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Grey Jul 28
How strange the rules of energy —
Machines demand, pull, grind
But my world,
My soul,
Gave without friction.

I gave light
Unknowingly
A pure glow I never knew I held
Not for me—
But for those I chose to love.

I never knew
My light would also clear my path
But I burned—
Greedy, aching for return
Hoping to bask in the same warmth
I freely gave.

Instead—
Scorched.
Flames kissed my spirit
Tethered my shine to fear
And I think
I closed the switch.

Not because I want to
But because I must.
The world isn’t ready
For a gem like this.
And yet I grieve
That my path-lighting
Is not met
By fireflies.

Still—
It stings.
Still—
It aches.

I’ve backed out.
I’m maxed out.
And for once,
This light—
Must rest.

It’s hard to mute the sun inside
To unlearn the giving
To silence the shine.
But I’m not giving it away.

I just want to stop.
No—
I need to stop.

Let the dark be dark for a while.
Let me breathe
Without burning.

And to those who lit my way—
were light
Or did their best
in their quiet, quiet glow—
I hold you in my heart like dawn.
May warmth find you,
gentle and true,
May the light you gave
return to you
in a thousand soft flames.
Kira Jul 28
Purple Petals

Summer at last
It's almost already gone past
Flowers still in bloom
Here's a purple one just for you.

I'll place it here just for you
Hoping it calls to you
Will you come visit me soon?
It could even be at noon.

Summer sweet tea
Just the way you like it
I'll pour you a glass
If I can just ask,

How have you been?
It is bright and sunny?
I hope it's filled with laughter and your favorite flavored honey

Or maybe that sweet candy coffee you'd make
In that green cup you'd never forget to take
It still sits there
Maybe not where you left it

But I made sure I kept it.
I use it as a vase
For the flowers in my garden
Reserving it for the purple ones

Because I know it's your favorite color
And now it's mine too
It makes me feel so close to you

Purple petals cover the ground
All the hues, make me miss you
I just wish I didn't dismiss you
Because I didn't know how much time we had left

Now I can only move forward
Towards the sun, remembering to have fun
For you, dear mother.
A tribute to my mother.
a broken heart can mend but it will take awhile
heartache it will go bring you back your smile
it will heal once more take away the pain
feelings will return let you love again

make another start with somebody new
and the love you lost will return to you  
all the hurt will go  as your heart begins to mend
you will find a true love that has a happy end
Real people smile,
Real people bleed.
Reality is held by physicality,
And philosophical pillars.
You may smile,
But if you smile without knowing what it’s like to bleed,
Somebody will come show you.
It’s humanity,
In retrospect,
It’s human illness.
We wish to see others struggle when we struggle,
But when we are not struggling,
Then there is a disgust placed with the struggling.
For if you know what it’s like to bleed,
Yet, not what it’s like to smile,
You will long to draw blood,
From the smiling.
Humans are naturally vain and cruel. The struggle is within learning to accept that we can only do the best we are capable of and that each of us is created with a different set of skills to fill a different role. If you have the hands to paint, do not envy those who have the hands to build, go paint.
Lynn Stillman Jul 28
Couldn't find myelf
Looked in all the wrong places
I lost what you found.
Tani Jul 28
To truly listen is to unlatch the door of the mind, letting words drift in like dust motes in sunbeams, no need to catch or rephrase. To observe others is to glimpse their unique constellations, without the harsh light of comparison dimming your own. And to live truthfully is to shed the many-layered costumes, standing bare in the honest air of simply being.
Perhaps the quest is not to banish fear, to sweep it from the heart's quiet corners. But rather, to share the space with it. To know its shadow lingers, yet feel, with unwavering certainty, that its hand no longer guides the tiller of your ship, nor dictates the unfolding of your days.
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