"undefeatable" poems
Hard times for dreamers
and that summer was the happiest haze ever felt.
Did you want to be an inspiration?
To inspire something,
anything,
beautiful in the world?
She slipped out her skin,
watched it fall in a heap around her ankles,
stepped from all hindrances
and became the invincible.
I am undefeatable tonight,
unbreakable
untouchable
and all I say is true.
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 12:12 AM UTC
an ignition far more vivid
than a nuclear bomb
is how it all began
a war between two great kings
heart and mind
feelings and knowledge
both undefeatable,
mutually assured destruction for both
& with everything destroyed,
I love you with the survived debris of my heart.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
It’s in the smallest sounds
The briefest touches
The shortest glimpse
The most fleeting feeling
The faintest scent
It’s in the loudest symphonies
The longest entanglement
The seemingly endless moment shared between wandering gazes stopped
The lasting, lingering instinct
The strongest, most pungent aroma
It’s in an informal talk with a friend
A polite minute long conversation with a stranger
A speech given
A comment overheard
A phrase dropped
A joke made
A remark pointed
It’s in the violent torrents of stinging drops
The gentlest whispers of snowflakes dancing
The beacons of golden hope shining down undefeatable
The spiraling wisps twirling to the ground from their noble perch up above
The tiny fragments of faraway life sailing on the invisible breeze from one life to another
It’s the renewal every human needs,
That once in a while of going on
That inescapable truth: we’re only human
That once every so often we accept
That everyone can only take so much
We all need something to hold
We all need something to hope
We all need something to roam
We all need something to go
We all need something to have
It’s the renewal
And it’s everywhere
It’s in our waters
And in our fires
It’s in our air
And in our earth
Everywhere someone can find it
Everywhere someone will need it
It’s everywhere you look
It’s everywhere you need
That’s what renewal happens to give.
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 9:13 AM UTC
Love is like the fear in hope,
When men gain too much pride.
Although it seems to ever fade,
Love will never die.
And while the world is staved of faith,
And evil will be ever great,
Love can change and save the world,
And love will never die.
Peace on earth has never been,
But it will come with strong-willed men,
Charging through with open arms,
Love will come again.
We do what's right,
And fight to see the light.
It beckons, shining through a tiny hole. For as we get stronger...
So does the burning coal.
And as we know in our hearts
That love will come again,
We raise up flaming souls
Undefeatable within.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
Clinging to the eternal truth
That manaña never comes
But put all faith in the dawn of tomorrow
All the eggs in the sunlit basket
Because here, now,
In the dust of the crushed buildings
The pettiness, the bite of bullets from rooftops
The megaphones screeching their siren songs across
The dredge of forbidden earth,
Here and now
We embrace,
In the dawn of mañana a mother feeds a son
Toasts are made
The Spanish smile and
Gesture to the sky;
They are undefeatable
In the face of defeat;
In the face of mañana.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
ANGUISH,
a wicked, deafening drum
synced with the brutal,
monotonously thudding rhythm
of my own jaded,
bitter heart's sickly beat
each throb of my
pulse rips savagely
at my seams
the wretched sobbing
of a crumbling soul
trickles and weeps out from me
and darkly cloaked
within the furthest reaches
of my disassembling being
secrets spun into silky
spider web strands
ensnare any shreds of light
holding truth and hopes
captive until they can be
drained to lifeless husks
****** to infinite suffocation
struggling with an unconquerable battle
a war, the likes of which
no human has ever,
even just once,
managed to have won
there's no cure,
no remedy to mend
what's broken, breaking,
shattering all around
I'M CRYING and begging at
an unseen God to come
come to my rescue
pleading for an intangible,
omniescent being to
destroy the tower built by
my own sinful nature
my own deceit
praying to a Creator
whose very existence I
still can't help but to
question and sink in doubts
but for that miniscule chance
He's real and might
maybe help me...
because the very reality
of such mercy and grace
could bring this
otherwise undefeatable
curse crashing down,
down, down, down...
