Winner.

When I was young, I always imagined a life where time would be on my side. Not just a social construct, but a friend in which I could confide. I have come to realize that life is not always so kind, it will shut you out when you have already been maligned. I envisioned a future full of riches and glee, one in which I would be able to provide for my family. But now I see that I chose the wrong path, I could have chose righteousness but instead I chose wrath. I would cry if I could but it is often much too hard, so instead of taking action, I just sit and wish on shooting stars. I hope for redemption, for a day to come, where I can take charge and live large under the stars. If I had a dollar for all the dreams I hide inside, I would never have to worry about how I am going to provide for the life I could be living that I have denied. If only I had tried, then maybe life would be more giving. Instead I choose to fail; success is rarely an option in my weary heart, so frail. I cower in shame and conceal my ambition; procrastination is the kiss that always seals my fate. Irate, I set out to show myself that I am my soul's only mate. I had dreams but they were just clouds in my coffee so black; I would have reached my full potential if it wasn't for my pain. The rain falls hard, drowning me in a world of sorrow; I still have tomorrow to seek and find a shoulder that someone will lend or let me borrow. I do not have much to offer other than my broken heart; I just hope it is enough and that you do not depart. My callous disposition has led to my demise, as the sadness concealed deep within my eyes ruins my optimistic disguise. I would have taken over the world like royalty from the past, if only I had realized that my confidence could last. Instead I roam the world searching for a helping hand, but seem to only find happiness when it is written in the sand. My wishes collide with the stars that shoot into my heart, as I seek further guidance and find myself displaced like the items in a shopping cart. I am a mere shadow of the self that I could be choosing to deflect and reject life's satisfaction guarantee. I hope to one day locate the joy that my soul deserves to feel, just as long as the universe gives me a reason to stop having to conceal. My thoughts, ambitions, and emotions are never enough for the ones that are self righteous, as they always seem to call my bluff. I pray to be redeemed and summon the strength that I know I have inside, as long as the fury within yields and begins to subside. The self destruction that occurs is often not within my control, as I am merely lonely and yearning to have someone to hold. The past few toxic years have shown me that I need to trust and love thyself, before allowing myself to be oppressed and placed upon another's shelf. I am a work in progress, a book that is yet to be published and read; my blood has turned to wine, as my body is your bread. I need to pick up and resume, refusing to let the remnants of my sanity be consumed with grief, as I pray to the Gods above to wash away my pain and fill me with relief. The tragedies of my life are long gone and no longer set in stone, as my sins have all been paid for, and no longer need to be atoned. I wipe my tears on my sleeve hoping to receive a reprieve; no longer naive I can finally believe in the wonders of the world and all that I can achieve. I just need to hold your hand until I find my way back home; my heart is fragile and needs to be restored like the Coliseum in Rome. I hold my breath as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death; sullen and silent as my breadth gets you high like crystal meth. My fears wait amongst the sidelines, yearning to be called upon to play; please pray for me as I return from being led astray. I have cried for the last time, stronger with each new sun as I strive harder to return to the top of my game and take the lead as number one. I am a natural born winner, I have won each battle from the onset; forever a threat to your esteem, I will be the answer when you forget that I have always reigned supreme. Screams fill the air as I cross the finish line, the product of my own revolution, I have added method to madness and corrected my flawed design. Refined, I resign from my post at your pretentious picket fence, and I am grateful to the Lord above that I am finally cured of the scent of my own insipid and immoral, insecure incense.

Everest

As a new moon fell on my sleepless nights, a fresh flame ignited in my heart as I discarded of your memories and turned off the never ending white lights. I spent a fortnight berating myself for being contrite, I regret not leaving sooner and tasting freedom on my tongue. No longer innocent although I have managed to stay young. Refusing to succumb once more to your chains that made me numb. I triumphed and endured all the pathetic ways that you attempted to push me further into your insecure little cage, I rebelled against your oppression as I trembled with rage, disengaged as I waged wars against myself to gain the world. You were audacious to think that I would stick around and let you win just because I slipped, then fell and accidentally let you in. Your laboratory rat no more, I am free to experiment of my own devices. Like a child in a candy store, my senses indulge in the vibrant colours and various spices. I have finally found the strength to escape from your oppression; stripped bare as I undress myself from your love for the last time. My new eyes revealed a path devoid of wrath and filled with suitors that would shower me in kisses and respect. I am no longer shipwrecked but safe and sound as I feel my clock reset as my life has finally unwound. My inner voices are resounding, calling me to abandon ship and release the anchor that is you. You held me back from all that I could have been, hid me behind your velvet ropes, then laughed wickedly as you burnt my skin. I could have been sailing around the seven seas instead of rotting and decaying from the symptoms of your tyrannical social disease. You were the detour I had to take to find myself again in the bluest eyes and skies. Your lies were the seeds that helped me grow and say my rehearsed goodbyes, only to leave and find love under a more worthy sunrise. The new rays of heat that warm my face and bronze my skin are reminiscent of paradise, my own Eden within. I unlocked the secrets that you refused to reveal to me, kept out of reach behind your heavy lock and key. You were the poison while he is the potpourri; your smell is toxic, while mine will always stay sweet. Forced to find the answer to the questions you always neglected to ask, loving you was the most despicable and laborious task. I can see the horizon in the distance and it is more breathtaking when you are not in sight; delighted, my heart beats in anticipation for another's scent tonight. At last, I have scaled my Everest, fumbling further towards ecstasy with each whispered word shared in my latest love affair. Blessed, I have arrived to claim my throne among the best, leaving you in the past with your pitiful Napoleon complex. I laugh vindicated as I watch you spiralling towards your long awaited demise, as you realize that it is true, and always you my eyes despised.

Exhale

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You are the moon that bows down at night to kiss my cheek, and the rays of sun that comfort me throughout the week. I know all this and still, I feel life's ropes pulling me away from you. Logic and reason reign supreme over emotions and lust, as I climb further up the ladder, hoping to be rescued from your torturous love. I know that I must leave as I am no longer your muse, hurt by the lies and deceit you concealed within your sleeve. It took me too long to realize that I had been fooled. Your caresses were just lies and I was your mule. Used like a tool, I ran for the hills, ashamed and irritated for my heart that I spilt. I poured it out to you, filling vials with this naive, and unconditional love. Instead, you continued your charade, your innocence feigned as my stupidity burns and cuts like a blade. I should have known better than to allow you into my world, my sanctuary ruined as you have robbed me of my words, defiled like my skin upon your touch, and still somehow you assume that I owe you so much. I am a king on my own but with you I am a slave; your servant no more, the serpent within rises from the ashes, refusing to be your whore. Washed ashore, your ship should have sank when loving you became a chore. Bored now, I summon the courage, wisdom and strength that defined me prior to your havoc-ridden entrance into my life. With my pen as my knife, I vow to reveal your discrepancies for all to see, how your mistreatment led to the reeducation of me. I will reign triumphantly now that you are gone, as you silently weep for me, growing more withdrawn with each passing day. I am so afraid but I am great at faking it, I will take over the world now that I am no longer forced to commit to someone that refused to admit that this love was inequitable. The tables have turned once again, and I am the hunter while you are my prey. Another dragon slayed, I can see the end to your cursed fairy tale, I will prevail, no longer your victim, I can finally exhale.

Illumination

I close my eyes and hide behind my hands, try to explain but no one seems to understand. The world itself is crying out for help, as we continue to meander from the truth and squander our wealth on ourselves. We could have saved the children that turned into tyrants and unjust kings, educated our siblings and taught them to do the noble thing. Instead we turned the other cheek, veiled but rarely modest or discreet, hoping to never encounter poverty within our own streets. Feral children fearlessly face famine and frustration, genocides and war have become the cause that they live to die for. But instead we feign ignorance and dance to rhythmic beats. If I could change the world with my hands or even with my pen, I would serve the Earth's inhabitants and help them feel complete again. How fair is it for us to build castles when they can only build theirs in the sky, injustice and punishment are their only lullabies. Women in the Middle East are attacked for their honour every single day, while their Western counterparts have the freedom to attend soirées. Oppression is the reason why men are often reduced to mice, repressed and ignored as they battle over rations of rice. Coincidentally, we choose our battles here and take the freedom to choose for granted, enchanted like the accursed forests and whales so often implanted in children's fairy tales. I made the choice to fail, when I could have fought to win it all. And at the end of the day, I realize, that I am the only one that I can blame for my repeated falls. I will rise up against myself, prohibit toxicity from affecting my health. I will take responsibility for my lack of action, until I can comfort myself with the satisfaction that I have craved for far too long. My swan song will result in an upheaval, a reinvention so powerful and bright. One day, in the not too distant future, I will help my brothers fight. Against the injustice that burdens their souls, and the subjugation that chills their bones. I will strive to build new homes for the unfortunate ones who have been the victims of earthquakes and cyclones. The proof is in the pudding and it is finally clear to me, that everything is as impermanent as Buddha revealed for all to see. I no longer crave the material things that brought me joy when I was naive. I believe the time has come for the world's final reprieve, no longer forced to bereave in a land that chooses to misbehave. I will be the kind and gentle knave that bravely rescued and freed the slaves. The room is now illuminated and I see the puppets on their strings, dancing while they further entangle themselves in a web of misery. I praise the Heavens mercifully because I have been enlightened by the greatest gift, Mother nature sheds her final tears as the gears continue to shift.