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 May 2016 Jonny
eunsung aka Silas
Better than a speech of a thousand vain words is
one thoughtful word which brings peace to the mind.
Better than a poem of a thousand vain verses is
one thoughtful line which brings peace to the mind.
Better than a hundred poems of vain stanzas is one
word of the dharma that brings peace to the mind.
Verses 100-102 from the Dhammapada as translated by Eknath Easwaran.
 May 2016 Jonny
Pauline Morris
Spring is all dressed up in her flowered gown
Upon her leafy green head set's a splendid sun lit crown
Her lips are the brightest cardinal red
Winter seen her coming and hastily fled
Animals wake from their long sleep, waiting on her to see
Her eyes are as deep and blue as the brilliant sea
On her finger's resides diamonds of dew
Spreading through the sky, rainbow hues
She stretches fourth her eager hand
Her green thumb touching every piece of land
As the tears run down her face
Bringing life once more with grace
 May 2016 Jonny
Finley in Despair
I'm an adult now it seems
maybe different from the rest
the ones I 'grew up' with gone but I won't
forget
I've worked the last seven months
tirelessly
I did it because I had to
my mum kicked me out
I had to pay the bills
buy my meals
remember to wash too
looking back on it though
I have nothing to show for it
I'm alive and well and warm, I guess
so why does my life feel like such a mess
if I look back on previous bank statements
I should be a ******* millionaire???
ok perhaps that's an exaggeration
but you get my point
I work a lot and a fair bit of money comes
but way more seems to leave and I don't
****** know
If that's just me or the way it goes
I don't want to fight this life
always toe to toe
day to day or week to week
at the end of the day most of us
are just
trying to stay on our feet
trying to make ends meet
I'm sat here in my living room on my phone comparing myself to all eight hundred plus friends I don't know and I
can't help but think

*"my future isn't looking good to be honest but I don't usually see past the twenty fifth of every month anyway so ignorance is bliss"
work for a month happy for a week
 May 2016 Jonny
Tom Blake
Ma...
 May 2016 Jonny
Tom Blake
I know you are in Heaven
But only
A footstep away!
Miss you Mum. Violet***
 May 2016 Jonny
Finley in Despair
It's the eyes,
they always tell a story
Even in the darkest times,
the eyes hold pride and glory
When they're empty
there are plenty
As the lonely
seem to stick around

I do see smiles,
I can hear laughs
Yet it's the eyes
that always cry
They carry a weight
in bags, a trait
I always say
is not evidence that
I'm tired

If I'm not wrong,
eyes don't belong
on your head
forever exposed

Forever exposed
to all of those
who seek to
figure you out

Although I'm glad,
they are my weakness
Many I've seen
could have been
less than signs of kindness
Understanding why
we lose that light in our eye
was never an ambition of mine
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