THE DRUMMING,
banging out its mad rhythm
of anguish
changing, changing now
changing its infuriating tune...
with the final
dying grains of
my imagination,
I'll shove aside my
terror; my unholy fear
of the relentless
force of disappointment
I'll indubitably feel when
I reach my finishing line
clutching onto a
hideous fail
such an asinine act,
this allowing of a bitsy
fragment of hope
to creep and crawl
inside the walls
of my mind
but I've nothing more
left beyond this
bleak black floor
sagging beneath my feet
and a hope,
regardless how quiet,
no matter how
pitifully dim,
could quite easily be
the absolute final
spark of light that
my eyes shall ever see...
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
In the fellowship of believers
I lift my voice;
in the fellowship of believers
I make my praises loud;
in the fellowship of believers
Your marvelous name is proclaimed.
Rejoice!
Let every nation,
let every tribe,
let all creation,
gather as one
in harmony.
What power there is in unity!
Unity under the Holy One;
unity under the Lord our God.
When we come together,
He is there!
Evil has no power
for His goodness triumphs!
Our God is undefeatable,
our God stands unshakable;
He remains,
He endures,
He withstands
the test of time.
He always persists,
always perseveres,
always prevails.
I fear not for the world will not conquer me;
I fear not for the world has no power over my life.
The Lord shall keep my feet steady on His path!
He keeps me steady as I walk in His ways;
He keeps me steady for all of my days;
therefore, He is worthy of all praise!
The righteous rejoice in the Lord,
but the wicked do no such thing;
The righteous experience true freedom,
but the wicked remain slaves to their sin.
Rejoice!
Let every nation,
let every tribe,
let all creation,
gather as one
in harmony.
Again I say Rejoice!
Lift up your voice
and make your praises loud;
proclaim the marvelous name of the Lord;
so all may know and be saved.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
"I'm a sad girl/I'm a bad girl//"
I'm a sad girl
but I've gotten better at controlling it.
now I only let myself get sad once Loneliness knocks on my door and invites itself in. it tends to do so past midnight, but it does enjoy keeping me on my toes. sometimes, it'll creep up on me while I'm in the car, and a song comes on the radio that reminds me of you.
I'm a bad girl
but only occasionally.
I'd like to think that I'm a total badass that can pull off the whole "I don't give a **** attitude. but I can't.
so when you try to picture me as I tell you I'm a bad girl, don't picture me as a mysterious teenager with a taste for wild adventures.
picture me instead as the girl that lashes out at people, and is known for being a bit of a *****
———
I'm a sad girl
and most of the time, it's because of you.
which, I suppose, might amuse you, because you do enjoy the thought that everything is about you.
but it isn't, really. not anymore.
of course, I think of you, from time to time. but I know I never cross your mind, and I don't think I ever did.
and somehow the thought of that was enough to help me make peace with what happened. I'm okay now,with letting you go. Loneliness has found other people to entertain, as have I.
I'm a bad girl
but not really.
I'm much too vulnerable for that. but I've learned that there is strength to be found in that—in weakness.
I wanted to be invincible, and who can blame me, really? isn't it every teenager's dream to be on top of the world?
but being undefeatable and creating distance between anyone that tries to get you to open up are not the same thing.
and if I had to choose, I'd rather be sad.
at least then, I know that while I'd have crazy mood swings and bursts of darkness, I'd be in full control of my feelings.
and one day, I'll be okay.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
Feet don’t fail me now.
I can’t look back, no way to go but forward
I need to stand tall so no one can push me down
I have to march on and pull away from the sticky bubblegum of my mistakes to rise up and grow higher than anyone ever could
This world needs a hero, and I sure ain’t that, but I sure am going to try
People push you down, but you have to pour in courage like the yeast in the recipe of your ideal self so you can rise to defeat all that will challenge you
Break free of the chains made of liquorice and spit on the crushed toys of the past to become someone no one expected you to be
Laugh at the quests others have said were undefeatable as you stomp them into the ground
Snicker when they say you can’t
With the flame burning in your chest, write in big firey letters the names of those who have crossed you and take the ocean of tears they’ve forced you to produce to wash them all out
They are nothing
You can do anything as long as you
Keep
Standing
Tall.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 3:38 PM UTC
the five fighters push past
at a slow run
their sweating form
a unified theory of motion
their thoughts
a universe of devotions
to the craft of defeat and victory's
they move with concentration through
the steady persistence of rain
as a single
organism of denials of the ability to
surrender to the dull life
as they push past you
pacing the wet pavement with careworn step
you can feel the cheering crowd
you can sense the elation
of the upraised fist of championship
and the eyes of the world upon
as they push past you sense
what it means to be
undefeated
undefeatable
five fighters
at a slow run
in the steady uncaring rain
and as they push past your
broken wheelbarrow existence
they reach out from within to share their strength
for the greatest champion
knows the strength of frailty
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
Is it better on fearful feet
To run from my ghastly ghouls
Who maliciously haunt my innocuous mind?
