will ever love you if you look like a female Hulk. Go to the gym. Go to the gym. I hear this left and right. But I fear that I’ll embarrass myself and that everyone is watching me. Anxiety and panic attacks hold me back. And what happens when that clinically depressed person is told time and time again to “just work out” and “get out of bed; it’ll make you feel great?” What if they just came down from a manic episode and crashed? What will people say then? Well I know what I want to say: This isn’t as simple as the morning blues or that feeling you have after listening to a sad song that reminds you of your past. (Not to disqualify those emotions whatsoever.) Depression is the ruminating thoughts that no one loves you or ever will. It is feeling so empty that your appetite is nonexistent and your motivation to do what you once loved is gone. Anxiety is holding your breath and forgetting to breathe, so you just sit there in pain until finally someone or something reminds you to release. Release all that you’ve built up. Stop the isolation, and share what’s on your mind. It’s not easy. Trust me I know. Two days ago I went to the gym, and yesterday I went to the gym. Can you guess what I did today? I went to the gym despite every fiber in my being telling me I couldn’t. I had the support of my mom and sister. Find a gym buddy. Start small because all the machines and strong people can look intimidating. But they all started somewhere and now you can too. Make a goal. Something that is not too small or too large. For me, I’m training for a 5K that’s in the beginning of May. It will be challenging yet doable. Sometimes none of us knows what we’re doing, and that’s the beauty and challenges of life. Don’t quit after one try. Your journey is now starting its new chapter. Stay in the present moment, and keep going. I believe in you.
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POWERFUL LOVE SPELLS Love spells are kind of spells used in relationship/marriage to solve problems or for easy love. Our Powerful love spells have been used for a long time and proved to be really working. A love spell can be cast at anytime to bring about good mutual understanding between two lovers. Let it be that someone used black magic to separate you from the love of your life; we can break the evil spells between you. Our spells for love are long lasting, natural and free from any satanic forces, love spells that work include ; Get Back Your Ex Spells It happens some many times when you are over taken by your ex’s love but how do you get your ex back or win your ex boyfriend or ex girlfriend back? How do you win your love back? How can you make your ex boyfriend to appreciate you more than before? How can you bring back your ex girlfriend? Yes it’s very possible to bring back your ex lovers with the get back your ex spells. The get back your ex spells will be cast to you in periods when you need to reconnect with your ex lover (ex boyfriend or ex girl friend) in whatever conditions, no matter if he or she moved on with someone else. Getting back your ex. getting back your ex is very challenging especially when you don’t have a good spell caster or psychic to help you get back you’re ex lover (ex boyfriend or girl friend). We cast love spells to get your ex lover back to you in a short time. You will expect to get the same good love you had before you separated from your ex. Get ex back. For many years people have been asking how they can get their ex back with use of spells. The good news is that we have been for so long helping people to reconnect with their lovers. Call: +27 73 825 2477 Email: [email protected] http://nativehealer.blogspot.com/
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
Love Spells to Return a Lost Lover and Bring Back Your Ex +27 738 252 477 Mauritania Qatar Bahrain Djibouti
POWERFUL LOVE SPELLS Love spells are kind of spells used in relationship/marriage to solve problems or for easy love. Our Powerful love spells have been used for a long time and proved to be really working. A love spell can be cast at anytime to bring about good mutual understanding between two lovers. Let it be that someone used black magic to separate you from the love of your life; we can break the evil spells between you. Our spells for love are long lasting, natural and free from any satanic forces, love spells that work include ; Get Back Your Ex Spells It happens some many times when you are over taken by your ex’s love but how do you get your ex back or win your ex boyfriend or ex girlfriend back? How do you win your love back? How can you make your ex boyfriend to appreciate you more than before? How can you bring back your ex girlfriend? Yes it’s very possible to bring back your ex lovers with the get back your ex spells. The get back your ex spells will be cast to you in periods when you need to reconnect with your ex lover (ex boyfriend or ex girl friend) in whatever conditions, no matter if he or she moved on with someone else. Getting back your ex. getting back your ex is very challenging especially when you don’t have a good spell caster or psychic to help you get back you’re ex lover (ex boyfriend or girl friend). We cast love spells to get your ex lover back to you in a short time. You will expect to get the same good love you had before you separated from your ex. Get ex back. For many years people have been asking how they can get their ex back with use of spells. The good news is that we have been for so long helping people to reconnect with their lovers. Call: +27 73 825 2477 Email: [email protected] http://nativehealer.blogspot.com/
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Congratulations! It’s finally over! You’ve climbed the mountains and trekked the canyons Now it’s time to meet the future. The past four yeas Have been challenging and rough, But we’ve chosen our careers And high school’s not enough. University’s on the way. There are many more paths to tread And more adventures to slay All widespread. We’ll be all across the world Some here and some there Not knowing the next place we’ll be hurled But we’ll be well prepared. We’ve all known each other for a while Some longer than other But through the years our lifestyle Will keep up close together. Our travels and experiences Will unite us Across the long distances, Shortening the crevice. Congratulations! It’s finally over! You’ve climbed the mountains and trekked the canyons Now it’s time to meet the future.
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May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 2:42 AM UTC
Congratulations
I'm head starting the challenging life 12th grade decides my future strife. Herein lies the mystery of tomorrow Destiny of the mighty ship in my carefull row. Not asking for incredible flourishing results But delivering support for my stupendous work. Not asking for imaginative unreachable marks But holding my hands to provide the best of myself. Not asking to pour elixir for hardwork devoid outcome But strolling me through the gates of earnestness. Not asking for your substitution in me But to confront me with your intrepid grace. Not asking for grade ten replica But lending me the same earnest virtue. Help me ignore the incompatible watchers, To provide the least hope of comparing Falling in despair in other's successful fruits. But to help better and improvise my solitary results And shelter me in your house of modesty. No beneficial ranks but the submissive marks that lends a hair to my cognitive efforts To grant me light in the death of night. Let me blossom as tranquily as the sunflower Yet not vanish in the glory of jubliation But gradually offer me petals And extend the reliance day by day. Mindful and heeding my compatible hardwork Finally, let me conquer the glamorous colour Of my utmost individuality. Rehabilating the small hopes intro pristine reality Aware of the hunger turning to lime light To strike a chord for my year before. Take me on your hands, float me through legitimate mistakes, rip me apart in the wave of unquenchable thirst and finally wrap me out as a champion badge of jaded grade twelve. Finally, Bless me God, provide eternal marvels Bless me God, honour the righteous path As the testimony of your judicious grace Bless me God, I'm starting life (grade twelve)
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 2:52 AM UTC
Bless me God, I'm Starting Life
I'm head starting the challenging life 12th grade decides my future strife. Herein lies the mystery of tomorrow Destiny of the mighty ship in my carefull row. Not asking for incredible flourishing results But delivering support for my stupendous work. Not asking for imaginative unreachable marks But holding my hands to provide the best of myself. Not asking to pour elixir for hardwork devoid outcome But strolling me through the gates of earnestness. Not asking for your substitution in me But to confront me with your intrepid grace. Not asking for grade ten replica But lending me the same earnest virtue. Help me ignore the incompatible watchers, To provide the least hope of comparing Falling in despair in other's successful fruits. But to help better and improvise my solitary results And shelter me in your house of modesty. No beneficial ranks but the submissive marks that lends a hair to my cognitive efforts To grant me light in the death of night. Let me blossom as tranquily as the sunflower Yet not vanish in the glory of jubliation But gradually offer me petals And extend the reliance day by day. Mindful and heeding my compatible hardwork Finally, let me conquer the glamorous colour Of my utmost individuality. Rehabilating the small hopes intro pristine reality Aware of the hunger turning to lime light To strike a chord for my year before. Take me on your hands, float me through legitimate mistakes, rip me apart in the wave of unquenchable thirst and finally wrap me out as a champion badge of jaded grade twelve. Finally, Bless me God, provide eternal marvels Bless me God, honour the righteous path As the testimony of your judicious grace Bless me God, I'm starting life (grade twelve)
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There are many side effects of being ambitious, but having the desire and determination to succeed is not and will never be a bad thing. when you've encountered so many tribulations and you want something as desprestly as you want to breathe, you know that giving up has never been an option and will never be, but the most challenging thing is that most of these people only try to minimize our aspirations and what we wish to be. but I guess that's what we get when we're living in a city full of sorrow, deceit and unfulfilled dreams. And nobody wants to listen when we try to tell them,  but There's this  yearning inside of me that everyone is failing to see. and I have every intent of satisfying this hunger no matter how difficult it is to achieve. I guess a side effect of being ambitious is not knowing when enough is enough. I was taught that nothing good comes easily, We have to fight for what we want and most likely it'll be tough. but we were born fighters with purpose running through our veins zealously, causing us to be relentless when it comes to what we crave to be. now don't get me wrong I'll put on for my city KC, but it's not at all the place I aspire to be, and to put it simply I have to leave and I owe all of that to my ambitious personality. a side effect of being ambitious is having unnerving passion, making others feel threatened as they try to reconstruct our visions into ideas that they can understand. but just because they do it does not mean we have to give in. the ball is in your court, this is your life. take control. it wouldn't make sense to throw everything away to appease the mind of someone who has already lost their soul.   A side effect of being ambitious is having unwavering Faith. I just wish for you to never be discouraged, because ambition will forever and always be one of the most attractive traits.
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Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
Side Effects of Being Ambitious
There are many side effects of being ambitious, but having the desire and determination to succeed is not and will never be a bad thing. when you've encountered so many tribulations and you want something as desprestly as you want to breathe, you know that giving up has never been an option and will never be, but the most challenging thing is that most of these people only try to minimize our aspirations and what we wish to be. but I guess that's what we get when we're living in a city full of sorrow, deceit and unfulfilled dreams. And nobody wants to listen when we try to tell them,  but There's this  yearning inside of me that everyone is failing to see. and I have every intent of satisfying this hunger no matter how difficult it is to achieve. I guess a side effect of being ambitious is not knowing when enough is enough. I was taught that nothing good comes easily, We have to fight for what we want and most likely it'll be tough. but we were born fighters with purpose running through our veins zealously, causing us to be relentless when it comes to what we crave to be. now don't get me wrong I'll put on for my city KC, but it's not at all the place I aspire to be, and to put it simply I have to leave and I owe all of that to my ambitious personality. a side effect of being ambitious is having unnerving passion, making others feel threatened as they try to reconstruct our visions into ideas that they can understand. but just because they do it does not mean we have to give in. the ball is in your court, this is your life. take control. it wouldn't make sense to throw everything away to appease the mind of someone who has already lost their soul.   A side effect of being ambitious is having unwavering Faith. I just wish for you to never be discouraged, because ambition will forever and always be one of the most attractive traits.
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This life does not taste alive Like a body without an owner Pain dances over my bitter life Does life feel like death? You, the only gift in my life We met at the wrong time However, it didn't matter Time is transitory We are both immortal The Universe seems to be challenging us Are you sure we can change destiny in the end? Tonight I want to sleep in your eyes Hope the sun doesn't show itself. At least, until I close my eyes.
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Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 10:46 PM UTC
Until death picks up, my love is eternal
Born to the night in the cry of wolves, We are….inked lovers spilling secrets, under velvet skies, Shrouding the night in silver spools; The season of silver silence, hangs upon shades of silken soul, This midnight offering, a white entice; My hair shimmers brightly, a wet fleece of gold, of shadow and starlight, And shimmering hues, emerald and sapphire breathe kindred embers into the bellows of passion; Challenging the flame that burns; entwined.... Whispered intrigue lays in the crescent of moon, In an eminent blaze of sweetest surrender Unborn whispers lie entwined with heated petals, silken; We shiver....I shiver, I am warm arms embraced; Your lips hard yet soft against my side, The feel of flesh warmed to a rising flame... The long moon steps into midnight; My ******* full of your hands as candles, pour hard against the ebon fall, Luscious to the hush of soft smiles Steeled eloquence flows in ribbon ripples; Winter sown, blood quilled, in midnights cast; Cloaked in beautiful, shadow's bed a bouquet of lacy foxglove... Eyes closed and deep of breath, Moistness seeps the sugared flower, and longing surges deep; Shudder me wicked, drench me quick; The wildness swirls inside as he moves like a shadow over my heart His tongue eager to swim the gushing urge; Touching, slick-slide, the soothe of smooth fingers slip past softness; Lips cross, moist to moan me quick, sliding to quivers. Thigh's whispering and heart pounding , Soft, the wind blows, tapping walls, fingers dancing And shadow sways to moonlight... Velvet-soft, the sweet of tongue's mesh, Fire burning, The tips of breast's aroused by the touch of a slow hand lover; Your tongue gently rolls, wet and burning hot, Hungrily, it feeds diving deep, and sandalwood spires upon the malachite air, And burning murmurs the silent song, pleasures Your flame to touch me hot, softly hard, Against the darting quivering rose, stokes sweet, the flame of conjure.... I weep as you strain to slay this huntress of indolent submission; Descending into darkness, I squirm upon your touch, lifting my altar upon your hunger, Eyes lost to ecstasy, the flow quickens from abyssal moans; Overflowing with need, release bound by gold shattered stars Suckling whispered thoughts; With us, for us, in us, in dreams, in thoughts, in love ....And in....time my love..................
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Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 5:31 PM UTC
Twin Flame Dance:
Born to the night in the cry of wolves, We are….inked lovers spilling secrets, under velvet skies, Shrouding the night in silver spools; The season of silver silence, hangs upon shades of silken soul, This midnight offering, a white entice; My hair shimmers brightly, a wet fleece of gold, of shadow and starlight, And shimmering hues, emerald and sapphire breathe kindred embers into the bellows of passion; Challenging the flame that burns; entwined.... Whispered intrigue lays in the crescent of moon, In an eminent blaze of sweetest surrender Unborn whispers lie entwined with heated petals, silken; We shiver....I shiver, I am warm arms embraced; Your lips hard yet soft against my side, The feel of flesh warmed to a rising flame... The long moon steps into midnight; My ******* full of your hands as candles, pour hard against the ebon fall, Luscious to the hush of soft smiles Steeled eloquence flows in ribbon ripples; Winter sown, blood quilled, in midnights cast; Cloaked in beautiful, shadow's bed a bouquet of lacy foxglove... Eyes closed and deep of breath, Moistness seeps the sugared flower, and longing surges deep; Shudder me wicked, drench me quick; The wildness swirls inside as he moves like a shadow over my heart His tongue eager to swim the gushing urge; Touching, slick-slide, the soothe of smooth fingers slip past softness; Lips cross, moist to moan me quick, sliding to quivers. Thigh's whispering and heart pounding , Soft, the wind blows, tapping walls, fingers dancing And shadow sways to moonlight... Velvet-soft, the sweet of tongue's mesh, Fire burning, The tips of breast's aroused by the touch of a slow hand lover; Your tongue gently rolls, wet and burning hot, Hungrily, it feeds diving deep, and sandalwood spires upon the malachite air, And burning murmurs the silent song, pleasures Your flame to touch me hot, softly hard, Against the darting quivering rose, stokes sweet, the flame of conjure.... I weep as you strain to slay this huntress of indolent submission; Descending into darkness, I squirm upon your touch, lifting my altar upon your hunger, Eyes lost to ecstasy, the flow quickens from abyssal moans; Overflowing with need, release bound by gold shattered stars Suckling whispered thoughts; With us, for us, in us, in dreams, in thoughts, in love ....And in....time my love..................
