WarriorsA Poem by Not here... different people/stories, same wish.
He's a...
dark shadow and he walks the world alone without a home and unknown he's on a road towards every stone, every cactus. He is thrown into the practice of the throne, where sit zoned out tyrants, who drone out their people's groans. They atone by making homes that are blown into and thrown by the wind. These homes are known as the broken-down zone, nothing more than a stepping stone for the bemoaned to use. Dark tone is getting overused; rows of people are stoned. They postpone the party because broken noses are smarting. Abusive tyranny is parting the crowds to make room for starting a disaster that's departing from them to take over rebuilding the world in the midst of panic. But this man is gigantic, unsinkable and titanic, he rolls with unearthly emotions in his volcanic temper, it's going manic and more or less transatlantic while across the oceanic planes he plans to take satanic powers down. Conquests are his antic. He's a... very thoughtful man and he always ponders. Unfamiliar paths he wanders, and every opportunity squanders. Lives his life in deep thought and he's always sought the answer to find a life that he brought out of the darkness and pain, yeah, he bought his life from there. He wrought it and taught himself to be strong, himself to be not like the other people. He wanted to swat away all the thoughts of giving up a lot. He fought and he bought into his distraught state of mind. Ought he not to have fought and continually got more experience. Shots then war was waged. Throughout it he aged and at last he staged his own campaign, raged throughout the engaged people who were upstaged. She's a... hard-fought warrior, never ever lets go. The last thing she would do ever is stow all the feelings inside, because she still knows no matter how hard it is to cope, no, the feelings she feels are what fuels her soul. She uses them as drive to push low, digs in to the ground and goes pro. Using all of her power, she grows into a woman strong enough. Oh, she fights all day and fights all night and when her height is highest her light is bright and shines white. She writes and is quite the master. Full of might, she delights in outright domination. Tonight is her night out of sight. In spite, she will fight until all the world delights and her friends reunite with her at the end of night. However... these are only three people who are fighting everyday they live under stars. No matter what happens, their wars are waged and every single battle that they continually staged were used to fuel themselves to the next level. Now everybody around them will revel in the accomplishments that they made a reality because in the shade they sweated buckets and worked like dogs while they jumped over obstacles like frogs. Choose your path, warrior or weakling. You, a writer can be so much more than either. Be a fighter. Fight for the people who don't have a thing, whether in the sewers or hiding behind bling. People who can't hold themselves off the ground; those are the ones who need help over the mound. Worries plague us all as we go through time, but we can always help others with every rhyme.
© 2015 Not hereAuthor's Note
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