battles
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I am a warrior.
A warrior of blood and bone.
A warrior of heart and tears.
A warrior.
A warrior who cries so many tears that she competes with rivers.
we have rejected every single form
of rules we were taught to obey
my soul feels different when you are around,
like hands being held together
thats what love is, against all odds
Long long ago,
But not too long ago
There was a time Wence hope did not prevail
For a kingdom was Torn apart and
never put back together
Frivolous, and yet I'm strategic when I play chess,Trying to be honest and I'd be lying if I saidI'm oblivious and wasn't thinking of what happens next,I'm always looking a few moves ahead...
Harder are the days going,
And smaller are my hopes being.
Tired from those daily battles,
Hiding goes my upcoming titles.
Worst of all.
Better than the best.
Feels like I'm flying when I fall.
Will I rise to the test?
Super highs.
Deadly lows.
White lines.
White smoke.
Early in the morning I sacrificed my time and my sleep to climb this mountain.
While all was still dark and asleep, we were all awake. And so we began.
Delaware
By A.R.T
Hessians camp across the river
Drinking like it is oktoberfest
But little do they know
We cross the river
Battle of Breed's hill
By A.R.T
On the hills we fortified
Bunker and breed read for war
But our defences were to no avail
48 days of siege
By A.R.T
Ottomans gather outside the wall
They fire their cannons and taunt us
We await salvation for 48 days
November 26th, 2016
I sit in my room
Crying
Hoping
Surviving
Welcome to seventeen year old me
Currently crying that you probably did not get into your top choice for college
find me lost in the middle of oblivion
tied to a pole in my thoughts of just givin in
like I'm trying to fight the very waves of the ocean
cause I can't find a vent for all this emotion
The world is crying
cause children are starving
while inside your dying
and you can't stop the heartache
the dealers are buying
the people are lying
but you can't stop trying
to fight it
The dust swirled with great aggression,
resembling my thoughts,
twisted and uncontrollable.
The sky illuminated with darkness,
black and gray, and ash,
Resilient.
For I can sail my boat despite the chaotic storms.
In the dictionary you would find my name, picture, soul next to the definition of resilient.
What made me resilient? My battles.
A heart beats a steadily thump of a drum
The sun sets above the horizon
But it has not yet warmed my body.
The sun glistens
And the light sparks rainbows in the mist.
Every scar is a reason,
A reason to hold,
A reason to love...
Let me hold you in my arms tonight,
Showing you that I can see the beauty through the beast,
Don't kiss me-
There's still blood in my mouth from the last battle.
You know, I've never actually left that field. A part
they never even noticed
the redness in her eyes
they never even noticed
the signs that everyday she cried
they never even noticed
because they never even cared
This isn't my nightmare, no! My dreams and thoughts and veins ache for you! For release. To see them all again. All over. This isnt my nightmare, no! Cover me in pretty pink lines, baby, I need you now! no! Not you... not you...
I walk in the room, and all fifty-something of the people are staring at me instantly.
Well, not really.
enough of your comfortand poetry about innocence
my scars are not an invitationfor you to kiss my wrists
and how dare you try to make me feellike my wars weren’t realdid not exist
Every Christian has a different burden that they carry many of them forget that there is a sweet anointing in the sanctuary that there is a stillness in the atmosp
Walking down the street
Its more than a dream
Its the reality that makes my soul want to jump out of me
What I see is a frightening sight
All different faces but no difference inside
My home
Beautiful seasons of crimsons and greens
Vast blue seas
I’m sorry
Our greedy hands
Ripped through your trees
Poisoned your air and clear waters
And brought fire into your sky
As times to come are seen from heav'n above,
As life's pasture of green is burning bright,
When eyes of men so keen do nothing miss,
When hearts of gold are gleaned in dying night,
