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Everything’s burning down around me
As I walk through this path on fire
I meet at the end a mirror
Only to find myself holding the torch
The heat feels great
The bridges finally burned
My mind at ease
For this I yearned
 Jan 15 Jack Groundhog
Liana
A little oval
The size of a been
It's green
And I'm not sure if it's taunting me
Or comforting me
But it's there
Staring

It's hard to believe
That something so small
Could change my big world

I know it will dissolve
Into many little workers
Trying to take the wheel of my brain
For my captain is evil
And they want to help me

Please do help me

I've tried everything else
Starting to take Zoloft, I think I'm exited--but I'm mostly just done with feeling bad.

(This note was written by a mop that was supposed to clean but was ***** so made things worse. Like a lot of people a guess.)
 Jan 15 Jack Groundhog
vlt
But everyone, wake or asleep,
Doesn't care 'bout me one bit.
Like I am a harmless breeze,
Like I don't even exist.

For they can not see what I see,
Not all who wander find their key.
I mourned for them, I really did.
Their mind is shackled by their feet.

For they will never realize,
They have vision—blind is their mind.
Their eyes can't see what my own does,
Their soul isn't a breeze like mine.
while all around is trembling , we weave together
with dreams and possibilies.

there is not much more to add, it is lighter
now.                                       birds sing early.

once again we come back to ourselves.
As you wake each day
say Good morning
And go ....
make messes
build mud pies
Climb trees
Chase butterflies
Take chances
Laugh and be silly
Make funny faces
Help your mom
in the kitchen
Help your Dad
build you a fort
Say thank you
Hug your grandma
Say I love you
and know this my
grandson
You are loved
You are worth it
You are handsome
and
We love you
© Jennifer L DeLong 1/8/2025
Foresight
No conclusions
Could be wrong, maybe right
Try seeing through the night without
Moonlight

©2025
~ Cinquain ~
The first line and the last line mirror one another in sound, and the number of syllables increases by two with each line before abruptly decreasing: 2-4-6-8-2.
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The word Cinquain is the French word for "bundle of five objects."
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I wish there had been a moment
between loss and grief

a moment to catch my breath
before I had to heal

because healing took energy
I did not have

I wish there had been a moment
to just say goodbye

because healing is messy,
and I don’t get enough time or grace now

to simply kiss you on your way
I
Did
Not
Know
That
Death
Was
It’s
To
Keep
i don't know why i made you my air
cause now all i breath in is despair
why did we waste each others time
making our hearts believe, knowing its emotional crime
knowing deep down it would fail
but still chasing like a dog with it's tail

fate knew we would never work out
but we ignored it ,out and about
so in love we didn't need reason
our hearts performing treason
playing with our emotions
giving our deepest devotion
we knew what would happen yet we played
oh the beautiful memories we made

then your heart knew this distance was impossible
i was the one, my heart irresponsible
my mind in the cloud till you told the truth
but alas we are in our youth
distance and age was the cause
ripping my heart out with it claws

but it was weird when you said "this isn't working" that it really made me smile
cause we both knew that this would fail, calculate the miles
no tears left to cry
emotions are but dry
and just like ice melts in the rain
sometimes love turns to pain
accepting fate
hey, you're kind of cute
and I like your style

but are you staying in this timeline?
cause I was thinking of switching
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