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No matter what you do in this life,
put all of your heart into it.
Invest every fiber of your being
into whatever you work on,
no matter how arbitrary
or even how irrelevant.
The best that comes about
this exhausting way of life
is that you end up with
a job well done, and
all the recognition you deserve.
The worst thing you end up with
(stay with me, trust me on this)
is the raw, unfiltered fact
that you gave it your all.
You tried to the fullest extent
of your capacity and ability.
No one, no matter who they are,
where they come from,
what they look like,
how they got to where they are,
or what their story is,
can ask any more from you
than your absolute best.

Without wax,
Someone Who Should Have Always Tried
But Didn't

* P.S. Because what more can they really ask of you?
“Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.”
-Theodore Roosevelt
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted you this bad
Not sure if I missed anyone quite as much
I’m feeling like I can’t go on, without you
I wake in morning, missing your touch
You were a big part of helping me grow
I loved you from the first day, just so you know

I learned a lot about myself, because of you
Things that made me a better person, no doubt
Now that you left, I’m trying to move on with my life
This will be a challenge, I hope it’s on the right route
I hope one day, you’ll realize what we had together
You’ll come back to me, and we can plan our future

Don’t give up on me, it’s not too late to work things out
I have so much faith in you, If you could only see inside
From the beginning, I knew you had a hold of my heart
I’m not going to lie, there’ve been times I’ve sat and cried
You destroyed something great, something so beautiful
My friends could believe it, they said that wasn’t like you

I often wonder if it was someone talking you into doing it
Was there something better, was I just not good enough?
I just don’t understand it, I’m confused by all this, quite honestly
I’m almost ready to put all my chips in, and call your bluff
Because at this point, I’m mad, I’m hurt, I’m upset and sad
But most of all, know this much… I’m really missing you
I’ve always been fascinated
by images of still water.
As mundane as it sounds,
there is a beauty that exists
past the reflective nature of it.
At any given point in time,
the odds are against its stillness.
There are thousands of animals
scampering and lumbering
through our woods and forests,
just waiting to satiate their thirst.
There are millions of trees
and billions of leaves
waiting to be picked up
by the slightest breeze.
There are an infinite amount of things
than can ripple the waters we gaze upon.
And against these odds, it persists.
We hustle and rush throughout our days,
but once in a while we should just
stop, and reflect.

Just like the water does for us.
You love me. You don't. You care. I think. Ignore me. Love me. Confuse me. Ignore me. Confess your love. Make me smile. Take it away. Sleep with someone else. Make love to me. Let me cuddle you. You choose me. Ignore me. Cook you dinner. This is nice. You're nice. Ignore me. Rip me apart. You miss me. Walls come down. "I feel hurt". Ignore me. Begging again. Take me back. One night. It's not over. It's over. My reaction. His reply. "This is why." Ignore me. Soul cries. Love me.
How in the world could it be possible
that                                                    ­     it
does                    ...I'm                       not
matter                 always                   how  
        many                   alone                   people      
surround                                                  me  
I know deep down in my soul that...
Tim O'Brien had the right idea
about carrying people and ideas;
we all have experiences that live within us
like a stain on our grey matter.

I carry with me every insult hurled at me,
caught by my web of sensitivity;
I lift them onto my shoulders,
my back creaking as I trudge on.

My insecurities are shackles at my ankles,
the chains tangling themselves and chafing my legs;
my knees knock and pop and shake,
my back creaks and groans.

The ghosts and spirits of the self-departed
dance their ethereal ballet about my soul
and howl their eerie opera through the night,
begging for forgiveness and understanding.

The heaviness of the future rests
inside the caverns of my cranium,
latching on to my thoughts
and chipping at my hopes.

Past loves plague our emotions
and rest in the deepest corners of our hearts,
reminding us of who we once were
and asking us what could have been.

A cloud of sadness condenses in my body,
little drops of dejection slide down my lungs.
My chest constricts and grows heavy
and pointlessly hopes to see the sun.

Everyone together carries the weight of the world,
but I'm not sure what is heavier:
the mass of the planet,
or the things its people carry.
Inspired by Tim O'Brien's book entitled "The Things They Carried" and  http://everybookisaquotation.tumblr.com/post/107062246764/tell-me-atlas-what-is-heavier-the-world-or
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