Shelled and Covered Life
Pity those given into this notion, that life is without pain or without strife. there will be red tape and signs of caution! so i'll trudge through what they call this my life.
The Demon Inside Me
Bitter are the unrelenting toils of life this ache inside is like an unending strife this darkness inside me is growing too deep it sometimes awakens me from my sleep the anger i feel, i too often can't control just sends me further, down this never-ending
Perspective
It causes me no strife. so who's the one who's really trapped? can you not see? it's not i who's within the cage. i'm the one who's free.
Gone
Should stay,gone is the path, that once showed us the way.delivered unto us, has thy burden been,and still we obey, thy consious within.gone now, is the evil, that plauges us with dread,but with thy remorse, shall surely be fed.speak then, not of toil or strife
Teenage Loves
So live hap'ly with them, live without strife.
The reason I live.
Remember why i fight through pain and strife. a real smile forms. first in a long time. throw off the rags of grief. the real me shines.
Scales of Colour
All dragons however are the same and through our trouble and strife we all chant while we still have flame; hail fire, hail scales, hail life!
White Rabbit/How, A Poem
#13 of poetry c.2019 a very complex poem about the complex nature of people's direct/indirect influence over us and how we adapt to the strife and torment these things can bring.
Where Kitsune Wait (Chapter 11)
Perhaps there is a middle ground to one thing that has caused them strife. rin can't forbid her sisters from approaching me, but she can forbid them from bothering a guest if he requests it.
First Impressions Chapter 15
Thanx to Dizzydame for this edit as Mystery was away... Chapter 15. Malaprop cleared the study of the breakfast dishes after Lance and Elizabeth had finished eating. "Is there anything else you require help with this morning sir?" he asked, facing...
Dilemma of Choice
Other and comfort the dead store our true thoughts on the shelves the blood on my hands shines a crimson red i only wish i was better gracious, kind, and forgiving, too my life hangs by a tether but i hold on for you this world is consumed by hatred and strife
A Ode to a Lost and Bewildered Friend
An ode this is to living your life an ode this is to gaining reason an ode this is to removing your strife for most of it is gone within a season.