"courages" poems
*
Always in an entrapment
Humans are not fully evolved
Whatever humans do
Always caged in a cocoon
Unfulfilled and distressed
No matter how many births...
Drudgery remains
It isn't easy
Because
To let go grudges
No 'conditioning' budges
How much / many times we struggle
How much we pretend to be happy
No door opens up to break-free
Like a butterfly
Lying dormant within cocoon
Awaiting illumination to seep in
Like dead corpses
Scratching the inner skin
Peering though translucent shells
Breathless and restless
Decaying within -
With a hope of a "crack"
That's the time when
The cocoon tightens
Colors teases the rues
Heart beats the air of freedom
The fairies of courages
Spreads its wings
To soar higher as "dreamZ"
To battle and baffle
To ciphers and blunder
By taking a clue from within
Breaking the shackles
To embrace the sparkled dust
Digesting and leaving behind...
A transitional state to ONENESS
One need not cry for quiescence
Now one awaits the cosmos -
Sky, rainbow, stars.... infinite
Bidding farewell...
The LOVE's butterfly
Desires to flutter and fly
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
I feel like I'm looking for someone that doesn't exist. My oculus, my self. Perhaps, my oculus, you are truly my reflection, and every time I look me in the eye, I'm looking at the love of my life. But that can't be, when I can't pull a courages heart out of my magic hat. So you must be real. So please, please be real. Because reflecting nothing hurts like hell.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
BLACK COTTON:
Black cotton
They don’t here me
They won’t listen
Didn’t even believe
When Tupac shakur was here
Y do we work like slaves
And so hard
We work hard but barely get paid
We use to have troops
But they killing off the youth
They didn’t care
When Tupac Shakur was here
Black cotton
I’m steady hoping over
Enemy lines
I hear the cries of our ancestors
Which lies between our ears
BLACK COTTON
Which GODs are theirs
As we watch them dictate our graves
Roll one
Pass some
Live to blaze the pain away
Never could I imagine
Not a day
That I didn’t get up and pray
I say
Let me live and breathe
Another day
Don’t let me go to jail today
Because of the skin of my face
Christianity you say
Prays of CHRIST name
Images of make America great
False idolizing through faith
Mask off our culture fame
BLACK COTTON
Be born to chase a dream
Anything you want to be
The race of our lives
Is constantly
Just a turtle trying to complete the race
Contemplating my worth
Just black words written
To white out the ages
Courages and so strong
BLACK COTTON
Written words of life
Whose life?
Unguided through the white light
Too deep for your religion to season
BLACK COTTON
All praise to the most high
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
At first there was life
and it thought it'd live it whole.
But later it teetered on the edge of a knife
as it steadily descended into a twilight of the soul.
Nevertheless, from this void can bloom a flower
if only, it but courages the mirror in sight
and choose to believe in its power
to be the spring of its light.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 6:16 AM UTC
We're tumbling through time
Skipping through the time
And all we see is how the clock spins
From the fifty's to the 80ties
From woman in the kitchen
To woman in the office
were spinning through time
Guys asking a girls parents if he could take the lovely girl on a date
To taking advantage of her innocence in the upstairs bedroom
From falling in love to falling of bridges
To end the pain of a broken heart
Time spins and takes up with it
And everyday we get older and older
But we don't notice it until its too late
Be courages be brave
Ask that girl on a date
Its the new age
Ask that guy if he wants to go on a lovely date watching the stars collide
And maybe you'll fall in love unexpectedly
Cause we are tumbling stars falling through time
Wishing we could light up someone's sky
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 4:11 PM UTC
The cross is too heavy and is irritating.
That is why I couldn't deny complaining. I feel ashamed.
But every time I look at Jesus on the cross, the more I become strong and courages.
For without Him, giving up is already next in line.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 4:41 AM UTC
Why do I choose to write when I'm sad?
What about when I'm over the moon happy?
When I'm crying on the floor nothing but sobs reach my mouth.
I reach for a pen
But,
When I'm happy.
I inhale it.
Believing not another day will be this joyous
Here I am again. Sorrow in my heart.
Nothing but sadness wiped on my courages face.
Every time I'm sad it's a different kind of pain.
But the pen in my hand always stays.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
The Faces You See
The People You Meet
The Connections You Make
The Happiness You Feel
The Smile and Laughter You Spread
These simple things you do in Your daily lives is what makes each day worth while
It's what makes You Human
All this Hate over Simple and Silly things that take no effect on Your Life.
Issues that don't change Your life in any way, shape, or form.
You may be Voicing YOUR Opinions, but do you really believe your opinion matters to anyone?
Sure, some could agree with your views, but is it necessary?
You may live by a book written a couple hundred years ago, but don't go spreading your disagreements in the name of someone else who hasn't spoken up on the subject.
For all You know, God, Jesus, whoever or whatever Deity You worship, isn't the same as when they were described in Your books, scrolls and ancient texts. If Laws, Rules, Governments, Nations, and People can grow and change, then so could the Gods You Idolize.
