Look at everything I've done
There is no forgiving this
Even still, all I did was run
I rand from it all
I'm gone
I departed to a new place
Where no one could know
This dreaded face
I spent my time on the train

Time has come to Fall
The color red was all around
Each leaf is a memory hiding
Things that shouldn't be found

The wait comes to an end
Where I will take
The first step
Towards a new life
And right away
"Welcome to our town!"
"There's no need to frown!"
"Come on, let's be friends!"
Rushed by all the villagers
"Hey, I'll show you around."
The young miss
Said to me.
So then she went off, guiding
This was the next step
In this life

Is this forgiveness?
The world has given me a
Second chance
This is a new life
A new Me
I'll turn over a new leaf
I can make the change

Past, present, future
Past doesn't matter
And we live in the present
Fighting for our future

"Hey, miss,
Let's strive forward in this town...
This is now my town
Our town
Something far greater
Than even destiny.
Ha ha an interesting take on this game. Wish I put more references in to there but hey, I love how it came out.
my eyes
like bullet holes
in the side of
car windows
waking up
in someone else’s life
in someone else’s bed
and I dream of escape
but they’ve taken my legs
and restricted my jurisdiction
to four tiny light blue walls
that drive me mad and
imprisoned me
inside a prison
inside a prison
inside infinite prisons
like a Martyoshka doll
with an open door policy for
violence but limiting my
freedom of expression to
cover up these walls with
anything that interests me
but I guess that’s the way
the world works, anything
interesting is prohibited and
beating you senseless is
encourage so may never
know who you are or what
you’re doing or what you’ll
become but if there’s
a little blue sun that shines
on the luck of chance and
it comes to you naturally,
know it, take it and run with it
like you’re being chased by
cannibalize headhunters
because you never know
when it’ll come back, if ever,
and sitting here now
thinking of Havana
realizing that I’m still here
in this reoccurring nightmare
of unnecessary difficulty
I’d appreciate a simple pleasure
like pissing on a mosquito
that’s resting in the urinal
Ayush Gangwar Aug 11
When you attempt something first time and fail, You will get a next chance...
When you try to create something new and it collapse, You will get a next chance….
When your soul gets hurt and no one helps to heal you out…
When smile is not enough, Don’t make a pout …
When nothing goes in your favour, Please don’t shout ...
Keep your step back and just wait, As you will get a next chance...
When you climbing a hill and suddenly dropped down , you will get a next chance...
When everything goes in vain and you get totally lost, Just stay calm as you will get a next chance…

But what this next chance is?

It is nothing but just a motivating force
When you're in a deep sorrow It will gives you a new hope,
It hold you tight just like a safety rope,
It energies you to a new scope,
So there always be a next chance, Untill and Unless you don’t lose hope…
When failure hits you hard, make a step back, work a little more, step forward again with extra effort, let your failure behind and move towards a shiny day with only success and hope.
The Sun Shining Fully We're Dust-Death-Dreadfully,

Sigh It Fitfully The Bully Spitefully,

Switched On The GoalPost I'm Pissed Rightfully,

Righteously Bitched Up I Flee Frightfully.

Butterfly Baby Still Stuck In The Womb,

Cocoon Can't Break Out Off (.) Life Caught Me To Soon,

Sense Clicks Off (.) Before You Hit Noon,

Chaos In Threads So It's Tangled The Loom.

Words Scream From Paper The Letters Spell Doom,

Written On Walls But You're Stuck In The Room.
Harry Roberts - The Room © 08/08/18

There was a time
within me
I wanted to be
an actor
on stage
or a screen
big or small
no matter to me
after all
The exposure is nice
I guess
and all that kind of stuff
but that’s not
what drew me to it
Just being an actor
was enough

I enjoy performing
and have a memory
for lines
One of those people
who can quote
a whole movie
It plays in my head
can fast forward
and rewind

But it’s easy to recite
the work of
One who already
searched within
and discovered
what to emote
the affect
and such
To replay like
a puppet
That’s not saying
Could I nail
the scene
and get the feeling
When other actors
work with me
maybe they
get inspired
to the point
they become lost
in the scene
We’re reliving
the story
A fantastic team
When the
director yells
all applaud and cheer
Tears in the eyes
of some
touching memories
they hold near

The performance
The “art”
that’s what
matters most
A singer belting
out a song
or a comic
at a roast
The thought of
it now
gets me giddy
and inspired
but yet
here I sit
In my chair
I am mired

Never took that step
all that fear
My doubts
and insecurities
Worry how
much others
That fear of
or that
I wouldn’t
“measure up”
A deer frozen
in headlights
I am
forever stuck

And as the time
continues on
The days, and months
and years roll by
Which is the greater loss?
If I failed
or never tried?
Written: August 8, 2018

All rights reserved.
Josh Aug 7
Hold me,
The way you did that night
That we kissed, underneath
The stars, sitting in our car
Love that would never end,
Love that wouldn’t dent,

At least that’s what we thought,
But I guess that was just a lie,
One of many that were told,
By you and I.

Hold me like you did, once more
And don’t let go,
Carla Aug 5
The trees stand before me,
Like a crowd of men,
A jury of wooden minds,
Facing me again.

Unknowing of the consequences,
Of my actions’ reply,
These trees are the gates,
To the forest’s eye.

A whole journey ahead,
And I shall trek on,
I shall take the chance,
Before it is gone.

Take that chance,
Take that risk,
Just believe me,
It shan’t be brisk.
I remember with fondness the last worry worth the strain.
It was between the advertisements bookending the
bus stop bench, and I watched a woman no older than I
cross the street without looking both ways.

I panicked despite there being no speed toward her, and
as rapid as no cars were traveling my heart was ecstatic.
At her carelessness. Peered behind turtle-shell bifocals,
and they weren't rimmed thickly; I hate those. They were
wired, and she tugged my heartstrings. With her joy in pacing.

She met my eyes with her glasses and peered strangely toward me,
a stranger watching her with a knitted brow as thick as the scarf
she wore. She paused on the curb a foot about to lift her up, I
think I scared her. Her lips tugged as her hands stuffed themselves
into her tiny pockets. What are pockets used for on women's pants?
Surely not to look nervous and pull away from the world as mine are.

I almost begged the question to ask for her name, or to be a gentleman
and help her cross the stone-few-inch-threshold that seemed to have
stranded her as wide river from her destination; then I realized if she
could cross the raging streets without the help of even reassurance
then I was nothing but another obstacle.

She smiled.
I stared.
And off she went, and I watched her still.
I thought, "If she turns around to look at me, I'll wave her down.
I'll ask her name. I'll pour myself out,
even foolishly."
Her grey knitted cap, of which I am sure hid a knot worth untying,
turned and I saw her profile as her peripheral scoped the last remnants of her
I lifted my hand toward her, and flicked my wrist.
She stopped.
And so did my heart.
a chance taken
MicMag Aug 3
if i write a million billion zillion words a day
will some sound nice?
will they work out right?
will my mind create a masterpiece some night?

or will brilliance elude me
like camoflauged prey?
can greatness be chanced upon
or do i have to beg for it?
do i have to pray?

can statistical likelihood produce
from sheer quantitative mass
some lyrical combination
to surpass mere mediocrity
rise straight to first class?

or do i gotta go back and ask
the teachers and mentors
i left in the past?

i took off too fast
ignored their words and advice
bout how to think
how to write
how to talk
how to act
how to not be enticed
by distractions in life

how to not roll the dice
when the odds are too stacked
how to work damn hard
to stay on track
how to make smart goals
if you're itching to rise
by hitchin your ride
to the business of guys
and girls with vision

that's what i was taught
what i heard
what i learned
what i forgot (then recalled)
what i once spurned
to spark my downfall

but i have returned
and rediscovered myself
remembered the others
who raised me
who made me
my parents
my brothers
all those who inspired
all those who required
daily sacrifice

to feed the fire
to push me higher
to bring on success
to make me my best
which proves to the rest
if you don't perspire
chance don't mean shit

now we gotta admit
we all need an assist
but if you want greatness
you gotta work for it
Opportunity + Assistance + Hard Work
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