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A strange voice whispers, soft and sly,
Thoughts not my own, a curious why.
It murmurs secrets, both dark and bright,
A tempting path, shrouded in night.

Is it a friend, or a cunning foe?
Does it guide or lead me astray, I don't know.
Melodies hum, a haunting refrain,
Urging me onward, through sun and rain.

Can I tame this voice, or will it command?
A battle within, for control of the land.
I search for the truth, with a cautious heart,
This strange voice inside, where will it take part?
With a secret, I keep inside my head
Life, the best teacher, a harsh decree,
No textbooks are offered, just lessons set free.
Through stumbles and triumphs, the wisdom unfolds,
Scars etched in memory, stories untold.

Victories whisper, of battles well fought,
Defeats a harsh lesson, dearly bought.
Joy's fleeting embrace, a reminder so bright,
That sorrow's dark cloak gives way to the light.

With each passing season, the spirit refines,
Empathy blooms, where once judgment binds.
Life's greatest lessons, not written in rhyme,
Are learned in the living, one precious moment at a time.
Until we get down on our knees to pray, because life is the best teacher
 5d izzn
J
532
 5d izzn
J
532
I have loved you for 532 days
And I will love you for 532 more
I will love you until the day I die and I will love you from the grave
Look around, it’s all the same
Numb to love, and to fear
Everything, just a game
Cannot even, shed a tear
The worlds intent, to crack you apart
To stomp your feelings, cut out your heart.
Where is peace, where is serenity?
Where is hope, and where is empathy?
He broke my heart mercilessly,
Now, if anyone looks at me with love and care I fall apart.
23/3/2024
I remember the room
where we first met
I remember the room
hard to forget
I remember the room
your smile matched mine
I remember the room
perfectly in line
I remember the room
the feeling of fine
I remember the room
your heart leaving mine
I remember the room
the sharp decline
I remember the room
slow
sad
somehow
sublime .
Morning makes its entrance
throwing sunlight
on an unslept bed
I stand a few feet away
throwing bouquets
at  an unloved life.
 Mar 19 izzn
Pablo Neruda
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
 Mar 16 izzn
Frances Raeburn
I wish you had arrived
when I still believed in love
I wish I had met you
when there was still
space in my heart
I wish I had heard your song
when I still believed in melody
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