"stuggles" poems
Today I am eighteen, I stand tall and strong
I say there is nothing that I can do wrong
I'm young and I'm free on a day to day spree
There's no one in this world that I'd rather be
Age is no object, the time is just right
Days are forever and so are the nights
I've partied and stayed up, no lesser the wear
I haven't a worry, I haven't a care
Then just like awakening, I opened my eyes
Today I am thirty! oh what a surprise!
I look back and ponder
I shed a few tears
I think of lost days that amounted to years
I sit back and think of past stuggles and strife
My children are growing and I've a new life
I look towards tomorrow with minimal doubt
I say to myself "What am I all about?"
Today I am fifty, it seems ----oh so long
To look back and visulize that boy tall and strong
I'm still far from weak
I've accomplished my plan
My boyhood is over
I'm now a grown man
But deep in my spirit
My youth still runs free
Today I am seventy, and still glad to be "me"
Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 8:19 AM UTC
Comfy
cozy
secure
so sure.
Home is where the heart is
that's what they say
but
what if the heart runs astray?
It searches,
seeks,
always speaks.
Yells,
screams
but never tells
what it needs.
Writhes,
stuggles
mimes
mumbles.
Where do you want to be?
So difficult to heed,
strenuous to please.
Never content,
always argument.
Logic,
bliss,
they resent one another.
Will it ever be harmonious?
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 12:11 AM UTC
Everyday I am haunted
By the scars on my hips,
wrist,
stomach,
and thighs.
I hope everyday my parents won't see them.
I'm scared of what others think
I'm scared that I will be sent away again,
Away to a place that filled me with fear,
A place people call, "The Mental House,"
Yes, I did try to **** myself,
but that was long ago
But now I struggle with the razors that call my name
The yearning for the sting of a cut across my scarred skin
The desire to feel like I'm not in a dream.
Everything is so unreal
I never thought it would happen
But it did,
now I'm living with it.
I'm happy to say I am three weeks clean,
But I don't think it will last very long
Life is not easy
and I'm not that strong.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC
Little black spiders
In little black dresses
In their web lies a liar
Misfortune in his messes
Caught and condemned without confession
Dark diamond eyes desire death by fire
Beautiful beasts of the web moving and grooving
Cocooning the careless Cupid preparing the pyre
He prays to nothing hoping for everything
He stuggles to stave off slumber
But his members are motionless and number
He's slayed sadness but at what cost
He's suffered his last laceration leaving him lost
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
Nineteen texts and three phone calls
all in one day, my strength it drains away
persecuted her, hounded all these she said
what I say on deaf ears falls, take your pills
care for your kid's or lose them
He loves you
gave up his job to keep your kids at home...
"So , here is what you do,"
OK....?
"Take a mirror wash it with salt
look into your reflection and see her.
Slowly tell her how you feel,
that you cannot feed her your energy
that you want her to care for her children
be healthy, love him and do not drain me.
Wash the mirror with salt and a wee prayer."
It worked in one day, after five weeks of
crazy stress.
She is still Mad as a pie, stuggles on
we talk in church and on facebook
But don't mention the mirror spell in church
they will try and burn me
but it works every time so far...he he :o)
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 11:42 AM UTC
He stuggles to hold himself up
His last moments left in this life
Why should he move on
When he can end it with a knife
He takes one last look at her beautiful face
Its the last he'll ever see
Tears run down his cold face
Now that it can no longer be
He looks at the sky for a reason why
Blank, empty clouds stare him back
He gives out one last yell
As the blood in his veins turn black
The life he thought, The life he had
Wasn't worth a single breath
But what awaits him true and real
As he's now faced with death
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
A sword beaten by steel hammers and forged in the fire. The arrow thats pulled back before it is sent into the whiles. A collection of hardship and reprove to understand a time.
Where as demons and angels influence all but stagger a man's walk on a thin wire.
A breathe of resiliance and stubborn heart thats entitled to what He think's he deserves until He knows the truth and his speech is soured.
Egregious revalation to what he has done. He has offended the Creator. He has crucified His son. A confession is made and the war is won but the battle for submission is nearly but one.
A sanctification is initiated and a process is begun. This man's action's and word's are revealed by the sun.
The work that takes place is a tedious and time consuming one but the man's character is revealed to himself and to everyone.
He stuggles to find himself and align himself in the will of God. He yearn's for purpose and does'nt see that each moment is purpose that each exchange matter's. Everything is considered in everything he does.
God enables his obediance when God is often sought. This man comes to find that more often it is not. It is a miracle and blessing he has made it this far. More mercy has been offered than one might oblige. More forgiveness and patience. It is a miracle this man has not died.
Our protagonist finally makes it to the frontline. Where he is not perfect but God's will is pursued. This man speak's out and into open air. Where devils and vipers gather like moths to a flare. They come one by one. Collecting like froth on a stagnant bank. They come to hear this man speak but they're heart's are anything but blank.
His words shoot like arrow's never missing thier mark. He uses The Word as a sword slashing every falsehood, piercing every heart.
He continues through the day into evening's dark. There is but one that stayed. There is but one man among them that get's a new start. So the cycle is transfered but the job is not done. The wars is won but the battle is not just one.
-RSC
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 3:01 PM UTC
***I'm dying in vain,
I'm closing my eyes with pain.
all the thirsts and all the stuggles I gain
will still remain.
those fame I dreamed of,
those Game I played,
those struggles I take
I will leave them and forsake.
to thee I struggled so much,
thy roaring sounds still bothering me.
to thee I cried so hard,
my words at this pass were vain and bootless.***
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
I have a girlfriend
she is not you
though i often wish
this was not true
to kiss and hug
and be snug
i want to be
my heart wants to be
with a girl who cares
and does not play
with feellings of others
when asked a question
you quickly reply
not let me think
for over a week
i waited
before giving up
destanie
cant you see
that those guys use you
for your body
and that i am different
more of a man
because i am brave
now i know that i often
seem like a creep
but i cant sit here
and le tyou mourn and reep
your heart broken
yet again
by another liar
one who wants nothing
but a one night stand
but your blinded
a veil drawn over your eyes
the world confusing you
so that you cant see
that i wanted you
to be with me
we are both now eighteen
well in a few days
but you dont care
true love is not enough
to overcome
the stuggles
of winning your heart
maybe if i wanted something fake
then together we could be
but ugly and poor
just never goes
with the beautiful and rich
cody will never be
with Destanie
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
I just want to tell you something.
I don't know what hurts more.
The fact that you were in pain and didn't tell me or come to me for help.
Or the fact that we both had mental health stuggles, and you decided that yours were too much and decided to stop breathing air.
We were supposed to get through this together.
But you left me to figure out my problems myself.
So, yeah... I don't know what hurts more.
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 8:01 PM UTC
I can't sleep
With you on my mind
But I'm glad you are
Because I need you to get me through the night
But it hurts only being able to think of you
Because I know that if I want to see you
We both have to lie and sneak around
Just to say hi
The times we're together
It always ends up being a bit of a fright
Because she tells me to leave you alone
But I know I won't and that's alright
I hope that you stick around
Because I will too, but just to the side
Through the stuggles I'll be waiting in the moonlight
Waiting For you to arrive with a smile that just shines
You make everyday a great one
And that's not a lie
But I'll be waiting for the day
you can sleep with me in my bed at night
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC