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I look at the sculptures in the sky
The beautiful white creations
Against the deep blue sky
With just a hint of red
As the sun sets over the ocean

I wish I could fly
Jump from cloud to cloud
Light as a feather I’d be
Not a care in the world
Until the dark comes
I’d close my eyes
And dream of the light
And the beauty of the sky

Oh, how I wish I could fly
There is going to come a time,
where life will drag you down.
You can't sleep,
can't eat,
can't live peacefully,
without dying on the inside.
So how do we all cope.

We write.

I know how difficult
it can be to write.
Especially when it's a problem,
that torments us,
and the evil power of our demons,
whether real or imagined,
takes control of our lives
and the next thing we know
is that we're empty
and we need
to write.

But that can't be the only reason,
right?

Who do you write for?
Yourself? Others?
Is it a specific group of people?
Or no one in particular?

What do you write?
Do you write about daily moments?
Or more abstract themes?

When do you write?
Just when you have the time?
In the early hours as dawn breaks?
Or when the darkness settles over the land?

Where do you write?
Outside? In your room?
Anywhere you can?

Why do you write?
Are you searching for hope?
Or just looking for comfort in your own words?
Or in the words of others?

Remember why you write,
and that will keep you going.
Like a flower she bloomed into the beauty she never knew she had.
 May 2015 harmony crescent
Erenn
How did I get here?
Wait, I can't see
Anyone there? Hello?
Wait, I can't move!
What happened!?
All I wanted was to play basketball
How did it end up like this?

Life is like a box
You're inside
Concealed from light
You learn to live in the darkness
The sounds that your heard
Gave you light
Light of hope that precedes truth
Acceptance of change is a struggle
You have to learn again

But I didn't falter

It all happened in a flash
I didn't know my condition could lead to this
Darkness within with no light to breath
I cried infinitely hoping I could see again
But there's still no light

Only in dreams were my paradise
Faces of mom & dad
My siblings being bullied by me as always
Playing lead guitar on stage in front of thousands
Andy singing:
"We follow the morning star
A light where darkness trailed
The passion left unholy
Now you find yourself!"


Music helps me breathe
The tune flowing through my veins
Like blood streaming to my heart
Giving me light
Pumping everytime
Reminding me, there's still hope

I don't know how long I can live with the darkness
Not being able to move
Reliance to my parents who never gave up on me
A burden i see myself to those I hold dear
But they keep telling me
"We will never give up on you!"

And so,
I tell myself

*I will live life to the fullest
Even in this world of darkness
I will take flight
I will pull through
I will try my best to open this box
Until I see the light
This is dedicated to my new friend on HP, Jinxx:)
He's a fighter. He was diagnosed with a condition that cause him to be paralyzed from the waist down and blindness.
Despite this mishap, he still continues to be active on HP.
I read his works. And immediately i thought,
"I have to write about him!"
All those who are reading this. Please pray for him in hopes that he will recover soon! Repost or like to show him that we care. And go check out his account, he writes brilliantly:)
We are always with you Jinxx!
http://hellopoetry.com/JinxxedForLife/
It's quite hilarious
When you say "I love you"
When in fact,
love is a verb
not a noun

©IGMS
 May 2015 harmony crescent
niamh
Sarcasm?
Really?
Ooooh fabulous!
I love sarcasm.
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