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 Apr 2016 Ronald D Lanor
Stephan
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I.               I drank from the well
                 on the road to forever

II.             Juggled a leaf to
                 a forest refrain

III.           Picked up a stone with
                “believe” written on it

IV.           Challenged the sun
                to a dance in the rain

V.             Inhaled a breeze
                 that was lavender scented

VI.             Sat near a stream
                  flowing summertime blue

VII.           Woke up and realized
                  that I had been dreaming  

VIII.         Looked out the window
                 and wished it were true
2%
When my battery dies
And you can't recall my voice
Just know I could've charged it
But it was you I thought of first
This is for people who are "overweight"
___________
Got up today,
made myself some breakfast.
Got in the shower
Looked at my body,
Saw what everyone else sees.
My belly is too big,
I tell myself
"I'm ugly"
I cry a little inside.
I put on my shirt
saw the XL on the tag.
I went to school,
watched people look at me.
Its not fair you know.
I am unable to exercise,
my asthma has almost taken my life from doing so
*twice*
I wish people would see
my pants size represents my heart,
not your superiority.
If I wear a size 27,
my heart is 27,
and you where a size two.........
I wish people would look at my eyes,
not at my waist,
and look at who I am,
not what I  look like.
I am a great person,
I do not like being called fat.
Fantastic,
Awesome ,
Terrific
person,
is who I am
I am not fat,
I am human.
Respect me.
Despite what you think,
I can kiss
I can love
I can feel
I am a person,
who has desires.
I am not fat,
No
I am a person.
_____
No one is overweight.
That is not what maters.
People need to open their mind
before their mouth.
So many magazines exploit people,
society being the same.
People judge others
by what they look like.
That is so ******.
Love the person for who they are
and NOT by what they look like
 Apr 2016 Ronald D Lanor
Traveler
The ghost warriors fought on over the centuries
Never even knowing they were dead
Valhalla, paradise of violent souls
The ancient thunder god feeds upon our eternal anger
Forevermore

I can’t conceive of a world
Where violence is a product of love
Where deception is the hand of reception
Underneath the velvet glove
We watch and learn
Until our eyes grow tired
Lines form upon our faces
And it’s down to the wire
Yesterdays are forgotten
As life shrivels up and dies
And we search for a meaning
That’s covered up in lies
What kind of love
Comes by commanding
Where is wisdom
In such an understanding
I know,,,, Darkness again! (-:
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