Poetry On Odyssey: When Your Mind Is A Battle Ground

Poetry On Odyssey: When Your Mind Is A Battle Ground

Never thought there would be a war, a war between my thoughts and my heart.

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This is a collection of poems that I wrote months back. I wanted to let everyone know that may feel like they are all alone in this mind battle, that you aren't alone. You will get through it, this is only temporary and there will be a light soon. One day that battleground won't be a battleground but a peaceful ground.

Battle Ground

Never thought there would be a war

A war between my thoughts and my heart

Never thought these wounds would come again

Or even break apart

I thought I had the perfect plan

To finally never have to deal with it again

I just wanted to play pretend

Thought that would stop them from coming in.

Battle Ground With The Sweet Sound

Now I'm lying chained… is there a way out

I know I've been here a couple times so I should know

I'm just done with all this lost hope

You make me believe, you make it comfortable when you speak, and I just can't seem to figure out what truth is

"Come take a seat here and don't leave."

And that's what I've done just to please

Battle Ground Why Can't You Be At Peace

I want to be free

I want the hell out can't you see

I'm over coming here and having you take over me

I want control, I want to find the deep truth, and stop overthinking

I want to end all these wars I come to, and heal everything

That hill I see others on:

Go, run, you can do it, don't listen to the voice that says they won't let you come on

A New Beginning

Battle Ground

You may have won before

But let me tell you the war is over

New soldiers came and fought

showed me what true strength I got

You are never going to steal what you stole from me from the first shot

Because between you and me, this ground is now my territory

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Professional Athletes Are Paid Too Much

Are pro-athletes really deserving of the monetary commission they receive?
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For generations, children have aspired to become professional athletes. In the 1920's children wanted to be Babe Ruth; in 2012 children wanted to be Derek Jeter. The list of pro-athletes that influence the younger generation can go on and on. Looking back on elementary school yearbooks, the most common profession for youths has (and will continue to be) a professional athlete. Whether it involves the MLB, the NFL, the NHL, or any other professional league, children tend to pick this profession out of love for the specific sport. Yet, these innocent and uninformed children seem to strike gold by choosing one of the most economically successful jobs in the world.

While professional athletes dedicate most of their life to their respected sport, the amount they are paid to simply play games is absurd. For example, the average salary for a professional football player in the NFL is $1.9 million per year. Keep in mind that that is average, without external endorsements. Therefore, some athletes make much more than that. The crowd favorite Peyton Manning averages $19 million a year. Sports other than football also have averages that are incredibly generous. In the world of golf, the popular Tiger Woods makes more than $45 million a year. These pro-athletes make millions of dollars, most of whom have not received an outstanding education. In fact, some have not even received a college diploma.

Zooming out from the glamorous and indulgent world of professional athletics, taking a look at other professions seems to be much less appealing. How is it that jobs that are vital to the success of the public receive much less commission than jobs that revolve around running to catch a ball? The average pediatrician makes $173,000 a year. The average teacher salary is $50,000 a year. This does not mean that a professional athlete is any less of a hard-working, devoted, deserving professional. This also does not mean that the athletes have not pushed themselves and worked incredibly hard throughout the years to get where they are, but it does mean that there is a line where inequity takes over. Fame and fortune are showered upon athletes. Is it truly necessary to average out millions of dollars per year when people spend massive amounts of time researching and developing new policies, cures, or other ways to improve the condition of the world? The salary and status of professional athletes seems to be a major power imbalance in the world of careers.

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Poetry On Odyssey: Hyperbolized Emotions

A poem written to describe the way my fellow writers feel emotions, and how hard it is to feel them so deeply.

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The trope that I feel more, harder, crosses my mind often.

It's been said I feel too much. Maybe that I don't know how to stop.

But is it because of who I am, or is it because of what I do?


It's always been easy for me to put it into words.

My pain floods the inside of my mind and holds my soul captive.

My love for you runs through my veins, coarse and thick.

I could go on, but you get the picture.


People ask me, how do you feel so much?

I wonder, how can they feel so little?

Is it not normal to feel the way I feel?


It's been said we exaggerate the emotions we want to focus on.

We place them under a microscope and watch them enlarge before our eyes.

"I feel happy today"—no, the light shines through the rose colored windows,

brightening up what was dark yesterday, erasing the sadness. That's it.


It's not hard to feel the way I feel. At least not to me.

But I often ask myself, would I feel this way, this much,

if I didn't try to write it all down?


I can't answer, because the truth is, maybe I don't want to know.

The way I feel—more, harder—is instinctive.

Why would I want to trade the depth of my emotions

for something shallow and simplistic?


But I guess feeling less might be useful sometimes.

The times where all I can think is my heart is a bruise,

getting poked at constantly, exasperating the pain.


Instead, I would say, "my heart hurts."

It's not poetic. It's not romantic. It's not really anything.

Still, it would be the truth.

And maybe the truth is all I need to say.


The thought of you fills my every moment,

the way the stars fill up the night sky—little by little, one by one.

Doesn't that just sound better than saying, "I miss you"?

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