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Robert Moe Sep 27
Moonlight’s bright tonight.
Let’s go outside and play
In the streets of the city.
Morning’s far away.

We’ll dance in the streets,
Race under the stars,
Staring into the eyes
Of oncoming cars.

They’ll tell us their wisdom
In archetypical style
Of the roles that we play
And if we survive.

The dogs of the city,
They howl and they fight,
Then fortune they share
For our hungry delight.

When morning comes early
With its fresh silken dreams,
We shake off the dust
Of what we have seen.

We’ll feel the warm sun
Wake our guarded souls,
To feed us again
As we make our way home.

Our lives have been spent
Living other’s requests.
Now is the time
For our own conquests.

The streets of the city
Are daring and sheer.
Come with me now.
Experience no fear.
Our couple has escaped the village where they grew up and moved to the big city to build a life.  They learn and they grow in time and experience some success and realize there is still more out there for them to seek.  Night serves as a symbol of the unknown future where we cannot see what is in front of us.  The cars represent the challenges of life that we face and either overcome or allow them to run us over.
You got to go through
the fire to get to the rain
You got to keep Being
persistent Again and again
You have tried and.
you have tried For quite a while,
You have gone through
struggles and so many trials
If you want to see the sunshine,
Break through the Clouds of gray,
Give it another go, and
Welcome your Sunny Days
It may have been rough, and
Had you feeling so blue, but
You made it through the fire, and
Your Go time is due
So, before you give up
Your agility is gained
Always just remember that
Conquer the Fire to get to the rain!!!


B.R.
Date: 8/15/2025
Em MacKenzie Jul 16
They call them the Kings of Bones,
torching the  villages and the homes.
Saying they’re done with the ******* and moans
they’re expected to hear when upon their thrones.

So tell me is a battlefield even real
if it isn’t littered in blood, limbs and steel?
The bone kings only receive their end of the deal
if they offer up those who support them for the next meal.

So with scraped and ****** knees,
how are they to pray or please?
If our heads are always bent,
does worship even hold any sentiment?

So tell me is it really a done deal,
just like in guns, germs and steel?
The bone kings take what they want, act as they feel.
They tear all apart and neglect to place a seal.

They’re all too busy reading out of date scripture
that they’re all missing the blatantly clear picture;
Hell is empty as the devils walk the earth.
Everyone wants to rule the world,
trade gold for diamond and diamond for pearl;
doesn’t realize the reverse of worth.

Now they’re wearing collarbones around their neck,
and accessorizing every vertebrae as a ring.
Assuming this cruelty grants them respect,
really at best it’s just straight vulgarity.

But each King stands alone,
forever isolated and on their own.
So they polish a fresh bone
just to add to their skeletal throne.
Stole “Bone Kings” from a Star Wars book, and were not a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.
If you were to ask her friends what she'd say
They'd reply "I'm going to conquer the world today."
not conquer as to take over, more as to overcome
she wanted to save the worlds, rid them of all ****.

When she is manic, she tends not to panic, realities altered and all thoughts vanish.
She would look at you and happily say,
"I want to conquer the world someday."

She walks with a bounce, her steps all over the place
a plastered smile never leaving her face.
Her music is loud, revolting, and proud.
Her smile is contagious, her mood seemingly outrageous.

Risking everything, she lets them in, protection made out a sin.
A single mistake, is all it could take, and it would be over.
She should panic.
But she doesn't, for she is manic.

She smiles at you, lazy eyes.
The world leaving her mind with no goodbyes.
She smiles at you and you know what she'll say;

"I conquered the world today."
Vincent Sep 2024
22
he once had a bright glow,
deeply cared for them all.
he had nothing to show,
no hope left in his soul.

his aching heart in vain,
his soul need be unchained,
six full years has it been,
since his heart has been grained?

a plethora of change,
he never stayed the same.
he was once filled with rage,
sees the sky dark as gray.

from overdose and ropes,
he tried to take his own.
wishing sky gave him stones,
wanting to end it all.

after years with a swift,
everything changed for him.
no more clues or some hint,
or false words from his lips.

six years ago for sure,
he would've felt afraid,
to love himself and pour,
some kindness to his soul.

and now the child is grown,
who knew he would be here?
standing proud in his own,
without having to fear.
(Overcoming Obstacles and Personal Growth)



In the SHADOW  OF THESE GIANTS,
I will CONTINUE to STAND my GROUND,
I REFUSE to let these BARRIERS,
BRING me on DOWN.

