Beautiful Scars
That just makes you feel like shit every moment as you look them in the eye with a practiced fake smile and a smooth worn lie and they know that they are winning, controlling your life while you sit there trying to be perfect while dealing with all your strife
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.
Introduction
#1 of underneath the wars an introduction by dr elizabeth goan, the 'author' of this 'historical fiction' written 2013 **introduction** morphs have endured over a hundred years since their original creation, but not without strife.
Reminded of Memories
Warmth of living, you cannot break, what was already broken, for i was shattered, 'ere your name i'd spoken, i was as sand, ground to dust, i was as iron, turned to rust, but the fire, the flame of life, has called me back, despite my strife
The Dragons Summer
.** **in this the season of flame** **you have called us by name** **to seek a new life** **in this time of great strife** **to find shelter** **a place to to call home, the way.** **and from this the season of flame** **where you have
Poem #61: Dance with the Music
Music_ time is slowing and without knowing i fall into the sound enrapturing movement room for improvement look at what i've found so much beauty in the night i have lost my sense of right listen to the sounds of time fear all the pain and strife
Heaven Falls
'tis we who sow the seed of law 'tis we who sow the seed of strife 'tis we who sow the seed of vanity, impoverishment... morality... and yes, divinity. almighty, god, and can you hear? was it you now, who made the queer one--queer?
Lone Wolf
Am alone in the back i scavenge for my life depends on it if i was to stop i'd die so i scavenge and hope to find a pack to call my own for i am alone and seeking life in a desolate wasteland it is hard to live but i keep going my endless strife
Goodbye
Perhaps you should have considered their pains and their strife, before you decided how much you relied upon the knife. you walked within your mind, thinking if you could run the blade along your arm and free the ruby blood.
Monster Veil
The devil's field of souls are plowed, raping mind, tortured kind, nothing good in hell you'll find, rescue me, hear my plea, your world i can no longer see, sealed box, broken vox, pulling torment like an ox, sorrow's rife, constant strife
The Volcano
Nbsp; you never move nor do you breathe, but you're unstoppable, and forever seethe, dark is your shadow, yet blindingly bright is your wake, you rumble deeply, slumbering for eons, but not for our sake, existing carefree, demolishing everything without strife
Agnosticism
An end to money, love, and strife. but what more lies beyond the veil, to tempt your weary eyes? none of us know, and none can say. and to the liar: will you pay? if it is known and otherwise it is, will he say "liar"?