Persistence
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PERSISTENCE
You may be
getting little
or even none
today, but
belie'e me,
you soon
gonna be
getting plenty
that way if you
ain't quit
someday.
I have never been someone who would accept it when someone tells them no,
Because I believe that when things get tough, that is when you learn the most and you grow.
Like a phoenix rising-
my renewal too,
was born of ash.
It was a turning
of the tables
where my would-be destruction
seeded
ressurection.
Still alive,
still writing
When hope seems to be utterly lost
When failing becomes what happens most
When full of sorrow and perpetual pain
We come to infer that hope is main
So we manage to work extremely hard
When hope seems to be utterly lost
When failing becomes what happens most
When full of sorrow and perpetual pain
We come to infer that hope is main
So we manage to work extremely hard
My oh my, what is this deadly sensation?
A sickening feeling, oh how I detest it.
Like a chemical reaction, I feel the explosion
Of a million thoughts, the mind's at the limit.
Only "I love you"
I hear is from
my daughter
Trapped in a
predicament
Now
I am
manifesting
Goodbye
days I yearned
to be over
Goodbye
lovely moments that exist
Power of my description
leaves your mind defenseless,
taste into the good world
wanting peace in distance,
touch me here I’ll capture
all the things that matter,
with Power flowing through
From cold ashes, the Phoenix rises
From discarded marble, David,
From clang of pipes, Symphony
From rot of seed, Sequoia
From acid and heat, Gold
From bone-crushing pressure, Diamond
The Persistence of Memory.
The Persistence of Time.
Slowly starting to think that I’m,
apart of a plan,
and out of the grime.
In the grass up on a hill
Outside the city, I see you
Dear empty onion house
Peeling and the feeling I get
Unwrapping you
For brighter insides, scrap the outsides
i am young
i live and breath
with days to come
and time i don't need
my bones will break
with fickle force
and a constant requirement
to make a choice
in my youth,
At Last
Once upon a time
There lived an average girl.
She was Asian and American.
She excelled in high school,
And didn’t care for school.
She made them proud, her parents.
You were my world.
You were the sun of my solar system.
The music of my life.
You mattered to me more than anything.
And you still do.
Did you ever think about me?
Did you ever dream about us?
Was it a dream?
Us?
We were so happy.
So childlike.
So carefree.
What happened?
It was too short.
I messed it up, didn't I?
My happiest days were with you.
the damage isn’t done,
we convince ourselves
as we sit in a row on the curb
sunken arms draped over our knees.
a hodgepodge congregation
of prayers in vain,
because who is there to ask
Inspired by the piece "Persistence of Memory" by Salvador Dalì
Unicorns have an eon long feud
with leprechauns –- a war of misconceptions.
Some believe that leprechauns are a miniscule threat.
Walking the path
Hundreds, no thousands had tread before
Winding through the hurdles of life
College, finals, work
How does it all get done
I worked towards perfection
Never stopping
The future follows behind me with a stern look and a jagged plea
As competition constantly stares back at me.
In the past year I battled the fists of friend crusades
Because of the stabs of pending test grades.
Her prowess is unparalleled,
Suppression never dissuaded all that she is--
An ephemeral incandescence-- ceasing relentlessly
There’s often a reason
To give up and cry.
But don’t think it’s treason
When you stand up and try.
Lacking hope isn’t healthy
Am I living to work or working to live?
Either way I'm still considered a kid.
Alone in this hardship
or helped by my dad
The latter is something I've never had.
They'll judge you and point,
As the blue jay sweeps the skies,
it flies and flies high into the white fluffy and thick clouds as if to disguise.
Flames burned through the night
They wouldn’t be put down without a fight.
Determination etched off each spark
Lighting up every inch of the dark.
People think life is a simple game
A life in where we can do more and more
But in reality, we must consider how
Others may react to what we've done
From a person walking his dog
You're the only pain that I refuse to give up
and I don't think you understand just what you do to me
but maybe one day when we're all grown up
you'll look back and really see.
Oh, to be mad, what a wonderful thing
Oh, to hear, such sweet symphonies
Oh, to live, so joyful and free
Oh, to know, to understand, to see
Yet, to be mad, is held in poor light
I am Tenacious.
Never ceasing.
Always pursuing.
Over miles I run.
An obstacle here, and there, but no matter,
I will overcome.
Though I may slow,
Yet will I never quit the pursuit.
I am but a shadow of light.
I am darkness, but He is white.
He is my strength in the storm,
My courage when I am worn.
The shadow that is me
Haunts, creeps, and begs me to flee.
Bounding over miles of land
You and me there hand in hand
Laughing as we hustle on
Then I fell and you were gone
I sought you out but couldn't find
For you were gone; I felt inclined
Mother tells me she loves me
But I think she loves my sister the most.
It’s pretty obvious, from the way
I persist,
Even when I do not wish to do so.
The problems keep rising,
and there's little I can do to control them.
They are boundless,
It takes pain to know that you're alive,
That your heart is beating.
That your skin is feeling.
That your lungs are breathing.
It takes passion to know that you have the drive,
School is not my forte.
Daydreams of melodies frolic through my mind
But the pencil is forced to scribble foreign equations.
Confused. Frustrated. Lost in a tangle of intricate formulas.
Woe are the ravages of causality to the feeble human race
Contorting and torturing the soul of Man
Yet in this torture the human race was bred
Born into fire
It has persisted and will continue to persist
She's afraid of things that shouldn't be scary,like walking to class and people staring.
She's afraid of her reflection too,She's afraid and she wants to tell you.
Its cold in here, theres no heat.
the desks face right, theres no left handed seat.
The voices drone, but never make sense,
For professors, they sure can be dense.
I wish only for a school condusive to the student.
At dawn she'll sleep forever,Rest in peace her tortured soul,Have you ever? Seen an angel without wings?"If you love something set it free" ,Is what I used to believe, Before I Let go of what I Love,
It would be strange to say you changed me
Weird to say I’m wise.
Odd to speak at all, since seat 27 row five,
Was occupied by me, small, quiet me.
Personalities blend to become stock characters,
Glimmers of light shine from their eyes.
When did I become the "Red Couch" carrier?
The song of the road's become solemn and dry.