Hateful Words are just as Dangerous as Guns and Blades.
But...
Wise Words can be Courages
Kind Words can build Faith
Caring Words can Soothe a Broken Heart
So brush off the Negativity
Shake off the Hate
Live Life like an Adrenaline Rush
Life is too precious to waste with hateful words.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 1:54 AM UTC
The mind
self destruction in 3....2....1....
at it’s finest
when the most beautiful creation
can go against you
the mind
the deceiver and manipulator
corresponding to that one friend
who says they’ll take a bullet for you
when you realize their the ones behind that gun
the mind
is equivalent to that friend
deceptive, deceitful & deluding
we rely on others validation for us
beautiful, courages, ecstatic, flourishing,
independent, inspiring, intelligent, stunning
adjusting the
names that get called to you
than you get called ugly;
the mind
when there’s so many people that can see beauty in you,
they see that fire burning with passion
but the only one thing that remains
to
stick with you
is that one thing,
where they think you’re ugly
for being beautiful
that validation only comes when
you see yourself on the other side of that
mirror
when you did all the cruel things in the world
just to fit in
so everyone can make YOU look like the bad
guy
the mind
we abuse ourselves more than anyone
that is capable of abusing us
we tell
ourselves cruel saddened things
convincing ourselves we deserve pain;
but it’s time
not to go insane
but to stay sane
to step out of the box
out of what everyone
pictures you to be
to be validated by not everyone else
but to be able to affirm yourself
that the beauty that was stolen from you
gave you a clue
on how to not let
cruel things define you
you are who defines you
not what society defines beautiful as ugly
because you are more beautiful
than society can ever be
so thank you, to every single human
that is still existing
the fights and wars each of you
go through
winning each one as you wake up
to the tears of crying yourself to sleep
the mind
you are strong
you are powerful
knowing nothing can break you down
you deserve to be alive
don’t let the mind control you
it’s time for you to take control of your
mind.
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 12:13 AM UTC
they sculptured you,
"a replica of the sun,"
they said.
"the world is dark and brutal,
but she is so brave"
you draw art
and you drink on the days you wish
they never sculpted you in the first place.
you write love stories
and poetry
and you cry sometimes
and you call yourself weak
"nothing more than a failure,
I am just no good"
"she's something unique,
don't you think?"
19 years is too young to feel broken
"oh how she smiles just like the sun,
and oh how she weeps just as the moon."
but a few years from now
you'll sit yourself outside,
you'll play the soft tunes in your ears
and you'll sing along a little
and you'll realize,
you'll realize
the sun is a courages thing
she hides at night,
but she flaunts herself so bright.
you really are
an exact replica of the sun
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 5:13 AM UTC
Frequently,
a reminder appears,
an app zap,
It's a good time to check your posture!
arrives with precise
ir~regularity,
when I,
couch prone
neck bent,
spine most unfine,
not in a good way,
it somehow knows,
which way my toes are curling
Got me a weighted vest,
to help me
grow down
straighter,
but realized,
already had one,
whole life long,
with the weights
maldistributed,
too heavy,
and the curvatures
of spine and line
was what made me
so unattractive,
were curved
with hard bad work
over decades,
Yes. Way to Late,
To be undone,
I Is What I
have become
undone by design
*but I write not of my physicality, but
of mental posture, of my integrated thoughts,
the integrated consciousness of a lifetime of thoughts.
deeds, desires, fires started and extinguished, acts summary,
as zeroes and ones, binaurally coded in my treasury of memory cells,
edited by time, seasoned illusions, shame, with no recompense,
totals of entirety and the totality of the net net of gains,
losses, courages ******* sticking points that
unraveled by self~disassembling
and the stench of actions untaken
make me a bent soul, by ineffectual
posturing, flim~flam, and eventually
the reminders to check my posture cease and desist*,
with no word of farewell,
nor a pose left behind
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Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 2:48 PM UTC
Emotions are such a cruel and invalid thing. On the other hand it can tell you so much. Being capable of looking at people, and reading them like a book is easy. Like when someone feels despair it shows that hope did exist. Fear can be shown after a courages act occurred . Loneliness is that love existed and was stripped away. Pain oh the great pain, is that joy did exist
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 4:31 AM UTC
His silence is louder
Than his words
His eyes brighter than the sun
Love in his heart shine
Through his eyes
Radiating my heart & soul
Making it bright
In solitary he remains
Hiding pain in his veins
Strength he regains
Pillar like arms he lugs
Tenaciously he hugs
Like the mountain forehead
He carries, shinning his pride
Always ,I want to be by his side
He is the survivor
In the battle of life
Steady ,bravely He marches Facing Endless strife
He wears the weapon of courages
Blossoming ,blooming
He always flourishes
“He is the embodiment Of bravery “
©️Sobbingsoul
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC