Fall

We all inevitably fall.
What matters is how high we crawl,
The time we take to do it in.
Can we, mankind, pay off our sin?
Or are we bound to fall for years?
Pull up by your bootstraps my dears,
Chin up off your knees, feel cheer!
There is more than one way to win.
Perhaps we just prepare to fall.

Midnight Sonnet

Your breath is the desert breeze
Hot and warm and swift
It puts my weary soul at ease
And my mind begins to drift
It wanders back to olden days
When time was young and free
The simple games we used to play
When love was you and me
The world may break outside our door
We've braced for any storm
I could not ask for any more
Tucked into your arms so warm
So let the coming war begin
Together we can't help but win

#untitled poem

Closing in, almost a win

Tomorrow seems so far away

A long night, a bitter fight

Keeping creeping nightmares at bay

The sun appears and as the end nears

The fear is gone and dying

Time is telling, Joy is welling

There can be no denying

Triquatrain form 

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Accept

There’s a whore in all of us

There’s a sin in him

We are all made up of lust

But we rarely go out on a limb

We take care to guard the exits

We dance to protocol’s whim

Sometimes someone comes along

That says to hell with prim

It’s not even good to be proper

‘Cause those people never win

You have to fight dirty to prosper

We lived in world rotting in sin

We have to stop rejecting our nature

Learn to accept where we’ve been

Accepting ourselves for who we are

Is the greatest way we can win

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A Very Giffy Poem

I tried to hate you. I really want to. But I cant.I can’t lose you. I won’t survive and that’s your fault, I know that. You made me love you, you made me let you in.I feel like I should stop think about it, you know but I can’t.We don’t always lose, but when we do, we win. 

That last gif is not quite what I wanted but it's last at night and I will revisit this again.  Someone had remarked on our language being replaced with emoji's and gifs.  This would be a language similar to egyptian heiroglyphics.  I thought I would experiment with what a poem would look like in those terms.  I'll give it another wack later.