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Louise 2d
Una pequeña uva le preguntó una vez a Dios:
¿Puedo ir al mar, por favor? ¡Quiero sentir su brisa!

A lo que Dios respondió:
pero arderás y morirás, tu piel se oscurecerá y se arrugará.

La uva lo desafió:
¡Entonces tu percepción de la muerte es superficial!

Dios respondió:
¿Quieres morir solo para probar el mar?
Una fruta como tú no es tropical.

La uva dijo:
¡Sangraría por el sol, moriría por el verano!

La uva cantó:
¡Mátame, sería más dulce!
¡Sécame, sería un bocadillo!

La uva maldijo:
¡Entonces, envíame lejos, seré más rico!
¡Quémame y apriétame!

La uva escribió:
¡Empújame, seré la mejor bebida del mundo!
¡Písame y mátame!
(La leyenda de mi vino esta noche, Manila 2025)
collin 2d
do you still read how you did back then,
standing up, whenever you can.
do you still grace the streets of seoul,
hand in hand with a four year old.
does my name come up in talks with friends.
do you still have trouble sleeping in.
do you still go on walks with that little dog.
do you still make french toast the way i taught.

do you still stay so ******* patient
when a man pushes past your limit.
do you still despise the way you waited.
does your world still turn without me in it.
Fairy child meek or wild
Middle child
Older Sister
Definitely crisper
Sixty whisper
Happy birthday
Blood pact
Forever sisters,
never lack

© 2025 Carol Natasha Diviney, Ph.D.
To My Older Sister,

Wishing you a wonderful birthday, full of health and happiness. May you see many more wonderful birthdays.

***


#Yah #The #Last #Supper
Regil 2d
Neutralizing pills, disinfected teeth,
Tweezers adjusting my veins like wires.
A bright light hovering my head,
Could be God descending, could be a fire.

Politely, I morph and transpose my ghost to a better host.
The pain's retribution for my young self for not being old.
For the deities, I must put on a good show,
As all the legends have gazed under the same moon.

Mirtazapine for dinner, breakfast, and lunch,
Transcripts of my language recorded in real time,
To live is to be free, but when I do, I'm on the run.
I only go to therapy to shamelessly confide.

Reanimated, I am an algorithm.
Reanimated, I am a system.
Reanimated, I am a victim.
Reanimated, I am an organism.
When I learned how sick you became, I knew I had to pray.
If you hadn't died, we'd be celebrating your 77th birthday.
You are the reason why I exist.
You certainly have been missed.

You were born on the side of the road because the ambulance broke down.
You were my mother and I would be happier if you were still around.
You died and there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening.
You were always a terrific mother and I'm proud to be your offspring.

I had to accept your death but I wish you were still alive.
You had an abdominal aneurysm and you didn't survive.
The surgeon couldn't save your life even though he tried.
Today would've been your 77th birthday if you hadn't died.
DEDICATED TO AGNES M. JOHNSON (1948-2013) WHO PASSED AWAY ON MARCH 6, 2013.
AydanL 2d
There’s a lake, not far
      That reminds me of you.
Keeps me from letting
      Your memory get carried away.
A place to remember you
      In a more natural light,
Where I imagine walking with you,
      Sat beneath a tree,
Eating biscuits.

A single body of water
      That links me to you,
Where we were last connected,
      Like wildlife.
The openness surrounding it
      Depicting freedom,
once carelessly shared.
      Its width, and depth showing
What we'll never be.
      
My longing measured
      By how itchy the grass is.
The fresh air
      Making me think of your
Thin hair.
T 2d
My life was in a down ward spiral in could have went viral.....but since I am been in recovery I made a discovery...there is much more to life too see  when we are straight and free
With a little help from God and friends you also can break the trend.......I want you all to know there is always somewhere to go.....to throw in the towel is not the way to go
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