Or to turn and try a fight
In which I will most certainly succumb
To my ever living enemies?
Enemies of the mind,
Their variety endless,
Just as their abilities
To shatter and destroy,
Fragile and unlike alike,
To fragments of former reality.
Is it so noble
To fight demons undefeatable
Rather than choose a simple flight
Away from tormentous anxieties?
A decision quickly made by a courageous and fearful few,
And pondered upon for lifetimes by others,
Will haunt me alike to the fears
Who proposed the question initially.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
I adore you…
Your will undeniable,
Your word unbreakable,
Your strength undefeatable,
I never stood a chance.
You’re the all brave, all mighty,
omnipotent, omniscient,
The giver of life, the righteous,
And I must follow you, obey you
Follow your footsteps, or be punished,
But I was disobedient,
a curdled flesh
unworthy of my creator,
A disgrace in his presence.
…
“Bless me, father, for I have sinned.”
(Your mighty fists resound inside my head.)
“Forgive me for defying you.”
(Your glorious feats like whippings I can’t bear.)
“Save me from this darkness, my savior.”
(Your word a storm outside my world.)
“And mold me in your spirit.”
(I hated you.)
“Amen.”
…
I am a follower of your girdled path through goodness,
A witness of your immortal rule.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
Anorexia is a demon
An angel wrapped in a shroud of darkness
It starts out slowly
Restricting a bit
Chewing 32 times before swallowing
Writing down the foods that you eat
Then she knows you're falling
Maybe you should start skipping lunch
Did you really just snack?
Your insides become an empty cavern as she makes her home in your lungs
That overwhelming guilt
When you reach inside the bag of Doritos
And you want to cry because it's all you have to eat today
No she screams
And you obey because you don't know what else to do
And your sinking in this abyss of loneliness
She makes it better, she makes you feel so free
You think you may collapse from love
Stupid cow
Feel the fat swim around your tummy, thighs, ribs
And you feel so strong when you can go
16, 24, 48 hours
Without so much as a cough drop hitting your stomach
And the empty echo of your stomach feels like comfort
Even though it hurts
She took over my mind and ever since then i have been trying to get it back
My sanity, my personality, my happiness
The light has gone out and i stare at pictures of me
The emptiness behind these dark brown eyes is unbearable
I thought this would make me undefeatable
But i feel more guilty than before
This didn't make me strong, this crushed me more than i thought anything could
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
The infatigable undefeatable Maurice Brown
Played the tuba down on
First street. Freelanced.
I saw him once spanking that ***
On Mardi gras
Long ago.
I sent him a shot of Bourbon
And a jack back then
So admiring of his
Oomph oomph bellow
His large belly fit that brass
So well.
He was backbone of the street
Musicians marching proud
Through those streets lined
With drunks pickpockets
Ho's pimps and beggars three.
All he cared about was that driving deep sound
The shot brought him
In the needle after
Performing.
I saw him last time ten years ago
Asleep in the gutter down on brown street.
Alone his tuba
Gone.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
I lay my eyes on you today and resent and remorse are shot through my bones. The sound I craved that is released from your mouth is now just noise. The color of your eyes I had memorized but now I struggle to remember how warm the shade of brown you possess is. I had laughed at all of your jokes, no matter how silly or irrelevant, and now I’m sick of the same punchline and outcome. Your once sparkly and undefeatable smile now dulls my heart, for I have seen brighter and sweeter. Your once soft skin resembles that of a cactus for I attempt my best to prevent any form of contact with you. Your once incredible bed head hairstyle now bores me as much as your personality. I observe and note down mentally the love you’ve shared with myself, with others, and now with your permanent lover. Nothing appears different, not even the slightest. You've yet to change your affection, but you've only changed the who. Similar in many ways, you’re repeating love with a different name. How is it that I believed in every step of what we used to endure that I, in your eyes, was irreplaceable, unattainable to others for you were mine forever, that I was your soul mate, that we were perfect? You now repeat similar if not exact words to another and it baffles me. Does your conscience ever lurk through your heart of stone, with the memories of what was? Do the voices in your head ever speak to you in the middle of night like mine? Two hearts, two minds, similar in purpose yet diverse in what we choose to pursue.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
They are deep and hurtful,
They are a part of you which changes your whole character, your personality and your life,
They are strong and if you are not careful enough they will destroy you
They are undefeatable by your own and even if you get help they will never completely be gone !
