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 Nov 7
Madeon
Loneliness smells like plums
From grandmother's garden
 Nov 6
Chuck Kean
FALL

     I was living alone
Just trying to survive
Working my life away
Not sure if I wanted to be alive

I’d cry myself to sleep
After I turned out the light
My dreams were absent of color
They were always in black & white

Each day I’d force myself to carry on
Though I never knew why
Time was always in slow motion
As the world just passed me by

Never knowing God’s plan
Living in a dismal reality
Wishing on the brightest Stars
From a distant galaxy

Then I saw your face
And I heard love call
The Angels were singing
And I knew I was gonna FALL

Written By:Charles Kean
11/05/2024
 Nov 5
Rob Rutledge
What worries the weapon more than peace?
That sheath that seeks to still its story.
When kings grow old and tire of schemes
And children dream no more of glory.

What becomes the warrior
When heroes live only in song?
When there is no one left to conquer
And every battle has been won.

When the wind no longer speaks of steel
And mountains have forgot our name.
When all that's left are memories
Of the fallen, Of the shame.

Worry not though for the blade.
Spare no thought toward the sword,

For peace shall fall to slumber.

War will wake once more.
 Nov 5
Renae
Everywhere I look I see vanity
No matter how much I want to avoid it
I turn on my screen & it's staring at me
Every scroll is another one, head full of air with perfect skin. I don't fit in.
 Nov 5
Grey mirror
Have you ever had an emotion surfaced after many years?
It's not the kind that brings you to tears
Rather It makes you clench your fist.
The kind that brings out your darkest side.
It needs to be tamed,
It needs to be chained.
The kind that terrifies your own soul.

It is best dealt on your knees in the quiet company of...
The One that is not visible to the human eye,
The only one capable of forgiving the seven deadly sins.
The provider of peace in the midst of the turmoil coming from within.
Bruised psyche...
 Nov 5
Mike Hauser
From the moment I was born
I was deemed terminal
And in keep with any known disease
If not kept in check, will get the best of me

The day the doctor slapped my rear
And said boy, get on out of here
I’m sure you’ll do just fine
With this crazy thing called life

And that’s exactly what this young kid did
Running the streets and loving it
Live it like there ain’t no cure
Love life like it’s terminal

The only thing to put a stop to it
Is the day you’re declared dead
No time for the bitter pill of sorrow
Live life like there’s no tomorrow

I do believe they might be right
Today is the first day of the rest of your life
So when you’re told that you should live
Do your best to make the best of it

Laugh and love, smile and hug
Like you never have enough
Live it like there ain’t no cure
Love life like it’s terminal
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