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Winter Sparrow Dec 2016
We march.
Broken.
Devestated.
Deprived.
Unaware of our destination.

So as an act
Of bravery,
Of sadness or
Of fear.

But all we do,
Everywhere we go
We still need a purpose
We still need our motivation

To escape and live
To re start and re gain
To achieve and destroy
To become and to forget.

But till we find our destination,
We try to die,
We try to intoxicate
But lack to be remembered after death.

We march
For nothing
For the faded
For the shattered
For a forgotten cause
Aaron LaLux Dec 2016
The King’s Conundrum

Every castle crumbles,
every rise has it’s fall,
every king eventually dies,
no matter how great the life is he lives,

and all the jewels that rest in his crown,
can’t be taken with him when he’s gone,
because everything in this material world that matters now,
will be worthless when Kingdom Comes,

he’s on his throne,
he’s the king of the hill,
but he feels all alone,
because the pyramid gets smaller the higher you go,

while everyone watches the throne,
some with respite and some with respect,
as the ultimate answers stay evasive,
but the ultimate question continues to beg…

As a king what will you leave here once you’ve gone?

What will be your legacy?

How will you be remembered?

What will be your gift to this world?

After the fall when it all falls down,
what will you leave for society other than an empty body?

After all,
you owe everything you have in this existence to this world,

and you have a lot,
you’ve accumulated more than one man could ever spend in a lifetime,
and a lifetime is exactly how much time you’ve got,
and time is running out faster every day tick tock tick tock,

it doesn’t matter how much treasure you’ve got,
you can’t take any of it with you,
and herein lies the fundamental question,
what will you do with all of your immeasurable treasures when you’re gone?

And this my dear friend,
is the king’s conundrum.

Because the more you have,
the more you lose,
the more you make,
the greater the divide with what you can take.

Because you can take nothing,
except for maybe a few memories,
so what will you choose to do with what you leave behind,
what do you want the people to think when they remember he?

He as in you,

honestly,
what are you going to do,
now that you see,
that the more you make the more you’ll lose…

Choose,
wisely great king,
for God,
and the people are both watching,

so what will you leave,
for future generations to view and use,
and that my dear friend is the ultimate question,
but it’s a question that ultimately can only be answered by you,

so seriously,
what will you do?

because every castle crumbles,
every rise has it’s fall,
every king eventually dies,
no matter how great the life is he lives,

and all the jewels that rest in his crown,
can’t be taken with him when he’s gone,
because everything in this material world that matters now,
will be worthless when Kingdom Comes,

he’s on his throne,
he’s the king of the hill,
but he feels all alone,
because the pyramid gets smaller the higher you go,

while everyone watches the throne,
some with respite and some with respect,
as the ultimate answers stay evasive,
but the ultimate question continues to beg…

As a king what will you leave here once you’ve gone?..

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

The Holy Trilogy Vol. 1; available worldwide
Waiting4TheStop Dec 2016
Gal?
Pal?
Wait, what now?
How?

Bound to get some questions from this, some hate; a backlash. The funny side of this is my middle name can basically be a backslash.

Some will say I don't have to mention.
Others will say I'm doing it for attention.

I'm doing it because I don't know.
I'm putting my confusion fully on show.
Whoohoo! Yippie! Let's go!

I don't have to be shy.
So what? Sometimes, I feel pretty much, like a guy
Perhaps, the majority will stigmatise.
For you see, my gender does not fit into a pretty little box, at least not in society’s eyes
(C) 2016
Sarah Steck Nov 2016
Trapped in a body
That isn't mine
I don't recognize
Myself, anymore
Long hair- hate it
Make up- dread it
But still I dress up
Go along with the act
I can't tell anyone
Or my life will go
To shreds
Mazen Edlibi Nov 2016
I'm tired of searching for meanings!
I'm tired of questioning my feelings!
I'm sick of justifying my sayings!
I'm jaded of trying to find reason for silly things!
                        I ask you people!!
What makes simplicity removed from your dictionary!
What makes life equal to death!
What makes innocence equal to drama!
What makes Love equal to naivety!

When there is no answers to those questions.....

Then....

