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Francis T Sep 2016
The moment i've been waiting for
The moment where I can show people I can do it
The moment where I can say
"I made it"

As I ready myself with my wepon in one hand as my other hangs
The referee giving us the go
As we both shoot at eachother like where bullets coming out of a gun
We both meet in the middle and slash are swords together
All I can hear is the meeting of are blades and how the whole room is as quiet as the night sky

BEEP
I look to my right
Green light flashing on my side
"YES!"
I screamed

19 X's Beep

The match is stopped as the timer goes off

13 - 13

"Almost there"

Both getting ready again
We shoot at each other again
Beep

"His point..."

I breath as we shoot at each other again like pullets
Beep
"My point"

We salute and once again

Beep
"My point! One more!"

"I've waited my whole life for this"

"Running at the speed of light"
*Beep
This might not seem good at all but I just wanted to type something like this! :D
I am a silhouette that’s almost human —
a wishful thought, a half-formed tune.
A path that doesn't circle back,
no map, no rewind, no past to track.
I’m a gunfighter — my words are the bullets,
time the outlaw I’ve hunted in dullness and pullets.
As I’ve killed it slow in many hours lost,
paid my thrills in tears, but never knew their full cost.

I’ve held a love like a flood — wild, rushing, raw,
then dried out in its drought, begging heaven for more.
I chase new highs like I’m being chased —
while fear cracks at my heels, but I still keep pace.
I smile like bravery wrapped in so much doubt,
as each piece of laughter is a whisper trying to shout.
And see that my eyes have carried their tearful ache,
and never the cherry on top of cheerful cake.

But still —
I’ve done the hard things though trembling inside,
lived among broken people; the ones who’ve also cried.
And I may not be whole so often, but I’ve learned to feel,
in every fractured moment — to be something real.

— The End —