*Tenshi
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
Pink socks, quietly walking into the spacious room.
Wondering around the vacant house wasn't something
she planned.
It just always happened.
The room affected her, In ways, she did not like.
It brought back memories she wanted to forget,
but never could.
Nevertheless, she liked it there.
For she always got letters that reminded her she wasn't alone.
That she wasn't forgotten. That they remembered her, for all she has done for them.
She was locked away with the same darkness that was in everyone.
She just decided to make it consume her.
She wouldn't fight a battle she knew she couldn't win.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
A never ending battle
Between two foes
Both undefeatable
Both bigger than any other
Both capable of immense damage
Over the mind I call my own
Two foes
Fighting for the right
To destroy me
An endless tug-of-war game
The prize being the end of me
One takes the title of anxiety
But is known in many different forms
Vowing to cut me off from the world
By filling me with fear and worry
Hoping only to drive me to insanity
The other titled depression
Priding itself on killing my hopes
Vowing to cut me off from myself
By making me feel worthless
Hoping to drive me to self-hate
Crying, begging with both
To just make some compromise
A deal with two devils
In hopes of lessening their pain
Neither will have mercy
Neither will make a truce
Neither will defeat each other
Nor will they be defeated by any other
Little do they know
By clawing, scratching
At each other to get in my head
They destroy me in the process
Symbiotically they unnerve me
Together they annihilate me
They simply don’t realize
How well they work together
How well they bring me to an end
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC
She stands beneath the grey clouds in the pouring rain,
Thunder raging and roaring
She screams because she’s lost hope
She’s lost control, lost power
She’s broken, lost, and afraid
She is alone in an undefeatable storm
No one will ever save her
Not even herself
And so, with every last tear and every last howl
She screams for what once was
For what once existed, what she once had
She screamed for everything she’d lost
And everything she’d once dreamed
Because now she’s lost hope
At least, she thought she did
But maybe her will to scream means something more, something better
She still has enough strength to scream, to cry, to hate
And maybe that strength means somewhere, deep down inside, she has hope
Just a little hope
Just enough hope
And enough may just be all she needs
It may be everything she needs
To defeat the undefeated
To smile one last time
To breathe with triumph
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 10:46 AM UTC
Ice creams melting.
Day dreamers before they wake.
Do you know what it feels like,
To have loved,
And lost,
And to know,
Not your mistake?
Feels like
Fresh apples growing
Knowing not the scent
Of their rot.
Or like
That strange sad feeling
Of perfection, not a looming blemish
Not a tiny little speck
Not even a single spot.
It goes without saying
That the Sun will rise
And the Sun soon shall fall.
But the Sun's always there
To forever watch us all.
Yet, just, I can't help but feel,
Inevitable---
Since ice creams,
No matter how delicious
Will sooner or later melt
If we take too long to savor.
And daydreamers,
No matter what they seek
Must always have their wake
Without resolving their endeavor.
Do you know what it's like
To fight the undefeatable?
For is it truly better
To have loved
Then lost,
Than to accept the inevitable?
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
So as I said,
That there will never be a day,
Where the darkness will devour me as prey,
I mean to say,
That because the crazy mind in my fray,
I am viewed as an equal,
Undefeatable,
Uncontrollable,
But still invadable.
It can show it's self,
Disturbing and disgusting thoughts,
But the damage,
Is only an effect,
Not an affect.
Does that make sense?
As insensible as the blocking fog I described,
Ocean of craziness in a strong side,
Thought can be sensed,
But cannot sense the blocking,
Surpressing,
Unlike emotions like hope or anger,
Fear or any other familiar stranger,
That can be beaten,
Or turned as an ally,
Or weapon to darkness that lie,
It is only a mental sensation,
That I can use or have any time in the day.
Like the darkness,
Only when it is thought of,
Can it become part temporarily,
In my brain.
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC