chess
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it started so sweet,
i actually thought you cared about me.
but now i see these were things you wanted me to believe
we were living in a fantasy, a world of make believe
full of smiles and laughter,
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...
The white pawn
Forever loyal on bended knee
Sacrificed right to be free
But he fights doubts dusk till dawn
Life is like a game of chess,
You have an array of choices for your next step.
You have to take it turn by turn,
Dear Fate,
Since the day I was born
exposed to the empty canvas called life,
that I was never in control of,
we’ve been playing each other.
Locked in a stalemate.
I play as the mighty king;
I can’t do this anymore.
I flip the chessboard off the table and stare at my brother’s shocked face.
Everyday he asks me to play chess.
Everyday I say no.
I was cut off from you,
Though this was nothing new.
I knew it was bound to happen one day
For I was just a pawn to play.
You used me for your own pleasure,
And I thought you prized me as your treasure.
Day one. The Year is born, boom!
Fireworks gleam above shaded cities today.
Years back, fifteen, to be exact. Beat.
Mother's love? Pah! 2016 sends her away.
Feel unhindered. Free, they say.
I don’t know who I am anymore,
I can’t distinguish myself from my friends,
Who I am doesn’t even matter,
Because we’re all pawns in one giant chess board,
I must confess that to impress, my mind when I am stressed,
With work and tailing, and tasks and outlines,
I roll on with chess, hence without protests
A war of patience,
A powerful King
before death befalls him,
Commanding fifteen
He capures a dozen,
before he is surrounded.
He accepts his fate,
While he honors a loss
What piece to move next!Contemplating if I should pick the short route or the longer, more rewarding one Twisting into the middle of the board Where the candy castle lies
Lay here face to my pillow contemplating everything.
Why’d I say that? Why’d I do that?
What will I say tomorrow? What will I do tomorrow?
fucking brandy
I'm not classy enough for wine
begging on my throne
for some wisdom
we often look to the players
to work their own feet
but damn pawns can't walk
D4 my opening move
Who could disprove?
The power of thinking ahead
This gives me much joy but others dread
strategy and tactics an army of 16
The most powerful piece The Queen
Life is like a dice game
One move and comrades go down in flames
But that's just 16 squares on the checkers board
It's always queen takes rook, but the hand is lord
A white palmed power ruling over the twin towers
With great haste, the dark knight captures his foe
Threat’ning the king, who’s turned white as a ghost.
He escapes, but His luck is now His woe
As His wife now falls, murdered at Her post.
You admire chess
In an echo booming society
That’s out of the ordinary
Extraordinary that you can
Typical dork
Sneaky,geeky
Tutor, poet, plays chess
Inside a normal teenager
Misunderstood
Falling asleepTo your own bad poetryOf two yesteryears agoIs like the discomfort thatGrows when you firstRealize that you've madeThe worst of all possibleMoves in a chess game
Winning the High School State Chess Championship
Ryan Breuer
I wake up, I’m thinking “today is the day”,
I get on the bus having games to play,
As the whole world awakes to dawn’s first light,
The battlefield prepares for a grand fight.
The monstrous armies, assembled with care
Assume their positions with dauntless flair,
