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CharlesC  Apr 2016
A lifestory
CharlesC Apr 2016
I am the body
I am the mind
this is youth's discovery
an ego identification:
I am unique and separate
expressed with enthusiasm..
For most this seems
as a lifetime identity..
But for some
and potentially for all
a shock of falseness
breaks into youth's dream:
I am not the body
not the mind
I am transparent
as Awareness..
This is new birth
waking to reality
as it is here and now
and always has been..
Now as Awareness
I pervade all
I am..is All...
AFJ  Mar 2015
amy's theory.
AFJ Mar 2015
Goodbyes are never good.
And hellos are never hell...
Well..
Howcome its always hard to tell?

When i met Amy..
she waved, like the ocean in the horizon view.
i mean, picture a Goddess herself, locking her eyes on you,
hypnotizing you,
Telling you all infinity lies in you,
Her heart hides in you,
Her vocal tone rises you...
Like the tide..

under the horizon view..

but her theory was dark. Like the side of the moon we don't see..
Weird, *** most of the time she was joyous and joke-sy.

But she had a mental intent.
to rent, an individuals mind until her emotion was spent.

Pitched up her tent,
Now she lives in my head.
i cant get rid of her, feeling blue when shes wearing red.
i cant get ahead..

i need her,
I bleed her.
i read her.
i see her.
She runs thru my mind mind so much,
even my feet hurt.

but shes evil.
Reveling in my chaos and depression.
her sole mission is to leave me well wishin..
fishing for hope, with nothing in my view.
except the horizon.
i cant forget her eyes'n....
the way she caressed my hand in the midst of my anger.
but its sad to say her theory just brings me danger..

she says she cant be happy if im happy.

i cant believe she can say that,
I mean,
sure shes a Ten..
sure shes a friend..
sure when i ask her to come over she always says, when..
i mean i dont ever wanna put her down...
Amy's my PEN.
the pen that stood beside me when i wrote my lifestory.
the pen that stays truthful even if it gets gory.
the pen that keeps me sane and even takes over for me,
The pen that allows me the hope to reach glory..and see..
the same pen that forces me write daily im trapped,
Confined in this desk, Hennessy spilled on my lap,
lost in life, blank map im tryna fill in the gap,
Last thing i needs a fucken object that keeps giving me crap!

Still ill love her forever, and never ever leave, thatll never occur...
my pen, i named her amy and sometimes i feel that i write for her.



-afj
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2018
I always wish we met before your first love
so that I'd have been your deepest incision and your easiest decision
and often hope you learn to love me as much as you loved him
which is half as much as I love you, for I love you to Venus and back...
My affection for you is cosmic, I've seen the universe because I've seen you
you're something of a galactic existence, an extraterrestrial
in a terrestrial world of mice and men, why's and when, nows and then
I'd tripped into the past and you've walked me back to the future...
I'd failed to learn what love really meant, I've finally met my teacher
It's my prayer you be on the final page of my lifestory,
on mother Earth you would be a once upon a time of a happy ending
and even if they say happy endings are stories that aren't finished yet
I think they're a point the twist is beyond the understanding
of the mind behind the canvas and the quill,
beyond the reach of the perilous vivisection of the pen,
am going to love you until that unfathomable point, until half past forever
a quarter a mile beyond eternity, just ahead of happily ever after.
you're the ultimate treasure, this' the hunt that counts, am never saying never...
You're my motivation, you understand what I feel, and that's something
yet it all starts from something and builds to a tale to remember
it all starts from a January and before you know it it's December
it all starts from a spark and makes Ash of what was once an enormous ember...
you're a war I'd fight the universe to win,
a journey of a million miles and ain't about to surrender...
My only regret is I didn't know you when you were younger
so that I would have Loved you longer
in this lifetime, and this bond we share could be stronger...
and my biggest worry's the rest of my life might not be enough
for me to love you in the million ways I believe I can...
My deepest pain is even these words don't really say what I feel...
they're merely a construct my hopeless mind could make
of the turmoil in my heart and soul, for what I feel is more than what my mind can take
Stevie Ray  Jul 2014
A thief
Stevie Ray Jul 2014
Buried alive
In the projects
Called life..
My only ally is time
trust no one
because every one
consists of lies

it's all dark
All is black
death aims at me
Point blank
Ignorence is bliss
wishing I didn't know any of this
But I can feel it's presence
constantly... a desire.. a curiosity.

waiting for the occasional spark
maybe it's Death, taking a life
like a devouring shark..
naked in my grave
with only a scarred
leather book
and a quill with enough ink
to write a lifestory

So i'm writing my pages
my story that I want to tell
but with every spark of light
I can't telll.. these words
and sentences.. are strange to me..
I didn't write this..

Did somebody stole it?
Living the story I want to tell?
A story about a nice life
with good people
And a world that isn't Hell?

Hate surges up within me..
I quit writing, not a letter written
quill  smashed into the ground
another innocent victim..

My eyes open
conscience shattered
mind of a hunter
stalking it's prey
I'm going to steal a book
and give him my empty one..
A thief.
Showunmi samson Aug 2019
This life
is
like
a drama scene,
scene
by
scene.
Different plays
and
characters
in the scene.
Some enjoying,
some striving,
some suffering.
Everyone has a role to play in this dramatic world.
For there is no escape route for the babies for they have to take part
in the scene.
Everyone has
his/her lifestory with
a
begining
and
an end.
No one is saved from
the scene,
except
he be dead.
To everyone out there...
jacobwho  Mar 2019
lifestory
jacobwho Mar 2019
i saw myself for the first time
in the past
between cold coffee and flowerbeds of
selfishness
my life is a sailboat, burn marks
on the wood
grease lights and deer skulls as reminders
an everlasting soliloquy
of the waves speaking truth
shorelines and arrowheads from
lost tribes
i remember the mosquito bites
on your legs
orange peels in your backseat
where my heart used to be
turn up the radio baby, cause i
just can't hear the silence between us
anymore, anymore
than i could take your eyes
hiding from mine
anymore hate i've caused you?
pull it back up
if it's healing
i'll take it all to see you
with a dry face
your smile is relief like
knees off rice, feet off coal
my name without the man
i've been trying to find a staircase
with each step towards your parents
"nice to meet you"
Lara  Jun 2020
Freedom
Lara Jun 2020
There will be no freedom until we’re equal

The world is one

Everybody is different
-
that connects us

The world is one big family

Treat everybody how you want to be treated

Don’t judge until you know someone

Everybody has feelings that can get hurt

Everybody has their own lifestory

Accepting is a part of life

Nobody matters
-
Until they matter to you

Everybody should have the same rights

The world is ONE

Freedom belongs to everybody

Everybody decides for themselves how they want to live their life

Everybody makes mistakes

But the world is united and should be treated like that

Everybody is on this earth for a reason

Don’t criticize, judge and make mistakes just because somebody behaves different, looks different or talks different

This is what makes our planet so special
-
Our differences
Kaley Kerchaert Dec 2016
How do I cope?
Do I steal Frozen Hope?..
Do I attempt to stop time?..
Do I find a remote an rewind?..

Or

Do I Time Travel?
Do I jump through a portal?..
Do I Just Become Immortal?..
Do I rewrite my lifestory over?..
Flatfielder  Jun 2018
The Fool
Flatfielder Jun 2018
Commitments for life
Their beauty their strength
A test came to find him
Didnt think too much in length

Hit it off in a wild way
What did he do
A night to remeber
Did they become friends?

He thought so
Her lifestory
Obsession it became
Emails he wrote with advice and goodwill

Replies sparse
Always to the point
A ****** theme no never a joint

As freespirited as they were
They stayed in touch
Frank bright and honest
Again he fell for her clutch
Her email not the longest
An invitation to lay near
Her body of begging
He did not have any fear
They met
as friends do and chat
Finally he begged  the question
Can i lay in your bed?

No was the answer
She curtailed his advance
To feel like a fool
And thanked her for the dance
#Forbidden love #oldfool #feelings #careless
Qualyxian Quest Jun 2019
didn't think I was so angry
didn't know I could feel hate

but now I Rage Against the Machine
destiny or fate?

I often don't understand
the workings of my mind

emotions overcome me
I seek, but do I find?

beauty brings me hope
ugliness despair

kindness and connection
against isolation everywhere

ambiguity
deep within myself

my demons and my angels
the lifestory on my shelf

I cannot overcome
the ignorance and strife

the endless agony
of my relationship with my wife

reduced again to silence
often I just endure

searching for gratitude
unknown, quite sad, impure

— The End —