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Oh! With what unspeakable anguish Do I regret the vocation I came so close And so oft to having The sweet acclamation That might have been mine.   Had I tried and failed,
It’s happening again, Such unbearable pain, And if my soul is crying As my heart is breaking, then that’s fine…   I’ve let so many people down, Lost so many beautiful opportunities,
Orpheus, guitar extraordinaire, the King of Rock, and Apollo’s heir. His music loved around the world,  though, he only cared for the love of one girl. Darling Eurydice, the love of his life
Us
Growing up, We wanted to make our family proud. Our teachers thrilled. Our peers happy. But growing up, We always made our family shake their head in disappointment, Our teachers in disapprovement,
Will you still be here, when my fingers fall to pieces? Broken glass beneath my toes, a reminder of my own fate. Will you still listen, when the words mean nothing?
I was terrified of failure inadequacy imperfection   The worst when I worked incredibly hard What a waste of time to fall just short of success  
fighting writhing agony with screaming voices in my head and on and on throughout my day for evermore they say that I can’t measure up, and till i drop i’ll
What’s it to you friend If I had known you when we made some mistakes time and time again So let me tell you what; let me implore you the lesson
I’m afraid to fail Fight to feel success Being measured on a scale To determine who's the best   Choking under the pressure
Failure F is to fall, straight into a vortex A is for the grade that I might not get I is to think about where I wanted to be
What is failure? For me, failure is unhappiness. I want to be successful with my education to form my future. Will my future be filled with happiness? Or will it be filled of missed opportunities and regret?
Opening my grades sucks the air out of my lungs. My jaw tenses as I see the one grade that is lower than the rest. What about med school? Grad school? My mind is telling me that I failed, but...
Opening my grades sucks the air out of my lungs. My jaw tenses as I see the one grade that is lower than the rest. What about med school? Grad school? My mind is telling me that I failed, but...
I am afraid of failing.  Failing.  The word alone is scary.    I'm afraid of failing in life.  Failing to do simple things such as doing taxes, school, being an adult.  What else?  
Success was a big word That hung over my head like a cloud And failure was its shadow Dragging me deep underground It was a spiked flower always growing
Intermission has failed me. A trip wire was not part of my blocking- It left me on my knees. Broadway lights, turning off with a loud Shunk
Dedicated to someone special .
Anything that is worth it and anything that makes life great is always scary.
There's that one word... It keeps me from succeeding... Failure. It's bound to happen, So why try to be Successful? I do nothing Because I won't win. I miss chances
It never works, And I'm an idiot for trying. I feel like you've unpopped the corks, 'Cause I'm suddenly crying.
She grew up in a home where every grade mattered, where “A” stood for average, and anything below 100% was not good enough. She grew up in a school
You weren’t there when I needed you. Your selfish ways were rude. Your priorities were skewed. You manipulated me for your gain, And you cared nothing about my pain. But in your absence, I found my assets.
Where do you go when you have no one to turn to? When the lines of love you had, you've simply burned through... What do you do when hearts lie broken, shattered particals like sand...
Though it's hopeless, still, I struggle, though it's fruitless, still, I toil, The people laugh and say "He keeps trying, though his soul is to pay"
Dangerous is the game I play And deadly, as any can say And yet, my soul is to pay I've lost the game I played today, Yet many enemies I did slay,
Dear Failure, My precious frienemy who teaches me copious lessons and A Force that pushes me to my lowest points, Pain comes with each experience with you But your lessons are the sweetest.
Dear Failure,   The constant fear Of you looming over me; The constant terror Of the shame you will bring. I am barred in the shackles That bind me to this prison.  
Dear Failure,   You do not define me. I don’t care what you are or the power you have. The pressure you give each and every day. You may trigger fear of the future at every waking moment but
Failure,   I want to say thank you for always being there. The fear of you keeps pushing me forward. And even though I’ve fallen into your opens arms before,
Dear Failure, Thank you  Thank you for the trials and hardship that I tried so hard to skip Thank you for the lessons that gave me unworldly possenions Thank you for the voice you chanted 
Dear Failure,  Many say it is better to try and fail than to not try at all. For so long, the fear has told me, "No." "It is safer here." "Where no one tells you no."
Wide-eyed, glassy stare Dazed and confused Reeling, recoiling from possible  Impossibility    Windmills, grassy fields Disappearing Set upon in flames from those leaders
  Such phantoms Accompany no one else   Such time is spent In no other hell     The only light is a tiny spark     Behold; a writer in the dark     Trapped and wrought In a cave so lonely
Oh how I’ve messed up The trouble I have caused The hurt I have caused
I was a man of industry Wrought iron bars towards the distance Eden was promising company Reapers mowed through the gardens Heavenly light begged for shadows Peter sang out, "efficiency"
my day-dream dresses like you. i just thought you ought to know; nothing i am is true. this stupid mask is all for show; sometimes i can barely see through. right now i can't even make the words flow,
Once upon a time, Extraneous forces brought me at a roundabout, for I was at an impasse of life that I did not wish to bring about on my own accord,
They say we only do drugs like we got no ambition, We take it personal cause deep inside we're on a mission, But people see only the worst like they got tunnel vision, They make us look so pathetic as if we got no wisdom,
Whether it is sooner or later, people will reveal their true colors. Eventually, the sparkling gleam of fairytales and new beginnings fades into the dark enchanted woods of reality. Imperfections. Losses. Disappointments. Failures.
Speak     I don't.       Fall     I did.     For him,     Wonder if     it's safe to say    
i close my eyessoftly, softly,softer this timemy dreams long goneleft me hereto diewith the echoesof a promisebut onlylies  
the fear of failure has always made me skirt its edge where others have dove right in   I jump nimbly, to avoid the shining drops
On a stroll along the endless shore By the tumbling tides that roar With the golden sun sparkling at day And silver moon shining over the bay Enduring the scorching pebbles and sand
I wish to ask the gushing stream Why fade thin into a foggy one And vanish like a twilight dream In the umbra of the sparkling sun
America the Great, At least in theory. America the Great, Why are we so dreary?   America the Great, Unemployment, welfare. America the Great, No politician could truly care.  
Where has my strength gone? I used to I used to be so tough Never sleeping and all Wave by wave, I slipped up, grades sank And now I sink too Buoyancy, my old friend, is all I'm riding on
look; i'm so, so sorry  i thought i'd made you proud.  not annoyed, i'm full of misery.  because i stood out in a crowd.  wasn't normal, didn't fit in. not in the future not even now.
I'm not the me I used to be And this is not good news Top of my class to barely making a C I have the college blues   I'm not the daughter I used to be I used to make them proud
Looking back at the year prior Makes the road ahead seem daunting. Taking apart the person I was, The closest I can describe is passion. A rekindling of a dying and tired flame, thus,
Even if I knew what to do, What does this matter even mean to you?   Don't chastise me for what's been done.   If I recall correctly, You didn't disagree. Sure, the result wasn't favorable,
I spent the year in recovery No, not from a drug-filled accident But instead by love-filled precedent, idealiogical, heaven-sent    Empathy was my violation Agape, Philia, Philia
Trapped in a world in which I can not fly, I struggle through the endless barriers that keep me here. I fight and scream, but to no avail, For my wings are clipped and bind.
Brother: Sister was i never enough? to keep you smiling  when things got tough? Mother:Father was i never enough? no not good enough. to feel you love
No one gets you. No one wants to. Why bother fighting, When no one else is trying?   Everyone doubts you. No one believes. No one has faith, That someday you'll succeed.  
Somehow,I manage to get out of bed each and every day.I get up, get ready, and get to work. Surprisingly,People look at me with admiration for this feat."How are you so motivated?" they ask.
My boat drifts away from the dock I sit and watch my dreams die.   How do I say, “it is okay, you have a plan.” You do have a plan, right?   The boat drifts to the horizon, my stomach drifts with it.
She wakes up to the cries of her hungry child. Another night another hungry tummy experience. She hobbles to her baby’s cot, And feeds her from a dry breast, Before taking a cup of dirty water,
When this started It was fun Or at least Supposed to be When this started It was light-hearted Or at least Supposed to be
Can anyone love me? Would anybody be willing to withstand My horrible insecurity, The side of me I hide? Would you be willing to tell me  It will be alright, When you know I don't believe you?
