"endevor" poems
My skin is covered with colors so bright
You can see me like a beacon in the night.
When I pass by, heads twist and turn
The comments made arent meant to concern.
My life has changed, my flesh has too
I think of my faith and all holds true.
After the crash that my life went through
The needles went in to color me blue.
Creating art that last forever
Is nothing small, but quite an endevor.
The time put in to make this mine
Watch me as I change, everything is fine.
As years go by and the memories fade
I look at my back and see all that I paid.
A slave to the meaning that this gave to me
The artists gun has set me free.
Shallow no more is my life I live
I owe all to Him and this is what I give.
Deep in my heart this love that still grows
My Savior, my friend is the one I chose.
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 27, 2010 at 3:34 PM UTC
This world.
A place where we're force to live
Under its seemingly endless amount of tests
Apon with it's vast beauty
And hardships to endevor.
What are we searching for?
That's a question I can not answer..
As humans, our intelligences as of now "looks high."
We have an understanding of what's around us, Yet we know nothing at all of why we're here,
If there is any reason at all..
Some of us try to find out our own answers
Although, it's normally just "what we wanted all along."
Maybe the reason we want someone is because, we know we'll all go..
Living forever
We'd have nothing we'd want.
"Like a person who only has money,
They say it can't buy happiness."
So maybe, that's the same with life.
Our happiness comes from knowing we could lose anything,
And that this is actually everything.
Family
Friends
Your love
And all exsperiences of life.
Why else would we rather sacrifice ourselves for another?
Unless the life you have really does means nothing
But everything to someone.
just a concept of another greater importance
A symbol that is "yourself"
Representing the importance of life
With it's meanless definition,
Which to us, is important.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
The days blur betwixt again or not.
Jumping up and down across the expanse
go Jack and Jill and all their twinkling droplets
of their painful of water.
For if earth is mother, Sun and Moon are Son and Daughter.
As weeks go by without number
and the sands shift and time winds on to
Rob and plunder. All man’s devices are ripped asunder.
All remains as it has always been under the sky so old.
The masses cry in pain in the winds so cold.
Fall away from the wall.
As morals breath flies from him like a raven;
without call. No end, no death, only a perpetual mechanism
are man-kin who are spent.
Yet so seldom grateful is he for the life to him lent,
and such a fallacy is this.
Never forever is the endeavor forever together.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
who am I?
Like a grain of sand on the shore?
Or the waves that holds it's Course?
Who am I?
The man I choose to be?
Or am I possessed by Love and it's Deeds?
Who am I to Speak?
With the worst past ever,
to speak in the presence of a Holy Endevor..
Who am I to Walk?
Down The streets of Gold,
Or the Ghetto where the Smile a kid touches me like soft petals.
I'm great full for who i am and whatever reason i was made..to know that is there is a Creator who loves me is better on the days that i feel like dirt.
But whatever reason i live when i remember of what you have made I consider myself and for that i praise
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
We would whisper sweet nothings in one anothers ears,
lying delicately on white sheets covering the hardwood,
surrounded by books and pages of verse which we could not understand,
but were on an endevor to find out.
We spoke of death and the dreary,
our tounges rolling with the words of the deceseased, as their words sounded more alive now than ever before.
We sought refuge under the window unit,
the air chilling our bodies that steamed with passion
when we nibbled on refridgerater pizza, smoked harmoniously, sipped generously, and spoke avidly.
We were us, as we should be.
And in that moment,
Nirvana had never seemed so near.
a.r.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC
We were once all kids
Youngn's,
Wildly childishly dumb
Some threw fits
Become a nuisance
Some prudent
Possibly a ton
Maybe you wined and kicked
Because your chores weren't done
Probably clueless
Of what the world had yet to come
Then there's the misfits
Who never fit in
Who blew scales of fish
Then threw fists
Took a few to the ribs
So now threw brew to lips
Taking double dipped Blue Cupids
Letting blotter strips melt to tounge
An endevor to numb the constant misuse
Just endlessly pursues
Never able to outrun
The pain forever maintains
Only abstains for some
We all knew one
A problematic student
During our unsystematic youth
One kick ball captins wouldn't choose adamantly
Or picked on traumatically
For reasons enigmatically obtuse
Easy to dogmatically accuse
So now he's pragmatically recluse
He walks out of school
Without any excuse
But doesn't go home
Because there's no escape free from abuse
Done it so many times
Has a bracelet above his shoes
The only safe place he can seem to think
To avoid feelings profuse and being upset
Is the old Willow tree on a swing
With a noose around his neck
16 year olds
Shouldn't contemplate death
Anyway he picks up the goose
Can't complain it's better than the latter
Sensation so placid
Lamination built couth
Decides to drop some acid
As he heads up a ladder
To the top of the mall roof
It is now 6 stories up
This is how his story shut
Crying apparently seeing stuff
Lying guaranteeing to the kid
He'd fly away if he just jumped
Without a single condemn
Not a single to hand to lend
Not one person that he could depend
This day became his end
Nobody heard his voice again
Guilty unable to make amends
As he fell to his doom, his death
To a better place he'd soon ascend
A misfortunate event
But God will assure he is now content
I guess you could say its unfortunate
At the least it's for the best
In piece may his soul rest
And forevermore be blessed
R.I.P my freind
©thrags
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC