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Motivation, Uplifting, Truth Poetry

War Games

Once before, I played that game.

No shame.

With nobody to blame.

I played with fire, and got burned by a self-destructive flame.

I’m one for peace, no longer for violence.

Under this rising light, I have new guidance.

Looking to find more strength, take away the pain.

It’s time for me to reclaim, and claim what I could gain.

I’m different now, and that’s okay – I know not everything will be the same.

I’m spared from asking if I’m insane.

I’ve killed the demons haunting my heart and brain.

And although every scar remains, I’ve locked my evil away with every chain.

I’ve won and survived my war game.

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Motivation, Uplifting, Truth Poetry

Making It Make Sense

So what if nothing makes sense?

I live in peace with my madness, I rise and I thrive on my demon’s absence.

It may not make sense, but it feels so real.

Happily lost in this reality I’ve learned to be nothing short of surreal.

Grateful, I won.

Forever grateful for all I met. Don’t let go, I think you’re the one.

Maybe this life is more than I could handle.

But who said that? My fire burns brighter than a wildfire on a candle.

Hope I make them all proud of me.

They love me.

Grateful I won, back then it wasn’t so certain I’ll see the light I now see.

I know I’m redeeming.

I know I’m winning.

And if the evil ever returned, the war in my head ends. Because for that, there isn’t another beginning.

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Motivation, Uplifting, Truth Poetry

In Time Of Healing

Can one really rebuild the bridges that have been burned?

The pain remains. One may find peace, but one may never see past the ashes in those pages of life already turned.

I promise.

My wars. My pain. These lessons won’t go unlearned.

I promise.

I’ll fight harder to keep this energy than I did to get it.

I promise.

I may forgive, but scars make it hard to forget.

I promise.

Part of this fight for this new light is to keep becoming a better man.

I promise.

Never again will I lose myself again. Never again will I go under. And never will I let the darkness define who the hell I am.

I promise.

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Motivation, Uplifting, Truth Poetry

Focus On The Good

I walked to the dollar store, bought myself some chocolate and soda for couple of bucks.

Told the cashier to have a great day. Then I thought of my problems and decided I didn’t give two fucks.

Walking on the sidewalk with sweets in hand, turn my music up – banging my head.

Passing by the houses under the sunlight. Focusing on the good, I’m just happy that I’m not dead.

Watching the cars pass by as I take in the fresh air.

Peace is glowing withing my soul, everyone seems to have something to say about me – but who’s to care?

Too busy focusing on the good, letting my hair go wild in the wind as the sun shines on me.

I close my eyes to take a breath and say fuck it. Too focused on the good, too ready for destiny.

The birds in the sky, and the beautiful souls in the city further prove the everyday can always be a good day.

I don’t have to fight all the time, it’s refreshing. Focusing on the good, I guess everything is going to be okay.

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Empire

Peace within my darkness, I’m seeing more of the light.

I’ve dominated the premises of hell, I’ve won. Seems like I was right.

It feels so good. I’ve changed and this time I can truly feel it in my bones.

This is my empire, may we all sit in our thrones.

Calm through the chaos in my mind, it’s too predictable.

My powers lead me to my dreams, my dreams builds happiness, happiness creates confidence, confidence makes me invincible.

You’ll never lose if you never give up, destiny’s call is unstoppable.

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Motivation, Uplifting, Truth Poetry

A Letter To The Past

To: 2015

From: 2022

Just take it a day at a time.

Those words can cut deep, but it’s pain that won’t make you bleed.

Everything will be fine.

Promise you’ll never stop believing.

Promise that you’ll fight, never stop breathing.

Take it a day at a time.

Relax and unwind, there’s still peace and glory left for you to find.

Everything will be alright.

Just promise that you’ll still fight.

A tear from your eye.

Don’t listen, don’t give in. Sometimes those thoughts never go away, no matter how hard you try.

If live is a war, then what are you fighting for?

Look within yourself, some battles aren’t worth fighting.

Can’t wait for you to meet your friends, and don’t forget about your family – they’re so inviting.

I know that you’ll come closer to destiny, isn’t that exciting?

I know times are hard, crying on the floor.

I know the bedroom door doesn’t work anymore.

Don’t you dare feel worthless, because you are so much more.

They try to drag you down and extinguish your flame.

Too strong to fall, the blaze is too much for them to tame.

And there are days when I feel like I spent a day in hell.

But trust me, eventually you break out of your shell.

Just take it a day at a time.

Just know that everything will be fine.

Promise that you’ll never stop believing.

Promise that’ll you still fight, never stop breathing.

I know you’re angry, and I know you’re sad.

Don’t give up, you’re going to love the glory I’ve had.

I know the end of the wars you’re fighting inside.

Just know that you’re right, there’s better days on the otherside.

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Poetry

Pecan Pie

You abandoned me, forced to free myself from your lie.

Trusting you? Hell, I loved you! I should’ve walked away, but I took your bait.

This time, words became ragged daggers, lies leading me to a betrayal from a self-proclaimed saint.

You left me fighting to survive, you meant for me to die.

Coward, I wish I could look at you dead center in the eye.

You turned your back on people you loved or I guess you never truly did. At least our friendship meant something to me, even if it wasn’t true.

I really loved you.

I’m a fool if I don’t know it by now, not everything is as sweet as pecan pie.

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Motivation, Uplifting, Truth Poetry

HOPE

Hi everybody, would you look at me?

I am the poet writing about his story.

It appears that mine, like many stories, has different emotions every chapter.

And I know if I just had a bit of hope, just a tad of positivity – I would live in happiness and approach the good times with the sound of my laughter.

The clouds on a stormy day or tears when confusion strikes, leaving me with nothing more to say.

My goodness, Hope, what a wonderful feeling you are. I miss you although you’re never far. I just can’t find you, in my days of blue. 

Please come back and forever stay, because you’ve known and you’ve seen who I become when you’re away. 

Imperfect, a word to describe myself. Imperfect is my exhausting mental health. Imperfect is the trauma and thoughts I tried to raise where I could never reach like a cookie jar on the highest shelf.

Hope, I wish for you with every desire of my soul for the duration of when I’m awake. Hope, you know it is me that begs for you to save me as my heart aches. Without you, I still fight day and night. And without you, I’m still struggling to heal and I ask myself, “What does it take?”

I’ve lived dreams in reality and slumber. Hope, I’m begging you to help me become who I was, and give me strength to become the person I envisioned that gave me the ambition to wonder.

Hope, souls are in need of your presence in their shallow hearts. And now that you’ve finally arrived, the time for peace and wellness starts. 

The poet will always and forever write his story with you, Hope, by his side.

Because now that you are in my presence, you have brought me the grandest present – the happiness of the feeling of being alive.