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A poet will never give up because a poet always wishes to be more. A poet will always accept life threw observation but at the same time he or she wishes to be and see more. I crave success like a a starving lion craves blood. The taste of success is sweet yet bitter to know this will never be enough much like the lion I need to survive. So I do it thriving in books lost in my own observations contemplating why how and who. I see but what I feel is more and what I wright will never be enough to scratch the surface of what this feeling really is.

When you accept the comforting thought of love and when you fear it all at the same time. Well time and time again I have drown in my own pain but yet, afloat I am and my lungs continue to pump the air I breath. My heat beats slow and fast at the same time because love is daunting, exhilarating, and comforting all at the same time.

The One Who Is I Am.

One who moves threw walls bares a stuttered speech. One who is is a number waiting to be a name. I am the one who seeks the light that shines through our hearts or the light that dies with the turning of the seasons. Weather its kicking, breathing, screaming I will come out singing.

I am the number waiting to be a name yet I am also the one who moves threw walls. Like a ghost I am unique in ways that turns thought into contemplation, but none see or will ever know. I the one who fails daily, but never accepts defeat. One who will only give up when my lungs stop breathing.

I am the one like many who wishes to be something. I am that something and I will be that something someday. Every day I will be thankful for every hour I get to breath. Its far to hard to be angry at my self, its the effort I do not have, its the worthless, pointless movement we all neglect to accept and far to stubborn to stop. I would rather use my every ounce of effort for somebody to observe and know the path I lead.

He went deep into his forever lost novels where some will never understand. His eyes were black each step he took was short passing back and fourth in contemplation. As his breath grew deeper you would see his tears grow within his eyes. A mans effort, a mans hopes and dreams drowning before his hands. Nothing he can do or say to save him self. His world plummets turns and shifts all he knows. This man was courageous, this man was fearless now he lives the nightmares he neglected to be aware of.

Trial and error

Feed your soul from the soil of this earth. Every one moves when i stand as one, I am of nature when the wind blows I wish to blow with it, when the sun goes I wish to go with it. I fear failure daily. when I reach as far as I can there will always be a man standing taller then I. All my effort all my sacrifices will all die in vain. My ambition was fire to a candle now the wick is near its end. The stress to be the wind blowing my hopes and dream out far in the vast ocean. I am water with out a current, with out a breeze to move my oceanic air.

I will move fourth with the wind, I will follow the sun.

Jordynn

To me you may not be perfect, but the more I know of you perfect doesn't seem like enough.

You've been growing within me for some time to the point you've attached among my thoughts, dreams and memories.

Theres nothing I could ever ask for that would amount to the day I met you.

Ive seen our past played back to the point I laughed.

I see the future at the end of the world seeing it all, with you.

I live the present

With in your arms I could conquer mountains as far as the eye could see.

Ive gone from lost, from the shell Ive hidden away in.

Then you came, found me, exposed and made me bright again.

Now I drowned in my own success, never was it achieved but found within the universe among countless stars.. among countless souls there was you and I.

Nighmares

So many mistakes I have made they pile up like death, an avalanche waiting for you to slip. Every misplaced step I took leads me here lying in my memories reversing only to play back in my head. Every sound smell, feeling as vivid as the next to the point the motion makes me spin. Dreams that haunt sane men. Eyes close to hide what might appear within the dark shadows that plague my mind as quick as the lives it took.
I am growing old with time falling quicker than sand. The faster I run it seams the further I must go. The drum beats slow the pressure increases as everyone looks with judging eyes. Counts of three go tossing through my strings. A pulse sets in motion as tiny vessels set course. I hear The water swaying, moving only to crash against the foreign object that sets course to a helpless voyage. I am barley standing and hardly sitting.
Freedom has never felt so lonesome or so cold when the wind blows oceanic air.

dsbn

I am the leaf that blows in the wind I am the silent autumn forest, I am the mountains tall and wide. I am nothing to the mortal man money greed and dreams are only what I see. My heart lays with the soil only a body organ to be thrown aside when I am done. Love is all but yet greed always overcomes.We are moved by automobiles to caskets carried by four wheels all the same. We are trapped with in our selfs growing more selfish as the days rotate calenders.