Flames burned through the night They wouldn’t be put down without a fight. Determination etched off each spark Lighting up every inch of the dark.
the artist who drinks thier own blood, is the first to taste the salt, flavor to enhance the taste, seasoning to please the guests,   our blackest paints add the deepests contast,
There is fear and there is comfort, But sometimes comfort is intertwined with fear Challenges Succeeding is the comfort of warm lavender bubbles enveloping your curves
The simplicity of things have turned to dust,And all that's left are little specks,That you can't decipher.Making things harder than before.
You work and it's for nothing You try and practice over and over Loving the keyboard like a child Touching it like a lover And it rejects you   You spend hours trying to play
This life is so hard This world kills me God show me my heart And where it’s supposed to be   You are my hiding place The refuge from the storm Every time I look at your face
I feel so empty There is nothing inside I feel so guilty I have hurt my pride   I feel much sorrow Not anger or hate All for the greater good
The emotions ruining though my head are empty and deprived of every little breath of oxygen. Like a prisoner trapped within a frozen den. With the emptiness consuming my soul, predicting the very out come of my life.
I emerge from ash
She Was Me Someone has their eyes on her,
Depression and I have been dating each other for five years. Depression was a lover that would convince me to bed earlier than anyone ever should. Depression kissed me on the first date, and I haven’t shaken my lover since.
Stayed up and studied all night, third week in a row. Patiently waiting for my test grade, athough i already know. Straigth A student since grade school, Nobody's better than me 
Sitting in shipless sea you wade and wait for me. You wish I'd get in but I wouldn't risk the tragedy of a storm, to bear us back to a foreign shore. Alone, together, with no hope for another.
Dropping cocktail names because they sound so sweet Auntie's house last night too easy, score some at the meet
 I remember altogether underneath the weather, hopes, dreams shining like sun beams.  you know what it means I don’t and it seems So filled with passion and the will for action we thought for sure that you would have some traction.
In a dreamy haze like the smog in a huge city 
Go on, do it I dare you Eliminate the innocence Illuminate the sky There’s no need for your presence? I can assure you that’s a lie How could this have happened? I invested my trust in you
A fruitless rage  One without bound Builds up a barrier 
Lord, save me from my sins
These people be looking at me like I'm crazy Like the shit I been doing ain't the right shit maybe Maybe I'm loosing my mind I haven't been feeling right lately Like all these demons inside been tryna step out on me
I felt comfortable, still, and ready While I sat with my mind set and steady.
The unexpected comfort I have found sleeping on this furniture my sister diagonal from me. my mother parallel to me. my pride inexistestent. I do not complain because it is either this couch or
Life,it's a funny concept really.
The losses we feel They overwhelm our very minds They take our hopes and emotions Dash them on the stones of reality And laugh.   They laugh at our loss.
I smile in hope they will stop staring. I smile in hope that they will see the beauty I see when I look in the mirror. I smile in hope to make someone's day.
Beauty is courage.
The path. What path? Which do you choose? What if you change your mind? Where do you go from there? The never-ending road to death. Mysterious, exciting,terrifying. Copious ways to fail.
Again. It came crashing down on my windowsil. Raking, tapping, billowing. It clouded my thoughts, yet cleared them too. It reminded me of you.
What am I underneath it all? I am afraid, of new, of alone, of failure.
I have seen my mother beaten, cursed, and mistreated. I have heard the cries of my younger brothers. I have felt heartbreaking disappointment; and I have witnessed the effects of non spirituality.
You give me tears, you give me love, but there's more you do that lifts my heart, eve
I wear a mask, thick as leather   Beneah the seams fear keeps the mask together     No scars lie behind this invisible shield   A single word is all that's concealed    
You were never the one who got tests hung up on the fridge and you never handled a ball well enough  to earn a trophy or attention. You were never your sister, who had
At some point in life I will fail it could be a test that was just a mess or a failed relationship that was a stress or even a trial that I endured for a while But I must confess pass or fail, I will fail 
I get used to the feelingBut some people don'tThey get what they want so easilyAnd experience no bumpsI knew I wouldn't get itI still know why I tried
Befriended street lamps' static humTimed steps slashed through electric buzzFled from the dawn's grey stainchased night with anxious breath                                              erupting
I exist, I’m alive, My heart beats, Thump Thump Thump, But my arms, legs, neck, Stiff. My body’s moving, But I’m not moving it. My lung goes, In, out, in, out, I’m breathing,
I sit aloneon the ruins of human failure.On a stonemade of the promises broken.Feet underneath me,to stand would be impossible.I weep softlyon the ruins of human failure.
I lost that timeworn, white gold wedding band, the one that represented a broken purity that we as humans have destroyed. I lost my stern father’s posh shutter lens FujiFilm and for a while we lost track of time between then and now.
I keep telling myself
on the outside looking in.  no sense of beginnings. failing is constant.  looking up blind.  system cave in.  promise of forgiveness. fate of distance.  fade to reality.
Tick, tock. 1:23 pm on the clock. She's 3.98 150.5 5'8''
Tock, tock,
Im here ag
Patience is an elemental virtue,   Even as minds are writhing, Mingling and beating together, In a flawlessly mortal cadence,   Our bodies are entwined in a disconcerting dance,
I strive and strive to reach the top. Never ever thinking to stop. All I hear is “Go harder, Keep pushing!” and “Be number 1!” But what if number 2 is all I got? They claim words don’t hurt,
I will light the way I will eventually burn out But then it will have turned into day And still nonsense you will spout
The mirror stands before me after four years. Finally I can rid myself and make my skin clear.   Pop! There goes my first "F." I cringe and I make noises not found on any clef.  
The budding feeling in the fleshThe feeling of what's in the chestThe feeling you cannot beholdThe feeling that lingers and unfoldsThe transient feeling of the air
A day of this and nothing more, that is all that I've to live for. With my lover gone and dog long dead,
Days, Weeks, Months, They pass. And I wait. I wait on you. I wait on a FaceTime,  A call, Some word. But you don't call. You don't FaceTime, You send no word.
   I am inadequate. (is that an SAT word?) adj. lacking the quality or quantity required; insufficient for a purpose In a world chock full of Merit Scholars, and teenage charity founders, and tech wizards,
Is that what I'm doing called?
To those whom I have failed For the three minutes I have To speak words left unsaid Forgotten Then draped like a vestige
Each tree is a soldier lined up for war, Motionless with its comrades, Eyeing stumps of fallen friends. Morituri te salutamus.   Dad carries the sparkling saw, its teeth
One person - that is All I am - The Water welcomes me in But I refuse to be Pulled under Refuse - to be thought of as nothing   I may be One person - I will go above the expectations - set for me
Watch it ease on up to ya,terrific slice of madness.Simple words,with deeper meaning,stretching for immaculacy,restless from blemish. The best, no less.Give it all, or fall.
What is the price of failure? How did it steal into the world? What mark, what damage is dealt by its smack of discern? Who's punishing us; mocking us with a cold stare of pale intent?
I look in the mirror My smile fades Disgust overwhelms me  As I go through each day Why am I living? Why am I here? Just to disappoint Living with fear I'm never good enough
Failure makes you want to hide, Never come out and die. Failure feels like everyone's disappointed... At you. Failure makes the strong feel weak and the brave scared. But Failure isnt the end.
Falling short to achieve success In all attempts to impress Those you love. I ruin the plans of others lives So I wonder: “why am I alive?” I’m what you call a “failure”,
There is this deepness, Darknes, Burning in me. Begging me to give in.   Striving for approval, Reaching for hope, Wondering, Waiting, Just to be told.  
You talk in such a droning voice, I'm falling asleep, it's not my choice. What you keep trying to teach me lacks logic, and I'm learning nothing, isn't that ironic?  
I hate myself and want to die The chant in my head As I try to work  Sunlight in the windows But none of it falls inside I hunch forward My stomach clenches I stare at my pencil
We have all had that one teacher, The Boring one,   If education was a taste, they would be a rice cake. The Strict one, This person is the Sargeant of your class, and you are a private.
From time and time againyou proceed to statehow you expect more from me,how you expect me to reachsuch high expectations,and how you know that I havethat potential to do so.
Solid jaw, ridgeline held, promising belief, factors controlling a fate future cannot withdraw nervous attention strapped to a shivering last name Attention. Right-Face. Parade-Rest. Follow through.
I know I'm not stupid, I just seem to barely pass.  It's not that I don't try, it's because I'm not Her, the one in my class.  She is funny, hilarious in fact.  I just sit in the corner, not knowing how to act.  Her hair flows, skinny jeans show h
“Yes,” you said to that first boy in middle school when he shuffled his feet,
The Fear of Failure You can do it, they all said No one can get in the way of your success, they assured Here is a list of resources to get you there, they gave
Failure is something everyone dreads of experiencing; however, it's just another thing that makes up our complex lives.I know I have failed at things I am not proud of but life will continue to proceed.There is, however, one incident of failure th
Class isn't Real. Nor are the Students. Class isn't Real. Nor are the Books. Class isn't Real. Nor are the Chalkboards. All that is Real is failure. Failure is Real. As is the Homework.
They tell us the truth will set you free, So you should hear the truth from me, That student sitting in the first row, Who always seems to look and know, So brace yourself, Get ready dear,
You Wont remember me, I am just a check on your clipboard, a failure to ignore, a name to forget. The money is the reason you stay. Its fine by me, I mean its only my future at stake. Thats just it- iam a mistake. My troubles dont keep YOU awake.
I try so hard, Yet you don't even see. You call me a failure Because I can't get above a C.
You say follow the directions. As you sit back and lose interest, the misconceptions of the task at hand leave us wondering, How can we lead ourselves to victory when we have no guidence?
  Stuck in this room like it's a jail.Trapped like prisoners My hands are tied grasping the rail. We aren't petitioners.  "Sometimes I always ask myself why.Was it after all worth it?
Life is so unfair What you seek is not What you get So try your possible best In order to acheive what you want Because what  you sow, is what you rip   life is like a long journey 
numbness is what I feel most when I am alone. tears rarely streak across the flecked cream of my shell in solitude all the while
Little kids with sticky hands, rush toward their superman. Begging for a taste, begging to be set free.   A hero. A leader. Someone to look up to, they stand above everything.
  Up all night worried about this moment.  I just need to pass. I stare at the students faces as the each get their paper back. One by one relief, fear, stress all fretting over this one measly test.
I am lost in a sea of unknown faces, blurred and unimpressionable.  Blending into the class room walls. Spending the school year doing nothing but filling in a desk, and saying present when called upon.
Eyes met eyes walking by Time that once raced, stood still And if it still sped, care not did I For the eyes that I met could kill   A voice rose up inside my throat Not a word did I speak
Sometimes we give up, even without an endeavour,Convincing the soul we can’t win, hopeless.Well, that’s not the way it works my friend,You don't succeed if you don’t try,And you never win if you never lose. Success is tasteless, failures add the t
  I approach poetry as a teenager approaching the first date, as a 12th grader approaching the SATs, as a spelling bee-er approaching a word she's never known
When you feel like giving up,  And you just want to die. Remember all the people you love, And who would want you to try. When everything is going wrong, And life seems like a sad song.
I reflect. I dream. I speak. I desire.  How does it even compare? A broken heart? A summer's day? They are all the same. We wander. We drift. We run. We crave.
To fall and crash, to climb back up Is what my sister did. All throughout her high school years, She was a faulty kid.   To sneak and lie and just mess up Was her kind of thing.
I watch her closely-- As her smile broadens, Her dark curls caress her blushing cheeks And her eyes carefully roam beds of flowers. She reaches down, Plucks a handful of daisies,
The dewdrops in the morning seem to weep.  Such short lived beauty, so little to keep.  Such tranquility in a single drop, Yet so small that it can't even be cropped.   
The smell of 'nanas fill the air I really just can't wait The oven is so heated now The bread is surely late   My patience is a'lowering The smell is just too strong
I know it's all my fault, and I know I've made mistakes, but talking me down and hating me now is making me feel afraid. Afraid of my future and who I may be afraid of failure and that I may never succeed.
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I was looking to hit the big time Heading to Charlotte to make some cash Driving around in my Dodge Colt Vista, looking for work wherever I could find it A college graduate left completely broke and seemingly broken within Twenty minutes to 1 A.M.
Every day is Halloween.Put on my costume,Put on my face.Double check, Triple check to make sure I look happy.
What’s hard enough to chip a diamond? I don’t know, but I’m pretty cracked. Yet I have learned to refract trials and tribulations into ROY-G-BIV’s of hope and celebration.
