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Christina Cox Feb 2016
My tears are starting to burn
     a river of lava... flowing

destroying

          the once beautiful forest.

BUT.

We all know
        that only fire
     can create a perfect environment
   for new trees
            to reach the sun.

I HOPE.

It is the same for
            this
                 lowly
                      human
                            soul.
RyanMJenkins Feb 2016
How can one understand the philosophy of these systemic chronological oddities?
Possibly my position on the path postures me to reach beyond the math to fall asleep.
The division just doesn't add up to me with the black hole of immeasurable probabilities
And so I must subtract laps on this lapse, and get back on track.  We all have the facts but haven't yet seen beyond the grasp of the mask.
Skip across the subject and skim inside the water.  Let go of the words that float, for clenched fists prove to be a bother.  
Ripples in the being speak to the entity of new ways to branch out the offer
All along the watchtower you've been waiting for yourself at the harbour.
Happy to see you decided to stretch the frequencies farther, genuinely smiling at the horizon.
Sometimes I think about my father, in my mind I then hear "Hi son"
This is currently Ryan, the thunder and the lightning
I am Lion delighted for the opportunity to be enlightening.  
This is me, when I exist beyond the body.  I was once stuck in front of the mirror while my soul waited in the lobby.
Wasting time gauging myself by opinions and consuming jobbies.
Now I freestyle life, and it's blossomed into my full-time hobby.

Image insecurities replace beauty with impurity
Open your lungs fully, then graciously exhale with me.
Address yourself with light and do so gently
Express what you feel inside even if it's just venting.

Refreshed, we sort this mess with inventive intention.  Perplexed, reading between the ledger lines of divine intervention.
Imagining that we indeed are the water we drink and the air we breathe..  Makes me want to Use the given limbs to stand mighty like the tree, yet, still sway softly with the breeze.  I've finally realized all of life comes to me with ease.
Inevitably enveloping are the vibrations of everything.  The magnetic field you posses, poses pictures of your surroundings.  Be sure to nurture seedlings to see the dawn of a new spring.  Positive affirmations promote productivity. So let's really mean what we speak - as this becomes reality.  Pay attention to thoughts and dreams, because there we spend our energy. 

Equipped with a beat in my chest, eye wear wings of patience as this existence rapidly manifests.
Let's rock the fashion of passion on the sleeve, infinitely blessed.

*Serendipiditous stardust woven with a love that can make a galaxy combust, you will make it.  I honor you and hope that you place faith in your trust.  Aware, you're now Lucid in this life, it is you - create it~
jennee Feb 2016
i am glowing from within
i feel something inside of me sprouting and begging to be set free
it's telling me that it's alright to have messy hands for words and torn pages i can't yet seem to comprehend
my fingertips are soaked in specks of imaginary turned to reality
and i am grasping them with every will that i've got in order to create something extraordinary
i am living art; i do not need a canvas to lay out my work because i know that the roads will take me there
i am aware that during the early years that there will be people willing to pay to watch me fail
but i am a human being designed to create
and i don't want to waste my breath dwelling and holding onto things that i can't proudly say are mine
i may fail but i will not stay down only to be eaten alive
i will face death in order to overcome these voices that have been residing for far too long in my head
and they will never take me, i will never give in

n.j.
inspired by david bowie
Emma S Jan 2016
How do you greet a stranger,
With a simple hello
or with a loving hug

How do you treat a former friend,
Bringing up ancient memories
or creating new ones

Well
It's been a while

How's Everything been?
Are things better now
or are you still struggling?

How do you say your farewell
With a simple goodbye
or with a light kiss and teary Eyes

I hope you are okay
or at least that you are still hoping
For that happy ending

Well
it's been a while

I'm still here
I still Believe in you
I hope you do too
George Krokos Jan 2016
It is so much less demanding to destroy than to create or build
and the fruit of our labour doesn't appear to be as hard to yield.
If anyone then is bent on revenge and goes about it in a rage
they will probably have their victims, in the end, to assuage.
___________
From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Miss Grim Jan 2016
Alone.
Stumbling through the sands of time
In search of shiny pebbles of hope
Buried beneath the never ending
Piles of ****
Defecated in our paths by those who came before us
Polluting our future with lies
Foreshadowing years ahead
Impending destruction and doom
A weight I feel heavy on my soul
An obligation to leave my path in life bountiful for those who tread it after me
Littered only with shiny pebbles of hope
Of love and beauty
Light and laughter
It is my mission
My legacy
Walk beside me
And our journey through the sands of time
Will cause ripples together.
Tea-ful Dec 2015
Where the sky and the earth meet is where my love is created.

Where it's always just out of reach and not physically tangible. Where the sun visits daily and the birds are in constant pursuit of.

A love that can be seen but never possessed  long enough to give away.

-F.T.
bjynxthelyric Nov 2015
There's an innocence to her
A purity I'd rather not taint
But enjoy for the moment
There is no lying in her
She is free of sin
Flowing with the wind and the waves of the ocean
She changes form but never loses substance
I witness her becoming and unraveling
In a never ending cycle
Of creation and chaos
I suspend, hypnotized
In awe of all that it is
To be free
Lying in wait
Prone to stagnate
Unfulfilled dreams
It's never too late

I sleep not
For I am awake
Immersed in frustration
Time to create
Not procrastinate

With eyes open
Feeling deflated
Hardly elated  
Don't hesitate
To Reevaluate

Rise up from bed
Set the engine to rev
Idle instead?
It's all in your head

Lying in wait
To Regurgitate
The ideas in your brain
Manifest to inflate
The cognitive state
Invent a gimmick, solution, or trait

Should I reiterate
For the duration
Due to inflation?

Remember this date
No time to debate

Today is a gift
Isn't that great?
Not a moment too soon
Must have been fate.
This seems to pretty much sum it up for me, I don't know about you. I took a strange roller coaster ride to the finish on this one.
Write a garden into bloom.
Write a romance in the room.
Create, create, create
Life is short; Life won’t wait.
Shift, shuffle, sort, sift
Try and try your spirits to lift.
Do whatever is not writing.
You and your inner critic always fighting.

I am scared.
The first week of NaNoWriMo 2015 was when I had to write a novel for the first time. It is easy to say, yes I can write a novel, but will you? It was a challenge to allow myself the space to write and to, perhaps, fail at it. The idea of jumping off the ledge and then building my wings on the way down was terrifying and I found all sorts of excuses not to write. Procrastination and the inner critic are in cahoots I tell you!
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