*Okay heres the OTHER one. This ones got a similar FEEL to the first one I posted, but note this one I wrote first, about two days before the other one. But they both share a lot of triples, repeating the same word at the beginning of a lone, whatever that gets called technically. They also both share this undertone of resistance, kinda like you're trying to beat something better than you. I was in a similar mindset for both. The big difference is the resistance thing is the MAIN THEME for this poem while for my other one its an undertone. Hope you enjoy.*
Used to play a game, It was called League
Simple competitive game, kill the enemy
Played with friends, wasted a lot of times
But I learned one thing from that game
One thing more important than anything else
When it looks bleak
When it looks lost
When it looks like its over
Keep going
Keep fighting
Keep it up
Because you never know when you can find your break
You, in those moments, will find what you’re truly capable of
You NEVER give in
You NEVER give up
You NEVER surrender
You are great, and you are capable of anything
With enough effort and time and practice
So never let yourself off easy, and keep going
Never give in
Never give up
Never surrender
And you will find your true boundaries.
I intend to do just that.
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Here I will post some storys or just some random writing. I have REALLY bad handwriting so no one can read them so I will post'em here!
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes
This debt we pay to human guile
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties
Why should the world be overwise
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile
But let the world dream otherwise
We wear the mask!
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes
This debt we pay to human guile
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties
Why should the world be overwise
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile
But let the world dream otherwise
We wear the mask!