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I‘m holding the keys, I'm driving this car.
Played games, pushed me way too far.
I’m setting higher standards, and raising the bar.
New beginning for me, mind my business from afar.
November 18th 2018 was the day
I finally decided I'd give my heart away
I seen a future with you from the very start
Like a thief in the night you completely stole my heart
Things got serious so I had too run away
Humans have tanks too
Just like the cars
Sometimes it’s full
Making me think I can reach the stars
But sometimes the light turns on
Meaning I’m running low
I just want to give up
As I sit in the chair waiting for my match
A butterfly flies around my stomach
Fear comes
I keep thinking what if I lose, what if I don't play well, what if I trained poorly?
Strength takes persistence
We face this situation every day
But as long as you cross the finish line
Anxiety fades away.
We scored a goal.
We lost the game.
We still celebrated in the rain.
The coach, he yelled.
The subs went in.
The fact that we lose and we still grin.
I pass the ball.
I stop the goal.
WRITING IS LIKE WINNING
Once the pencil hits the page it is game time
It is time to think and get competitive
It takes hard work to get the best writing
I am greatness and power
I wonder about how to achieve greatness
I hear a roaring crowd
I see people chanting my name in Radio City Music Hall
I want greatness
"As I arose from such an immersed slumber.
(I was knocked the fuck out)
My eyes were grappled with an abundance of ravishing sunlight
(the sun was shining bright as hell in my window)
Strive to fight,
Then conquer and destroy.
To all who know us,
This is our creed.
When we fall,
We get back up.
We hit a wall,
We leave behind dust.
Standing tall with might,
I use to have stuffLots of stuff Stuff that I woreproudlyStuff that I carried around in my pocket stuffStuff that I woundplace in placesamong other stuffto be seenby others who probably had theirown stuff I really lovedmy stuff Now I can not ev
Wrinkled edges and dog-eared pages,
Smudges from the swift stroke of a careless hand ―
Crispy remnants of a poem spaghetti-stained
In the abyss
a crevice of black
I curl my neck
ready to attack
With inked rapiers
in my claws
I slash and stab
hoping for renewal
Half awake
my sore back sprouts
her words struck me like lightning.
passion and strength erupted from her booming voice.
it was beautiful and terrifying all at once.
That's what I need to do
Even when the sky ain't blue
Ill be out here trying to win
Even if sometimes I have to sin
Maybe my mother wont like it
One day I'll have to write it
One day I will be a winner
When type 1 diabetes don't stop you
When asthma, anxiety, and anorexia don't stop you
The man called "duo improv on stage and duet act in the wings"
And I thought my heart had grew wings,
Just to fly straight up out of my chest
And to flutter around the velvet curtains and glimmering table.
I surrender.
I am a winner.
I have won Your love. I have won Your approval. I surrender myself to You.
I am a writer because You made me a writer, I write for You.
My Definition
Us human beings; residents of our minds & slaves of our soul
We choose to see what is only wrong in every journey; what cannot be fixed
Birth of new born killers
high end thrillers
sparse chances, taken with unease
beans and peas,
mark disease and
players can't see me
'cause I was never on a team
in the first dream, I ever had
I am not perfect but flawless, yes.
I can quilt a blanket and endure much stress.
I am a woman with muscle on her bones.
I am the queen of many thrones.
I smile and yet I hide my pain.
My failures do not define me
My weaknesses do not define me
Only I define me
My triumps do not define me
My strengths do not define me
Only I define me
My vurnabilities do not define me
What makes me flawless?
The fact that I am everything EXCEPT flawless;
but have the confidence as if I am...
What makes me flawless is the LOVE I have for my flaws.
My flaws make me who I am... They define me
There ain’t nothing stronger than a broken back,
Except crooked teeth in a cracked smile.
The hardest fights are the ones simply lost,
Violently fought,
Which bring death for a while.
(Second person)
She laughs at us, you know?
Telling us "I apologize."
She's just setting us up for another pile of lies.
Each time we want to desperately believe her.
Fuck this shit I'm winningExcuse me Pardon my beginning So ecstatic About the erratic Accomplishments god has given And the time and will I have put in while living
Tick tock, tick tock
1, 2, 3, 4
Starts the race.
7 hard steps.
5 fast seconds.
-
Tick tock, tick tock
75, 76, 77, 78
Starts the second lap.
Draft behind first.
Don't drop the pace.
I'm only there for your sorrowThings different when you happy and I have to swallow .... My emotionsThe devotion I give to youHow can I tell if you're trueDamn I know you got a booBut.....What about me?
The crowd is cheering
Up in the stands.
But they don't know the feeling
Of the wheel in my hands.
The tires are spinning,
The people are wincing,
At the terror and thrill of the crash
Curled up
Trapped within
A living shell
I slam against it
Scratch at it
Work harder than I ever have
But even when
It is open
I still am not free
As I walk down the halls of my humble abode,
Everyones smiles look depleatd and scorn.
A Princess who is this years 2014 prom queen,
A criminal who is bastardly and obscene.
Alas! What a troublesome sight this night is,
Your silhouette on the wall I idolize,
As you dance to and fro, mocking me so,
Who are you to tell me what potential is?
The groomed, upstart young children
Getting ever luckier
While the rest
Wait
For their chance to shine and blow it
When they realize they’re so behind
My mind is depraved. A sarcastic fringehead, erasing my thoughts faster than they can swim. Breathing in water, my lungs fill with salted froth. I bite my tongue and an acrid brine pervades the void.
Win, win, win, all the time, Never mediocre, that won’t do.
Be the best, if you’re not, then try harder.
Perfection is a choke hold,
She gallops toward me.
I watch transfixed as her flaxen mane is grabbed
By the invisible fingers of the wind.
She whinnies with sheer delight at seeing me.
The taste in your mouth that lingers and trudges, has no adulation for you any longer.
The taste that's withers your tongue and scolds your cheeks shares the same name as I.
Your erotic lips and animalistic eyes
As I'm in the round pen preparing to ride
She dances left to right, so I can not get on
As if her steps aside gave her the chance to hide
I finally got on, and we headed towards the lawn
We started moving unrestricted
Ladies and gentlemen I present to you
One Adrian Malobolgia
He’s the son of the devil
He lives here, in queens, on the roof of 14172 85th road
