when days blend together so well
weekday or weekend, hard to tell
how i wish i were overworked
instead of living a life, pale
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42.195 and going
if success were easy
it would be common
to a fault, with no one
vying to attain it
that’s why so many of us
leave the journey
midway, when it seems
farther, unattainable
success is a slow jog
run breakneck, and give
up the dream, to ever
witness the joy
it’s a steady stream
that you get inch by inch
one foot ahead of
other, like a marathon
Grit
Corrupted souls chipping away innocence
Another life to ruin with gross ignorance
Partaking in sins of all kinds and measure
As if ravaging hearts is ultimate treasure
But here i stand resolute, power and will
Laughing away as dimwits go for the kill
Earnestly showing them just the preamble
I’m not weak, not fragile, just capable
desperate
the world around me
crumbling carelessly
and there i stand
on the edge of despair
who am i if all is lost
why am i the one still
here and now as it ends
lone, sad and mourning
should i feel guilty
of making it all the way
or should i rejoice
for i am still standing
maybe i should look closer
as the world still spins
and it’s me alone, gone
clinging to hope
fading memories
the days of sunshine and rain
are now a memory, a dream distant
wish i could relive them again
and drown the sorrow this instant
why can’t the mirror see that far
but just a moment passed instead
and reassure gloom it won the war
reveling coldly in those eyes dead
all i’m left with are memories now
for my present is forever alone
but can the furure be hopeful somehow
or all my happiness is forever gone
miserable bully
a laughing stock for everyone
that’s all i am anymore
made a fool again, and then some
disheartened to the core
what was it that i did to you
was it really my folly
or was it a ploy to humiliate me
for my tears made you jolly
are you happy with my misery now
did it bring you joy
or are you another misery yourself
and this happiness, just a ploy
unending quest
the more i learn
the more empty i feel
learning but
the depth of the vessel
empty
never sated
unrequited
it’s been too long to count
the days of my love for you
immovable through stormy life
yet unrequited throughout
my use to you was to be used
for your whims were my commands
only to be discarded after
like stale news of old yester
at least you could’ve hated me
i would’ve cherished the vehemence
all i could see was indifference
unworthy to elicit an emotion
haiku
your essence gone
all that’s left behind
lingering aroma
