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Some throw themselves to fire
Some to a raging wave
We throw ourselves at words
Doubly as dangerous…but brave
We string along a sentence
We bleed line by line
Scraping along defences
We grind the grit and rhyme
Defying the babblers battle
Waging war with a world
where words have no meaning
or power when they’re hurled
We’ll never decay or go rotten
We’ll be writing till we’re read
They may shut us till we’re forgotten  
But they’ll quote us
when we’re dead
A tribute to all poets
Lost is she
in the shade
beneath a tree

All chaos
left behind
she is free to
change
her mind
Inside, I tell me
It's not worth living
It's not worth trying
I'm better off dying
But I hold it all back
By constantly vying
That my nephew
Needs one more
Little kiss.
My coworker made a joke about dying today, and I countered by saying that it will have to wait because I need to give my little 2-year-old nephew one more kiss, and it occurred to me that giving him one more little kiss on his soft toddler cheek is plenty reason for me to keep going. I'm willing to keep pushing through if for no other reason than this: he needs one more kiss from his auntie. He may never know how many times he has saved me, but I can pay him back by trying to give him the auntie he deserves to have.
I've been using tears and anger
To hide the fact that
I'm just really really tired.
And I don't think caffeine
Or pills
Are helping anymore.
I'm afraid I'm getting bad again - it's been so long, and I forgot what the brokenness feels like. I wish it had never stopped or I wish I could forget again.
To be loved is to be seen
And I never realized just how invisible I felt
Until you came along
And saw me in full color
 Feb 1 Saturninus
Man
I cannot tell you
The remedy to your emptiness,
But I can share with you
That of a treatment of mine.
It can be hearing of progress
On any front
In the forms of beautiful ideas
And new expressions,
The world of us humans.
Of newfound love
In many kinds of companionship
Whether by person or by animal,
Or even by plant.
Of new discovery
Which betters our understanding
About the fundamentals of the universe,
Like walking in the wild;
Cherishing all that is natural.

Being a humble observer
In the courts of law
Under honorable nature.

Just by being an animal.
What better manger is not a freer forest?

— The End —