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Challenges
Challenges are the
very salt of life
meant to be rubbed
into flesh.
Let them burn
the wounds they slash
for I‘d die to be on fire.
very salt of life
meant to be rubbed
into flesh.
Let them burn
the wounds they slash
for I‘d die to be on fire.
Published 5th Jan 2013
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5th Jan 2013 11:02pm
5th Jan 2013 11:20pm
8th Jan 2013 2:38am
hm.. I missed the philosophical aspect but I think you nailed the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat.
8th Jan 2013 6:51pm
Thanks for your comment. It is interesting to see those few words interpreted that differently.
16th Jan 2013 1:24am
16th Jan 2013 1:10pm
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18th Mar 2013 3:39am
Only seven lines, but a powerful message. Better to burn out than fade away. Love it! Well done, Chiyo.
18th Mar 2013 6:23am
19th Jul 2013 10:36pm
19th Jul 2013 11:04pm
Fire is passion, too, which isn't always "clean" :-). But yes, you're perfectly right when we think about the medieval crucibles. Purifying through fire :-(.
20th Jul 2013 6:33am
Not being a big fan of pain, the only fire I can take is the metaphorical heat of purification. :)
23rd Nov 2014 8:55pm
16th Feb 2015 9:11pm
I'm so sorry, sadsmiles, for not having answered before. I just discovered your comment. Don't know why not earlier.
Thanks you so much for it!
Thanks you so much for it!
20th Feb 2015 9:06am
16th Feb 2015 9:05pm
Your toughness and mentality as a kick boxer shine in this ... We all need pain to know what we can and can't overcome. Some succumb to a glancing blow ... others thrive on the taste of their own blood.
I've had workouts where I've come home black & blue ... Sometimes I need that to remind me of ... Everything
I've had workouts where I've come home black & blue ... Sometimes I need that to remind me of ... Everything
16th Feb 2015 9:15pm
You express exactly what I felt when I wrote this poem. When you feel your body, even if it's hurting (especially when it's hurting) the most alive you feel. When you kickbox and sweat and your muscles hurt, when you ride by bike and ... your muscles hurt. It sets your mind free and you feel unvincible. Thanks for getting my message.
