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Zywa Aug 2023
The war in those days

was manageable with us --

We were still young then.
"Het tankstation op de route" - 1 ("The filling station on the route" - 1, 2013, Jan Baeke)

Collection "Stall"
Mimmi Sep 2022
In the broken ages we thrive with words edgier than swords, over the bay window we hear seagulls taunting the waves for another storm.

Pavement taking over the woods
Treasuring breathable conversations between souls.
Then without even a slight sigh
the babbling brooks stops in their tracks leaving ****** steps of regret and nightmares of dinner dates.
We’ve been waiting and waiting for the rain, like a sigh of relief instead of wishful bliss

Whenever people come over, the silver is never shiny enough,
the windows not clean, chairs creaky, dust in corners and you’re never fully there.

How to please the people of yesterday, tomorrow or today.
To invite them into your own home, that may not be a castle or even a cozy cabin.

How to please, appeal to the upper crowd or even the town people.
The ones with similar shoes as you.
What to expect rather than regret, the crippling, snarling inner voice saying
“time for bed little you, tomorrow may be your last day of tjoho”
It´s hard to open up to people, even those close to you.
Will you be enough.
Francie Lynch Apr 2021
When she first met him,
He was so slim;
A gentleman,
To begin.
When she first met him.

When he first met her,
She was so demure;
She'd defer,
Often concur.
When he first met her.

She'd smile on him.
He'd open doors.
She cooked and worked.
He worked and cooked.

Good morning, my Dear.
Good night, my Love.
I got groceries.
Did you get milk?
I called your Mother.
Is your Father okay?
Teacher interviews at five.
I'll drive.
Did you get to the bank?
I made an appointment.
What's the address?
Your sister's on her way

This was their dialogue
On that day.

She's kind.
He's a find.
He's hers.
She's his.

Ever the twain shall meet.
If given the chance to have 5 minutes with you, I want to share this with you:

Your music keeps me going. You may have heard that sentence a thousand times. So, if you would allow me to paint you a picture.

I work in a job I don't like. The job itself is not bad. It's actually very meaningful. I thought meaningful was enough for me. Apparently, it is not; I want it to be both meaningful and something I truly enjoy.

Enjoy in a sense that even though it's difficult, it is something I'll wake up for. It's something that would make me forget time. And for me, that is singing, acting, performing, and teaching. But it is not my reality right now.

So, every Monday, I drag myself to work. As each day passes, the guilt of being late subsides to none. Sadly, the thought of having a responsibility to other people has become less compelling for me to work. I've spiraled into deeper, and darker realms where I've lost control over my mind and body.

And to force myself, a desperate attempt to get up, I play your songs. Next thing I know, I sing your tune, dance to your beat, then the impossible starts to happen. I begin to cook food for myself to eat, I open my laptop, and get started on my emails -- I finally have enough to start my day, to get it going.

These maybe simple, mundane things -- but they mean my livelihood, my future, my life. You help me live my life.

Thank you for your music. I hope you stay truthful to your tune, to your beat, to your message.
Thank you artists for the music you create.
ShininGale Oct 2020
𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑚𝑒?
𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑛?
𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒? 𝑇𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟?

𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒.
𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔...

𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑦, 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡?
𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒?
𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒?
𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡.
Good morning🙂 no worries I am not in trouble with anything, I just thought that I should try fitting myself in others' shoes and try making their feelings known. I have encountered a lot of people that lost their passion and dreams, scared to live a life on their own...but I say let us not be afraid and live, for we don't live once we live everday but we die once so, make the most of it. This poetry is just another eye-opener for the ones who feel like dying while living everyday, a message to you from me...that no matter how tough life gets we all need to fight because no one want to lose, right?  We all need to live because that's his gift, he chose us to live the life. We need to fight because that's LIFE.
Mystic Ink Plus Jan 2020
मलाई सोधियो
"त्यो मुर्ख छ, कसरी व्यवहार गर्ने ?"

मैले प्रतीप्रश्न गरे, "के तिमी पक्का छाै कि ऊ मुर्ख छ?
[ हो जवाफ आउने प्रवल सम्भावना थियो, म सुन्न तयार थिए ]

"हो, सबैलाई यो थाहा छ।" सोही जवाफ आयो

सक्छाै भने दूरी बढाउ
टाढा बस
त्यती सक्दैनै भने..........

"भने के" सोधीहाल्यो

"उ भन्दा मुर्ख बन"
"ठूलो मुर्ख देखि, मुर्खपनि डराउछ"

फोन राखेको संकेत आयो.......
शैली : प्रयोगात्मक
विषय : दैनिक जीवन
ध्यानाकर्षण: कृपया संवाद सुनीसकेपछि सबै श्रोताले पुष्पाञ्जली लिनु र मन्नन गर्नु ।
Arke Aug 2019
You were three blocks away
Going to the same destination
But you wouldn't stop
In the cold and rain
Never asked if I needed help
Didn't offer a ride which would've
Saved me 40 minutes of time
And an awkward conversation
With a man who invited me back to his
I considered his offer
Partly out of spite
Partly out of hope
That he would slash my throat
And I wouldn't have to return home
I rubbed my cheeks, suddenly grateful
No one can tell when you've cried in the rain
I guess we've always been three blocks
Apart from one another, you and I
Too depressed to get out of bed. Guess I'll write poetry.
Conrad Apr 2018
Awake in your bed, you scratch at your head.
You stir from the sheet, and now on your feet.
You walk to the dresser, you want to just test her.
Open the drawer, craving for more.
Pick up one shot, scared are you not?
Just one little pop, your body will drop.
It rests at your temple, a sigh as you tremble.
Click goes the gun, now having fun?
The feeling now faded, life was not traded.
The gun put away, you live another day.
Was all just a dream? What could this mean?
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