Motivation

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Defeated

There's a ring and some lights.

I step in to fight.

In the next corner stands my contender...

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The Young Gent (Gentleman...

The young gent,

Back to tackle the world.

Elevate,

Take the world by storm....

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Give me silence

Give me silence

Give me silence

Uttering short whispers

Transcending deafening booms

I bloom to...

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Loves Essences

Hatred causes confusion, but with love it erases all imperfections.
It's better to love than to be...

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Tomorrow

She hides all her scars under her sleeves,

The feeling of her sadness spreading like a disease....

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I Won't Let You Drown

My friend once asked me if I could explain,

how it feels to be depressed.

I nodded my head...

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ANTICIPATIONS OF CONTROL LOST

Anticipations of infactuations turning into pure anbiguous love, deceptions of trouble turn into...

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Motivation

What keeps that burning passion,

What makes you too stubborn to let go,

What’s your...

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The Chase

Beyond the pain, the senses arise.
It can't be explained
to those who lack the eyes.
...

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Men Must Say

Start backwards from my frustration

To write the words that confound the spirit and pursue the soul...

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Indirectly Direct

Indirectly Direct

The decisions of our past,
Make for our actions in the present.
Our actions in the present,...

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Wisdom

Wisdom

Wisdom comes from experience,
Experience comes from age,
And age is wise.

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Why I Run

Why I Run

Today I Ran
I ran till my heart broke,
I kept running till my heart died.
Only to keep...

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Spinning Plates

Spinning Plates

Life can be like spinning plates
Complete a task, one more awaits
So...

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Gym Is My Tabernacle

Gym Is My Tabernacle

The gym is my Tabernacle,
A place I long for, a place I seek.
A safe haven from all the daily...

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The Piece Of Art That Is...

The Piece Of Art That Is Your Body

Working out is an art form,
My body is the canvas, and
I am the painter.
Every rep is...

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Crossroads

Crossroads

Our paths are forged by us and us alone,
There are no maps to see, or any words shown.
The...