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We meet again,
My enemy.
When first we met
I was small,
I was weak,
Nothing compared to you.
When first we met
You saw an insect,
You saw no threat,
Not worth your time killing.
You were wrong.
I once feared you
Your visage haunted me,
Your power terrified me,
I couldn't possibly compare.
I once feared you.
But no longer.
I stand before you
A hero,
A challenger,
Fear has no hold on me.
I stand before you
Your bane,
Your end,
I have grown.
I once feared you,
Now I defy you.
I was once weak,
Now I am strong.
Do you regret not killing me now?
My enemy.
When first we met
I was small,
I was weak,
Nothing compared to you.
When first we met
You saw an insect,
You saw no threat,
Not worth your time killing.
You were wrong.
I once feared you
Your visage haunted me,
Your power terrified me,
I couldn't possibly compare.
I once feared you.
But no longer.
I stand before you
A hero,
A challenger,
Fear has no hold on me.
I stand before you
Your bane,
Your end,
I have grown.
I once feared you,
Now I defy you.
I was once weak,
Now I am strong.
Do you regret not killing me now?
Literature
I Came as an Echo
I came as an echo.
My sound, often tenuous, sometimes tepid,
festers in the hollow of my aching throat: a vessel for uncommitted actions.
I travel, ricocheting along thick foliage, stone walls, and mountaintops,
eagerly searching for a comfortable grave
in the rusted-red sky, the burnt, sinking Sun,
where the stars await my last, dissipating cry.
The moon scoops me up and
dusts my murmurs across the centuries.
I whisper to her, “I came as an echo;
I depart as ash.”
Literature
Countdown
9
months
8
ideas
put to trial
7
thousand
lines of code
6
pages
of hard work
5
hundred
other competitors
4
reviews
decide its fate
3
seconds
to Judgement Day
2
possibilities:
bad or good?
1
Outcome
Literature
Storm Ravaged Hope
Petals are a scatter
Across rain torn grass,
Vines caressing leaves
Fallen from bare trees
To the right, the garden
Holds a scene of crush -
Remains of rose petals
Create a scene of red
Shimmering beneath
Lightning strikes
One blood red petal fallen
For every death occurred
In this unknown village
But there in the midst
Lies a rose of black,
Drenched in sorrow
From its very tip
To the loose roots
Remained in the soil
A few darkened petals
To remember our losses,
But a living death
Meant for true hope
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That moment you stare down the final boss in a game, where you look back at all your progress, how long it took you to get here and smile. In that moment I kill my enemy but I thank him for making me who I am. I thank him for making me strong.
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Been there so many times!!! But I also think of the real life battles that are no different, the hardest things we face in life, are our final boss fight. Good write, my friend.