"endevors" poems
Writing soothes the soul, it knows no formula or rhyme.
It only meets the writer and everything in between.
There are things I wish to say and **** the rhymes and numbers.
Writing only knows the artistic mind beheld to its grasp upon birth.
Life knows not one destination.
But many mere moments where life is gazed upon through the past,
and the present visions something much more beautiful than once was.
Happiness is born from past pain.
God I'm so sick of the pain being spoken of.
The pain is gone!
Now she lives as a shining pearl, her oyster shell gone but never forgotten for one must always remember where they derive.
She knows only up.
She knows only success.
Even in the failure she finds success as not one thing in this universe can stop her.
God is on her side as he always has been, but in an instant her mind has shifted to the light.
She has become the spark to her own endevors.
Oh how she craves adventure and gazing upon the breath of the sky.
Venturing out and up to unkown places to her and only known by her creator.
The glorious beauty of this earth, art of its own creation.
She thirsts and hungers for newance and things only fathomable by God himself.
She will succeed even if she fails for that is the secret of living that no one has yet pondered.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC
Can I paint the sky for you even though I'm not God?
Which one you will trust if it was just us?
Tell me what's better in color..
The coat or the sweater?
Question my pleasure but don't don't question my love
This world is full of heartless Endevors
If I was one of them can you save him?
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 4:59 AM UTC
Thicker it grows
Heavily the fangs show
The moon comes and it bounces off his inward glow
So much to the fact that most will know
I can't hide forever
But if I tell then my tale will be given to the heartless Endevors
I can't hide forever
But if I just tell will my tale fall off and will I be free forever?
I can't hide this... forever.
Forever has hidden who I am under this image I'm tellin.
I try to speak but my howls are comin
Is it too late..
Is it too
howls then runs off
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC
I'm Dry
no answer
my mind is haunted by the weather
whether i stay or go I'm Under Pressure
Should i just do what all my Brothers Do?
Go and get women and treat her like shes nothing?
My heart is to big to play on four play measures..
So I sit and watch Shirtless Men make impressions
Just a bunch of heartless endevors but who am i?
so you really wanna know...
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 4:34 PM UTC
What’s a friend
Is it a sheat for your emotions
Or a sword for your predicaments
An everlasting essense of your endevors
Or a means to your goals
Are we needed in ones life
Or is it us who need them
Do they last cause of our bond
Or for our sense of reason
Why are we codependet
Cause we’re built to survive
What happens after surviving
We presist to thrive
And what comes after thriving
Then we are born anew
And what of the people we met
The people we owe
The people we loved
Do they join the fragments of our memories
Or do we always collide
Do we celebrate our success along them
or do we toss them aside
Life is cruel
Human is flawed
Emotion is momentary
And trust is built of glass
What are we left with at the end
Ourselves, a solitary codependent brat
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 8:05 PM UTC