"courageousness" poems
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I know you're scared. You should be scared. You're taking a huge leap of faith leaving the only "home" you've ever known. But that home you built isn't four walls, and a solid tin roof. It's your soul. It's that thumping in your chest that keeps you awake at 2am. It's the memories you've stored, locked away tight behind steel bars, because god only knows if those bars weren't there those memories would hit you like the eye of a storm. Calm at first, sweet, but then painful, like shards of glass beneath your feet. And I know how much it hurts to leave. To walk away from so many unresolved things. To remove yourself from the lives of people you rely on, that rely on you. But part of living is knowing when to leave. It's knowing when your environment no longer suits the shell you're in. It's easy to tell when that chapter of your life begins. It starts with a slow depression easing its way in, and an unexplained restlessness. I know how much you fight it. The warning signs telling you it's time to go again. You are so afraid of being free, but your curiosity has its own needs. It was never a choice being free. It's always been a part of your destiny. I know you've felt that unexplainable presence easing your anxiety. And it's okay to breathe. It's okay to just be. To not know where you're going to be next spring. It's all a part of the plan. You need to have faith that those guiding you won't lead you astray. You are being protected, and I know you aren't religious, but when you feel like you've lost your way, fall to your knees, and pray. Look for the butterfly, and have faith that one small act of courageousness will set your life in motion. But you have to be willing to take action first. So flap your wings, and don't be afraid of the tornado that follows. You created your fear, and only you can survive in the wake of it.*
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
What is a loser?
Someone spiraling within a microcosm of unfortunate events?
Or forgetting to update one’s facebook status in the macrocosm of tiresome vents?
People nowadays throw around insults as smiles and cheek,
Loser is a mere phrase between impudence and courageousness, sheik.
Many forget the power in which words command,
“Sticks and stones may break my bones”, but words unmanned..
Rip the heart and soul and cannot withstand,
The ebbing soreness of our confused migraine.
Perhaps I misunderstand.
Twenty-first century loser on the other hand,
Means you've made it into the ‘in-crowd’,
Enshroud,
Rain twinkling like stars,
Bicycles feeling like cars.
Yet heed this warning with everlasting effect,
Your words are yours to not neglect,
Take pride in your intellect!
Those hearts you may sway,
With words of colour and not grey,
As sweet as if valentine’s day.
May encroach your direction through doors unknown,
Before hinged like an Antarctic zone,
Forget “loser”, create your throne.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
I've decided that should anyone
years from now
discover my body
I want them to find me blind-
not from grief and sadness that I saw
but from the beauty my eyes beheld.
I want them to find
the disks in my neck worn-
not from lifting my nose at the inferiority of this place
but rather due to the fact that I was constantly gazing up
simply to remind myself that I get to be a piece in it all.
I want my lips to have trembled, smiled, spoken, gaped
my ears to have listened, to have listened, to have heard
my wrinkles to be evidence of laughter, evidence of worrying
my hands to have been held,
to have fought, grasped
and most importantly to have let go.
When they find me
I want my piercings to be evidence of my interest in pain
and the calm that follows.
I want my body to be riddled in love
agape, philias, eros, storge
I want my scars to be testaments to
my fearlessness, my carelessness,
my courageousness, and my curiosity.
Should they find my spirit gone
should they find my body dead
I want them to know
I want them to know I lived.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
And what's worse
cursed
with something of a conscience
that despite being disrespected
and
***** will not let me leave.
Vulnerability
pressed
to the face of death with a smile
stretched ear to ear bowed
down
under the weight of fear.
Courageousness breaks
heavy pain. I use it against you.
Prostrate to the matrons
I begged for your courage for me.
Surprise
Surprise
Even when you hurt your loved ones
You focus on yourself
Surprise
Surprise
Even when you hurt someone you love
You protect yourself
You double down
in the name of pride.
Newsflash:
Your children are smart enough
to purposefully see
that they never procreate
if only for the world
to both act Atropos
on this overgrown
carcinogen
to humanity
and slash the path
of another hillbilly bloodline
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
Once acquired you become wretched
Be it by solitude of fury
If thee ever become tranquil again
It will truly be once in a blue moon
And thee are no longer courteous
Impudent nor amiable.
Now demonstration of greedy
And animosity is all you mates
Witness though you thought
You were revealing courageousness
But the exterior powerless.
I guess that's what moods do
To benevolent people and
Leave them as turbulent
Monsters.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 2:44 AM UTC
Oh the bells ring;
No one hears their mournful sound
The crows sing
Their song of sorrow
The boy standing alone
His sole fate bound
The only thing to hear, moans
From those going into the ground
The walls are tall
He will not let them down
For he is the one that built the walls
To stop from the sorrow’s drown
Around him there is loss
His chances to live in poverty are slim
Aids prevents him from being a boss
No vaccine to bring him from the brim
Death encompasses all
No act of courageousness
Can save them from the fall
Into the deep dark blackness
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
I don't understand
why more people aren't following,
fanning, stalking, whatever word
they use here on HP.
Your words are sharp,
titanium thorns
made out of the edge.
I admire your work,
and the courageousness
echoing behind..... . .. . . . . . . . .
You're a lot more optimistic than you think you are.
Don't be afraid to let that shine through..... ... .. . . . . . . . . . . .
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 12:16 AM UTC
Hicky has been there to bleed a knife where once it traced him
in the knees like a robot he fought his colors in a foe but his registered *** offender agreed where feelings hurt inside the belt
that flood was never analgesic again and let him gun down nights
he walked alas with cleated shoes as future most often did ****** with just his uniform search for sovereignty and dignified marksman with courageousness that ended his justiceship in Harris County.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 7:34 AM UTC
To be a child is a gift,
laugh and play all we desire.
Delightful unending search,
of things, some treat for the eyes.
Some people stay as a kid.
Real grown men as they are,
or with children to take care,
they choose to stay young at heart.
Not with selfish childishness,
with them as the sole center.
But keeping courageousness,
compassion for the others.
Evil people my harm them.
Yet they forgive and forget,
believing in Someone,
to comfort them of their hurt.
We may feel alone sometimes,
Best bring out that child.
Because there is a Father,
always here by our side.
Aug 21, 2010
Aug 21, 2010 at 2:14 PM UTC
If you never Stand up
Show everyone who you really are
If you never give it a try
Then how will you know?
WHAT IT’S LIKE TO REALLY BE ALIVE!
Put your self out there
Plant your feet firmly
And say to the world Excuse Me
Could I have your attention please
I’ve got something to say
Come on
Don’t put it off till tomorrow
Do it today
Courageousness is the way
Don’t be afraid
Say what you gotta say
Earn their respect
It’s not that hard
This is your show
You are the star
Stand up,
Let everyone know who you really are
What you’re all about
It’s never enough to just stand up.
You should always try to stand out!
Use your voice,
Be loud,
Be proud
YELL!
SCREAM and Shout!
You’ve got this
Don’t chicken out!
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 6:47 PM UTC
I stumble, I fall
I cry or ask
In a shriek or melody
Surviving seems the task
Torn clothes broken body
Million eyes passing by me
Ignoring the wet eyes
Asking for some mercy, for glee
A glace on me
The kindest heart flies
Sharing one room
But left for doom
By fellow humans
I feel like an abandoned groom
The strange stares
Eyes telling no one cares
Sitting walking and dancing for dimes
They throw rocks and curse at times
Asking for food
From any hood
Will do no good
You can get it sometimes
Depends on mood
Seldom they think
About the fellows in misery
Frequently they blink
Before watering the rosery
Knowing the fact
I have an ugly face
Still my tension intact
What am I doing in this race
To them I'm a runner with no legs
Neglected like I'm a rich guy who begs
Wishing they knew my condition
So to my misery there's no addition
I guess they don't know hunger
If they did my asking food wouldn't bring them anger
I'm always trying to lend a helping hand
But they think I'm begging, there eyes filled with sand
I'm a test for them from the Lord
He's seeing which of the believers will accord
To his teachings and orders
And win the fight at borders
The borders of humanity and Animals
The borders of nature and chemicals
I'm a beggar in the streets
Walking and talking to myself
I'm lost in this ruthless world
Homeless hoping for a stranger
To pass me a smile
Talk to me for a while
The deepest secret will now I reveal
Money is the last thing a beggar begs for
I can go on without a two day meal
Even animals get food
That's no big deal
The untold wishes of a beggar never unfolds
He's begging for love, for friends, for happiness
Not courageous enough for this secret to be told
Your passing smile or a small talk can lend the courageousness
For a beggar to unveil
What he actually begs for....
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
this is about confronting internal fears in the physical experience
this is about strength and courageousness
this is about opening your heart to love
this is about clarifying your logical mind to a point
where it is no longer clouded by your own ego
this is about disciplining the physical body
fine tuning it
this is about creating high frequency energetic balance
in your spiritual body, your logical mind, and your physical body.
this is about how to create your merkba.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC
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One more Boy
One more tragedy
He loved a girl
And she loved him
But
Then he realized
That
He just wasn't Free
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Unborn
The children of their dreams
Never to be !
He walks the Night alone
Footsteps shatter any hope
That he might find a Resting Place
That he might find some Peace
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Tragic tales of Brotherhood
Mountains Skies & Seas
The unborn children
The Sacred Hopes
The Coming of Eternity
/:/:/
We are Men
We guard the Holy Day
Freedom and courageousness
Are our Birthright's Legacy
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One more Boy
One more Tragedy
He loved a girl
And she loved him
But
Then he realized.
That
He just wasn't Free
He just wasn't free
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC