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So sigh a T.
I've been waiting for the city  to rebuild itself.
So sigh a T.
Reaching out to those with no help.
So sigh a T.
How we dance the dance of an unhealthy conundrum.
So sigh a T.
Living for death with no regard to the sound of its hum.
So sigh a T.
I've seen you weak I've seen you tall I've seen you peak.
So sigh a T.
I've seen you great reaching out for everything.
So sight a T.
But where are your arms now?
So sigh a T.
Where did your warmth Go?
So sigh a T.
But where did your love go?
So sigh a T.
The world has given up on you because you were meant to be their martyr.
The only way I know how to be vulnerable & naked with my thoughts
When I am being honest with myself & with you
I'm giving you a piece of me
You just don't know it
Some of these poems are my secrets
Others just distant memories
My real life experiences
My bliss
My serendipity
My calamity
My feelings
My emotions
My mind
My heart
I am giving you a vulnerable me
And a vulnerable you
So when you connect with my words & thoughts
You are vulnerable too
And knowing that you & I can share this vulnerability
Gives me peace because I'm reminded that we're human

-elissette
I start my days out with the sunrise
Along the eastern shore.
Watching as the morning appears
From up the ocean floor.

The air heavy with anticipation
As another day begins.
This day I choose of my own making.
Partaking of blessings Heaven sent.

I end my days with a sunset
On the Western coast of the land.
The day ends with a bang
As I watch on golden sand.

The sky has exploded
In oranges and pinks.
I have this time before the stars
To sit and watch and think.

Of what will come before me?
Waves washing away moments lost.
Pulling back the shade to expose the day,
Though I'm not here to count the cost.

No guiding lines to follow.
I expect of life no less.
Through the shadows of the mountains
The night's sun sets in the west.

I think of green grass
I once saw in the east.
I think of days long gone passed,
And am overcome with peace.

The sun may rise a thousand times
By the day the end is in reach.
No worries about what has come and is to come.
I just go with the bend in the beach.
Collaboration with Mike Hauser. He's on east coast and I'm on west coast.
Maybe someday you'll leave my side
To live your life as you decide.
And maybe someday, I'll agree
To roam alone where my heart feels free.
Each time I put down my guitar,
I feel as if get a bit better at it;
and each time I pick it up once more
I notice my subtle yet very real progress;
and, who knows; one of these days,
I may just get good at it!

I mean not to downplay
my musical accomplishments,
I simply seek only to try to convey
that I feel one of my greatest accomplishments
lies in the realization of a true Path:
to keep on practicing;
to keep on studying;
of my own accord
and in the process
not seeking to be good,
but seeking only to improve.

Hoping all the while
that my invested time
will one day bear fruit;
time already feels
as if it is ripening before me;
as if it is ripening for me.

The Future is pregnant with potential.
The Future always begins Now.
12 years of study;
12 years of learning;
12 years of humbling;
12 years of Music;
12 years of Fun;
keep at it and love it.
Life is never a walk in the park. It has the competency to elevate you to the supreme cliffs and then nose-dives you all the way to the deepest trenches.
You could either battle with a sword and shield, and stand up straight like the warrior you were born to be, or spend your entire life viewing it from fringes on benches.

You, are not here to have your hands tied behind your back, raise your white flag, and surrender.
No, YOU, are not here to yield to complications that are exaggerated by the deafening sound of the drums of war... You are a defender.

Arm yourself with courage and strength... Life WILL get you on your knees. Life WILL pull the trigger and strike a bullet through you, aiming for your heart.
You just have to retain the determination to stand back up after you've been hurt over and over again and torn apart.

Savor life my dear warrior and endure the anguish. You were born to be a fighter.
Get your arm up! Stand up!
Stand up, for the little moments that make it worth putting up with the pain.
And what's sunshine with a little bit of rain?!
Stand up, for the little moments that will draw a smile on your pretty face
And where's the fun in a game without some challenges taking place?!
Stand up for a life worth living... Stand up for YOU.
Facing gun point is the only way to remind yourself of how much you favor the toothsome side of life.

Stand up straight like the warrior YOU ARE.
What if the ‘Happily Ever After’ isn’t so happy after all?
Life is never a fairytale; those are no more than words written by dreamers
What if Cinderella never made it to the ball?
Sometimes the glass slippers doesn’t match; just a myth exchanged between readers

What if ‘Never Land’ didn’t exist and you had to grow up?
We can’t always fly “second to the right and then straight on till morning”
What if Alice never stood up for herself and was lost in the universe swap?
Sometimes we lose ourselves as we tend to fall down the rabbit hole with no warning

And what if I told you that life is a game of chess; of you against this being
You can by no means come first; you’re always one step behind
You think an Ace will ensure you a round yours for the winning
Wouldn’t you be a little foolish; better men have tried and resigned

Face it, you can’t control what’s around you; the show was never yours
You’re the one ******* with strings and being toyed around
Sailing from seas to seas, never landing on steady shores
Uncovering mysteries only after going around the river bend

The universe has a funny way of working…
From mountains and skylines, to ditches and trenches - just like that
Keeping you with your guard held high and lurking
From rising beyond trees and mounting high to falling flat

There’s no way out; life is what happens to you right now
While you are reading this; you have already passed the start
Just escort life and its swings with no worrying about ‘What’, ‘When’ and ‘How’
Because one day, it’ll all come together after seeming to have been falling apart

Those falls will make sense even if the clock struck twelve
You’ll make it through despite the fact that the magic is gone
You might have lost the dreamlike point and ran out of fairy dust
Yet you’ll have happy thoughts to arm yourself instead of drowning in seas as stone

Welcome new beginnings and dare to turn the next page
You might not have a glimpse of what’s out there for you, but know it’s not the end
Raise the bet, adapt to new surroundings; it’s the only way to survive as you age
Greet challenges as you move your chess pieces around; this is life my dear friend

No one said it would be easy, keep playing till you get to say: ‘Check Mate’
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