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I have absolutely NO MEMORY of this one...
High moral standard, I hang my head in shame. Duty to law, regarding the principles of
patience and virtue. Shovel to shoulder, stones pushed aside, I lose steady focus. Upholding
righteousness, an effort proven necessary as time passes on. However, as I press on, further
still, I am flawed by my own design, a restless, stagnant, spirit, I call my own. I cannot be
perfect. I waver in my errors and my successes with logic and reason, preceding my own
forethought. By a short moment, a small error in judgment drags me down instantaneously. I
groan at the moment every time. In the shutter of an eyelash, the righteous path is lost. Before
my name is heard, my mistakes are shown, valid. Woe to me.
I am not without hope. A light is rekindled in the darkness, and I proceed. Pushed further and
beyond my own thresh holds and boundaries. I stand tested every day. White stripes represent
memories painted over, meant to be forgotten. Pushed back in my shell, I will reside,
repressed nature uncovered, soil aside. Repercussion is the rule of law. Steadfast and ever
approaching my judgment was weighed heavy. Time, nothing but time.
*Finally one that blows me with my own words.
It seems as a response to the testing of my own character I hold deeply within I leave unannounced.
**I can imagine a long series of events testing my fortitude and patience and resolve leading up this written effort of mayhaps;perhaps a statement.
***I can't really recall what the fuck happened and I can't be certain I'm entirely right about my statement here. It could also be edited... the document. The original lost and whatever was typed there.
patience and virtue. Shovel to shoulder, stones pushed aside, I lose steady focus. Upholding
righteousness, an effort proven necessary as time passes on. However, as I press on, further
still, I am flawed by my own design, a restless, stagnant, spirit, I call my own. I cannot be
perfect. I waver in my errors and my successes with logic and reason, preceding my own
forethought. By a short moment, a small error in judgment drags me down instantaneously. I
groan at the moment every time. In the shutter of an eyelash, the righteous path is lost. Before
my name is heard, my mistakes are shown, valid. Woe to me.
I am not without hope. A light is rekindled in the darkness, and I proceed. Pushed further and
beyond my own thresh holds and boundaries. I stand tested every day. White stripes represent
memories painted over, meant to be forgotten. Pushed back in my shell, I will reside,
repressed nature uncovered, soil aside. Repercussion is the rule of law. Steadfast and ever
approaching my judgment was weighed heavy. Time, nothing but time.
*Finally one that blows me with my own words.
It seems as a response to the testing of my own character I hold deeply within I leave unannounced.
**I can imagine a long series of events testing my fortitude and patience and resolve leading up this written effort of mayhaps;perhaps a statement.
***I can't really recall what the fuck happened and I can't be certain I'm entirely right about my statement here. It could also be edited... the document. The original lost and whatever was typed there.
Best place for your writing and feedback on it, is to post it in your personal poems/writing section that comes with your account. This way, everything is in one area and easy to keep track of , rather than multiple forum threads for each piece.
Find it by navigating to "menu ", "my DU", then "new submission". Follow the prompts from there.
Find it by navigating to "menu ", "my DU", then "new submission". Follow the prompts from there.