Clumsiness is a clue!!!!
Àŧùl Oct 2016
Tu Chaahe, Tu Chaahe, Ya Na,
(Whether you wish or don’t,)
Main Jiyunga, Haan Main, Jiyunga.
(I will live, yes I will.)

Jeewan Ka Har Maza,
(Each fun of life,)
Main Ji Bhar Ke Lutaunga,
(I will enjoy wholly,)
Tune Diya Hai Jo Dand,
(The punishment which you have given,)
Main Karunga Ise Bhang.
(I will dismiss it.)
Tu Chaahe, Tu Chaahe, Ya Na,
(Whether you wish or don’t,)
Main Jiyunga, Haan Main, Jiyunga.
(I will live, yes I will.)

Tu Chaahe, Tu Chaahe, Ya Na,
(Whether you wish or don’t,)
Main Kab Jiyunga, Kab Main Jiyunga.
(When will I live, When will I live.)
Jeewan Mein Kya Maza,
(What fun life would be,)
Bin Tere Jo Bitaunga.
(If at all I stop believing in you.)

Woh Jeena Kya Jeena,
(Would that be a life at all,)
Har Pal ** Jab Saza!
(When each moment I spend is a punishment!)

To Tu Chhaaja, Haan Tu Chhaaja,
(So be the shade over me, yes please,)
Main Phir Jiyunga, Haan Main Jiyunga.
(I will live again, yes I will.)
Tu Chhaaja, Haan Tu Chhaaja,
(Be the shade over me, yes please,)
Phir Main Jiyunga, Haan Main, Jiyunga. (And then I’ll live again.)
The lyrics to my Tu Chaahe song

Modification to an original composition called 'Tu Aaye' by me.

I made this modification after my life threatening accident.

HP Poem #1229
©Atul Kaushal
God, I
Can be watching over me,
But I want to watch you,
You hide behind the clouds,
I can't see you,
I can't find you,
Perplexed, I wander off so far,
That I can't see my own self,
That I can't find my own self,
Can you be watching over me.
Reine Monroe Sep 2016
Can I call you?
At 2 am I can only talk for an hour...
Cause at 3 am,
They say it's the demons hour...
And boo I don't wanna turn on you
And go off on you,
Forgive me if I do it to you,
Your not the struggle that I've been through....

So lil baby can I ask you this?
Can I not be a love that your gonna ignore and miss?
Can you not carry the traits of these fuckboys I've been dismissed....
I didn't curve you,
When I probably could've..  
I didn't curve you,
Don't make me feel like I should've....

Can you call me ?
Make love to me with your voice,
Sing to me ,
Like Boys ll Men or
Dru Hill,
Back in the 90s?

Can you feel me ?
A chemistry similar like Jada & Will,
but imma need us to curve mfs,
and be ready to ****...
Those who hurt us....

Can you be for me ?
Like a baby without its binky?
Can you be the one to cry for me baby?
But man up because I'm the lady?


Can you love me for life?
I'm not trynna rush anything,
I just be thinking of things....
Your love could be the best thing...
Can you be for me?

I don't wanna have anymore games...
Not another chess piece....
Not another missing puzzle piece....

Maybe what I'm trynna say is...
Darling can you really love me ?
storm siren Sep 2016
I think of myself as generally understanding, but:

why do anything that does not make you happy
if it does not better you
or others?

why allow yourself to be cruel
when it us much easier to be kind?

why disregard someone
who puts so much effort into caring?

I will never understand
the lack of what I have learned.

I was built
on equivalent exchange
and loyalty to loved ones
and never giving up.

I do not understand values
that do not include such.
A little ******, a little "i'll get over it", a little hangry, a little needing a hug.
Caroline Lee Aug 2016
8am solo endless drives in
Purgatory
Will you remember me?
Will you still say say my say my name
Or have I disappeared into all these varying shades of 8am
Have I become the way I looked at him?
Will I fade here? Or will I reignite only to show you up
Turn up and burn up I know you never wanted me
Just wanted the person you imagined me to be
Now all I see is the white lines of this highway
Purgatory
Will you remember me?
Will this be
Forever?
8am fade out good so slow
I'm nobody's baby so nobody needs to know
My glass bloodwork and hazy brain
I know you don't see me the same
Purgatory.
Written in the parking lot of my community college
Also frank ocean's new album is perfect.
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