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I leave this place.
The clouds of humiliation hang heavy,
drenching my naked skin.
The air damp with shame.

Looking back at the town
called worry and torment.
My naked form ridiculed and put in stocks
as the towns folk aimed their best.
My time was served
for no crime that I committed.

And I am now leaving.
To wander the hills and woodland once again.
To find my peace.

My rucksack now packed with my hopes,
like Lambas bread.
A small cake of it
would feed a grown man for a day,
even with a hard march ahead.
I know there are many in my bag.
Enough to last a lifetime.

My water skin filled with laughter,
drinking deeply to quench my thirst.
I know the clear springs I find
will fill my bottle to the brim.

My dreams are worn about me,
as the finest cloth,
To give me warmth at night
and to hide me from my foe.
Their colour indiscernible,
neither grey nor green.
The soft Hithlain hangs about my shoulders
clasped with a broach of comfort.

I wear my friendships under my garments,
keeping them close to my heart.
As strong as Mithril.
And just as beautiful.

My map shows the way to happiness,
just over the horizon.
Away from this town.

The sun shines through the trees,
showing me the way.
The only thing I can trust is that it will rise in the east
and will set in the west.
Everything else will be met with caution.
A lesson well learned.

My heart is light,
my mind clear,
I know the way ahead will be led
only by my own footsteps.
Walking barefoot to the new lands that await me.

Running,
happy,
waving my map...

I'M GOING ON AN ADVENTURE!!!!

:O)
I love Tolkien's 'The Lord of the Rings'..
Just read 'The Hobbit' for the second time.
Now reading 'The Fellowship of the Ring' again...
'The Two Towers' next!!!

One day I will be brave and read 'The Silmarillion'


When life gives you lemons, keep 'em, because hey... free lemons.!!

:o)
I ain't got em.
I can't flick a switch
And produce the characteristics
Of your ideal one.
But.
Who'd you fall in love with?

I do believe it was the poet
Who wrote of your world
Something timeless.

I do believe it was the artist
Who painted in the pink excitement
That your life was lacking in.

I do believe it was the musician
Who played the strings
Of your heart something pleasant

I do believe it was the man
Who caused the words to slip
From your delicate lips.
“I've never loved like this”

I do believe you fell in love with me,
And not your ideal man.
In other words,
You fell for "Different"
Never forget the reason you fell in love. It plus a vastly important role in the course of the relationship. Whether it fails and you move on, or it continues to grow strong, or even balances and reaches its height.
genius is short-tempered,
i don't mean to abuse
the word genius for a vanity
project... i just get ******
off over an under-measured
centimetre in a metre:
a bit like polishing marching boots
in the army, it's a neurosis
without feeling nervous,
rather making others nervous...
spelling mistakes perpetrated
by a computing system are a pet peeve
for me:
i know i'm drunk, don't mean
i didn't get a level C at the g.c.s.e. level
of understanding.
What are you frowning for?
Ain't no need to be sad
Get away from that door,
Being you ain't so bad.

Staying original,
The greatest gift of all.
May be difficult,
But you're on the ball.

Doesn't matter what you do,
Doesn't matter where you are.
You are always cool,
You will go far.

Be true
Be you.
 Feb 2016 Eiliv Advena
Jo Baez
Reality feels surreal on dry eyes.
Like a bed of withered flowers growing in my brain.
I'm ******* on melancholy memories.
Got a death wish but death wished to **** me slowly.
Times the real reaper.
Scythes made of minutes & hours.
But I wane the hands on the clock like  frozen time frames.
I’ve bled my way to hell
I’m too far gone.
I should be missed
When I cease to exist.
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