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Now they want to come back, Counter attack. Reverberation of statements the mind wishes to retract. A constant stream of this vivid waking dream, Imagining a world painted with images, Not scenes. Screams. They’re challenging again, The force of which bonds the paper with the pen. Again, Hear their violent cries from below. Cruelty, Shame, Each branded by the chain. Ravenously searching for a new soul to tame.
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Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 6:11 PM UTC
New Slang.
How easy it is to complicate situations And how hard it is to simplify Amidst the complexities We lose the plot, easily Challenges were never easy
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Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 7:33 AM UTC
Challenging
freedom in art freedom in heart freedom in expression freedom of soul deep understanding of expression nourishing the mind ever challenging forward, keep moving, forward freedom lived freedom experienced no words needed the body moves, demand visible power painful endurance for tender moment graceful beyond delicate captured in time, echoes for ever what time, what space, its an illusion eyes surrounded by deep dimples flowing hair, expressing mouth ooh how elegant the wine has become, well aged the body demand respect in movement the heart resilient the mind always moving, wanderer oh how beautiful the art of freedom
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 5:41 AM UTC
art of freedom
In pursuit of an elusive harmony      summer nights rolled away from us      reverberating into a numinous bass line      while reconciling our dreams      with a burgeoning truth Flustered with desire      and walking in a non-ordinary reality. Lost within the Source     of all there is and ever was. We re-animated     navigating through portals unexplained      to retrieve this love We plied our differences into commonality      and re-aligned our fractured selves using the agency      of synchronicity - having found      an immutable archetypal truth      and having found from where our self-portraits flow Much more than soul mates, Plato      offers stories of Zeus splitting souls in half      as punishment for pride.      In this incarnation, have we found humility?      Will this be enough to carry us back to nobility?      It is challenging to find your way back      into a lover's arms. Mistakes haunt us eternally (if we allow for that)      but every morning if we awake      and let go, using the suns setting and rising as a reminder that      with experience, guidance, and repetition ... it gets easier My half soul      awoke as my mortality decomposed      when half becomes one, then the real turmoil begins      from the shores of St. Mary, Raven calls      and I follow my destiny into an Obsidian Night
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
Obsidian Nights (a)
A scuba diver, head first like a dolphin, goes in to the ocean, 100 feet down in semi-darkness finds this apparition something beautiful to behold in motion, really really big and mysterious it appears gliding gracefully spewing wonderment, inviting reverence from all kinds of marine life Clearly apologetic, for being out of place, though he has encroached, in to a world though not far from the sea surface, yet in a depth where human has no place all his scientific temper got  evaporated a simple villager now, gripped by wonder. All he could think of anyone fitting in to such magnificence was God Almighty,himself. "How do you do God?" he stutters, aware that in plankton filled darkness the mighty man is at the mercy of the behemoth, looming large above. The phenomenon in question, ***** whale"as we know him, smiles and burps happily "Fantastic" then he dives 6000 feet down, looking for a colossal squid, succulent to be sure the whole reason for him to play God at this depth for sea creatures that lose bearing in the haze of challenging depths.
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Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 5:59 AM UTC
Who plays the God deep under
Eyes on Ancient times in going back and intriguing the mind Hercules pillar being his strength Challenging all odds A man being his own mode Hercules strength in conquering evil Deceit of destruction confined to the Devil The Greek Gods that sit above They have spiritual divined powers thereof The Gladiators have come to attack But the Greek Gods have Hercules back The pillars of evil Kingdoms have steadily come down The rattle of the chains and the demons that remain Hercules the conquer with the strength of solid bound A man of force with the lean sound Hercules stands on a throne with lightening bolts on both sides The sun casts a shadow with the man of victory It’s Hercules labours of sustaining history The mystery of challenges of an unknown tomorrow The enemy being defeated in sorrow Hercules legacy with having moral of morrow and eyes keen like a sparrow.
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
HERCULES IN VERSE