The devil sits beside me, undresses from his clothes Says he wants to love me, the only love I've ever known. He kisses with his lips, but doesn't mean it in his eyes The only thing he loves
Don't you realize what this means? a strand of hair on the head of the globe a black pixel on a static screen that's all you are and all you mean   But that was a feature in yesterday's paper
Happy moments I tend to despise because life isn't so easy and these are the tears I cry. They say nothing lasts forever so why should my happiness, it'll just die.
(poems go here) Life’s bumpy roads and harsh realities Are what brought me to the refuge of poetry. A world where you have little money, Where the lady on the news talks about a new murder every night
In this life we are all led by love; love from your parents and from their parents above. In this life we are all given some type of chance to revel in pomp or overcome circumstance. But in this life I do declare, many things are simply unfair.
My first day of School! I write because Mommy said so. My teacher is beautiful; I really hope she likes me. I write because my cursive needs practice. I need an A in English for my allowance.
oh lonely wolf, your heart is crying out for help and so you howl at the moon, venting a prayer full of angst as you don't understand the ways of the heavens so you howl even more in the mystic silence
In all the calculations I haven’t really done, I’ve come to realize that In four years, I’ve suffered from The rocking of a coach buss that Always made me nauseous For enough time to
Fall to the floor on my knees metaphorically I might disrespect someone But I ask this rhetorically: What can you do when you realize you need help because you’re too weak to do anything yourself?
Heart thrumming Blood pulsing Mind racing Thoughts raging Demons pounding At my door Becoming one of them Once more.
Failure comes as fast as it goes Though no one knows Flowing trials and tribulations We learn from mistakes taken As ones who awaken While promises break in Habits used to form a test.
Now
People want to make you feel down. They want to cause an embarrassment for yourself. Lookin' like trash. Make a pose. A flash with confidence. Don't get ahead of yourself Where pride comes into play.
They say A small stream carved The Grand Canyon Maybe that's why I'm so afraid of water Crumble (you're tired)
So scared and diminutive she looked craddled in that corner... completely unresponsive with short quick spasms to let us know she was still here. this could have all been avoided of course,
A rock in a sea of pebbles, freedom overthrown by rebels. Living in a world that is our own, Painted gold by traveling stone. All that I own is my pig and my cart, bringing out the forgotten art.
Our poor forsaken generation Focus...focus....focus Man if I don't blow this it's like I can't focus Feeling like I'm choking....but I know if I'm not blowing this
Forgive me father for I have sinned Repent both for the friend and foe See the sorrow, the agony Sought to aid the misfortunate Diminished by bureaucracy So fists to cuffs, the guns appear
A distant Utter; a mythical Stutter? In Youth, is It serious truth? Must be fictitious; It is never to be serious. But Observe! Another undefined curve! For Play or For Real? They May both Seal.
Hard work, time, skill, There’s so much at risk How to decide What your priorities are. Are they right? Wrong? How to continue When you fail.. When you fall down Hit the ground headfirst
Sometimes I feel lost in the dark But I can hide it with a smile And wait for the stars Before reaching high Challenges. My plans are like fogged glass And nothing is new
i am starting today not like before i dare to be different i believe in myself and I will make it happen today i started today it happened
Stress bites on her pencils, her mind never stopping. Worry tells her a thousand things she needs to do, a thousand things she needs to work on. Stress gets a headache as Doubt whispers she'll never get it all done.
I am a charismatic girl, with big goals and aspirations I wonder where I will be in about 5 years from now I hear encouraging words from the angels watching over me in heaven
Just when you think you have it under control It creeps up like a snake in the grass Never becoming use to the pain that you get from it but once it strikes you know that you must move on
Just when you think you have it under control It creeps up like a snake in the grass Never becoming use to the pain that you get from it but once it strikes you know that you must move on
I love falling. Tripping, Aching, Hurting my knees. I love being hurt. I adore the gnawing pain and heartache, And I revel in the feeling of loss. The words, "No, you can't!"
I reached into the sky But found nothing that I wanted. I excavated the sea Till I touched the bottom, But found no rest for my desire I walked along the earth, Depleted, and alone,
Perhaps there was not enough effort Perhaps there was not enough skill Maybe there were too many mistakes Maybe we ran the wrong drill
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