I have TRAVELED a LONG, LONG JOURNEY,
I have come VERY, VERY FAR,
I REFUSE TO TURN AWAY,
Even with CUTS, BRUISES and SCARS.

I AM A MIGHTY WARRIOR,
I have had MANY, MANY FIGHTS,
But, I STILL CONTINUED to STAND FIRM,
AND CONQUER THEM WITH ALL of  MY MIGHT!!!

Even with these OBSTACLES and BARRIERS,
I REFUSE to TURN AROUND and RETREAT,
Now, THESE GIANTS MAY be my DOWNFALL,
But, THESE GIANTS I WILL DEFEAT!!!!


B.R.
Date: 5/30/2024
Jeremy Betts May 2024
Me against myself against I,
I am not alright
This darkness can not be conquered by light
I keep my feelings bottled tight, out of sight
Why do I hide?
Me against myself against I,
But who is right?
All I gotta do is make it through another night
No time to address it, I don't wanna fight
That's why I hide

©2023
Jeremy Betts May 2024
I have to conquer more fear than a mobile home in an Oklahoma trailer park
So yeah, you can say life's violently left it's mark
But here's the worst part
There's no back to the start
I can't be rebuilt after being torn apart
I'm already a patchwork monster, a piece of work but not art
And as like Dr. Frankenstein, the creator is the monster and only half as smart

©2024
Jeremy Betts Dec 2023
Me against myself against I, a perpetual tie, not alright
Never try this darkness, it's destined to conquer light
It's the fault of the people close to me that my everything's bottled up air tight
Try as I might
Still pushed aside, out of sight

Me against myself against I, but who is right?
Do what I gotta do and what I gotta do is wake from this nightmare of a plight
No time to address it, either die in the ring or forfeit the fight
Despise the spotlight
Despite what you might think, I embrace the night

©2023
Jeremy Betts Oct 2022
With the flippant fear of a proudly clueless onlooker, another forgettable observer
I stare out over the breaking waves to see if I can't see a few things clearer
In a sense in search of innocents and the essence of this monstrous heckler I've been entrusted to not only tame but conquer
Maybe find bits and pieces of meaning here or there for this opaque character and it's seemingly insignificant blip on life's radar
They say all of our lives are important and as a whole they are, for sure, but A life, singular, doesn't even measure
On a timeline reaching back past the beginning of forever to the outer limits of what we know so far it can't possibly matter
Somewhere in there is an answer but I swear, don't let it be just another jump scare
I can bare no more, take me outta here becomes the newly revised prayer screamed into the ether
I'm not the star here, nor did I properly prepare for the cameo roll in my own B movie disaster picture.
I've done what was asked of me even when not fare, even as the nightmare went unchecked, haunting my every endeavor.
If this is expected to go on for the foreseeable future how much of my downfall am I going to be held accountable for?
Every battle the same as the one before, it can be torcher but y'all clap with the desire for an encore
Like your entertainment and the roar of the crowd is what I'm just barley holding on for
Then the face of an absent father figure puts a untimely hand on my shoulder, a whisper of congrats for making it though yet another war
That's every **** day sir, so excuse me for not going out of my way to carpe any of those diems mother fuucker
At the same time
I was so sure that I was finally able to procure the mindset to endure my own lour
But nobody seemed to eager to tell me that reality is a relentless attention *****
Making sure to hide the shore and provide only a broken ore to navigate a sea of insecure insecurities hell bent on devouring my core
Can't help but to take a little more than a fare share when there's so much dispair and dispair is their preferred flavor
And that's what I'm in store for, give or take some gore just to mitigate the bore
Remove all signs of the cancer and watch the stock soar, can't prosper dragging a dead weight anchor
Cut ties and wave goodbye to the failure, take out the pinch hitter cause that personality wasn't any better
A life changer for the better, now willing and wanting to keep score as a reminder of how bad it was before
Never again let the dark passenger take the wheel and steer, unless it's to steer clear
Forget looking backward, remove the rearview mirror and note the side mirror as truth, the atrocities are far closer than they appear
Tossin' small bits of anarchy out the driver side window, flipping the bird and quoting the Raven, "nevermore."
But I forgot why for

©2022
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