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Lizzie Bevis Aug 29
In a world of never-ending troubles,  
where problems loom like mighty mountains,  
I often stand with a heavy heart,  
as my faith is tested and uncertain.

What mountains have I failed to move  
by clutching at anger instead of faith?  
What possibilities have remained  
unmoved by my sinful, overwhelming wrath?

In life's chaotic busyness  
of bills unpaid and dreams deferred,  
I search the sky for answers
and wonder if my prayers were heard?

This faith as small as a seed  
sits hopeful in tired hands.  
A testament not to mountains unmoved,  
but to my courage to try,
to rise and stand.

©️Lizzie Bevis
To all those whose faith has been tested recently.
Lance Remir Aug 27
It's the smallest moments
That hits me the hardest
The most insignificant ones
Yet somehow significant to me

Small, simple moments
Like getting a pizza
But not sharing a slice
Saving a funny meme
But not able to show it
Or eager to watch a series
But being the only viewer
Doing a basket of laundry
But for the smallest load
Seeing a new restaurant
But ordering just for one
Getting into my car
But only opening my door
Pointing out something cool
But only pointing for myself
Preparing for bedtime
But the bed is all mine

It's those smallest moments
The most insignificant ones
That suddenly hits me the hardest
When it's all without you
Mira Aug 1
how terrible it is
to be a writer

write! they say
write and the time will come

but how must one
compete to the top

when the shelves are filled with
"NYC Bestseller"?

oh how miserable it is
to be a writer

and they say
write! it isn't difficult!
sigh, writing really is a struggle
So Jul 15
I decide to conquer the maze
A labyrinth sprawled ahead of me
LEFT
I run around brisk corners
hope sleeping out my heart
RIGHT
my stride is strong and fast
my hair blowing in the wind
RIGHT
but I halt rapidly
the path drawing to an end
I turn around and continue my run
but am faced only by dead ends
is there really any way through
or is this all a hopeless endeavour?
We might not always get along
Never agree on who's right or wrong
Are you proud of person I've become?
Or disappointed how short of a distance I've come?
Born to be loved
Can tell by my name
After all these years hope you view me the same
To see frown knowing I'm the reason why
Makes me want to remove the coldness from your eye
Die a little inside every time you call to yell
Pressure applied to my surface will not help me excel
And I realize you only want what is best for me
Can't fill shoes of the person you expect me to be
We snap back and forth sharing words sparked by spite
Too stubborn to surrender the fight
All I desire is faith put into my hands
By the one human who above all else I would think understands
Tomorrow never promised
Only have today
Which is reason I'm making this card to say
I'm grateful to the father who has always been there
Regardless of differences I'll forever care
Life is difficult now but troubles will eventually pass by
Nothing will change closeness between you and I
Wrote this for my dad's birthday card
I know so nice and cheerful hahaha.... Not!
But what can I say I put honestly above everything else when it comes to my writing regardless of the occasion
Malia Mar 4
This is the law that supersedes all
Other laws:
Thou shalt not complain.

Thou shalt have a successful career
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Shalt be a perfect mother.

Thou shalt be innocent and experienced,
Rebellious—
But not too much.

Thou shalt never need help.

Thou shalt never age
Yet maintain a veneer
Of self-acceptance.

Thou shalt not be overly
Emotional
But thou art not permitted to be
Robotic.

Thou shalt be assertive
But lo upon the woman
Who dares express anger.

Thou shalt have infinite patience.

Thou shalt be progressive without
Challenging the status quo.

Thou shalt carry thy burdens with
Immeasurable strength and without
Disintegration or failure.

And ye shalt do these things, that
Ye might become the 21st Century
Woman.
Ken Pepiton Oct 2024
All education and habit
instigation occurs in time used
coincidently with life's constant,
kudzu will to make life livable in senses

only one fully functional can make, ah,
and we know mankind can become broken,
fail to function for any good use imaginable,

while using carnal mind made excuses to steal,
take away the ra' effort of the tamer of horses,

rob the seed stored for the sure and certain
cold to come, watch the birds flying south,

wonder where the wild goose leads, indeed,
come, and see, let this mind be in you, linked
to all a mortal has time to think twice, once
in slack jaw awe, as we appear in thought, once

aha, we may imagine, all alike, first knowing, yes,
that works, that has utility to me, see, I know,

how to catch a rabbit, and take it's life, for me,
and my baby who shall soon see winter, first,

and play for a minute in cold, cold snow,
not giving any thought to the bunny fur.
It is an addiction I have developed, finding answers to use against lies I was taught that once forced me to take up arms and serve, or die in prison, which requires an escape in deed, not plan.
Follow the wild goose one winter,
Lo' find Florida all under melted ice
from the last long winter finally ending.
Hollow Heart Oct 2024
Never did I think,
That moving ‘home’,
Would be the reason,
I constantly think about the end.

I was so naïve to even think,
That me being back,
Would be any different.

I made their lives more difficult,
They were happy without me.
It must be such a pain,
For them to have to look at me.

Each day only gets worse,
I don’t know how long I can take it,
Before I break.

.
.
.

Who could have known,
That moving ‘home’,
Would mean the end.
Jeremy Betts Sep 2024
Thoughts have stopped being my own
An unknown finger presses play
And when I get surprised by an original
That which I think becomes difficult to convey
What I want in life and from life
Has no meaningful connection with the following day
Forced into this empty role
No two cents in the character I display
Prewritten by something else
No angel but not a devil per-say
Rather an capital punishment believer
With zero concern for my welfare either way

©2024
nick armbrister Aug 2024
Hoop Jumping Writers
The writers have to jump thru hoops
Like trained pet dogs for a biscuit
The biscuit is a publishing deal
Or poem in print or online story
The publisher says jump
The writers ask how high?
Have you ever seen jumping writers?
The funniest sight you’ll see
All jumping together jump jump jump!
Jumping thru hoops to get in print
Doing anything for a deal
Some even leap or somersault
How do they manage it?
Dear little small time writers
Who dream of the big time
Want their name up there in lights
Will their play sell out Broadway?
Maye you’ll be the next Jackie Collins
Write something new and original
Jump thru hoops the same old ****
They tell every newbie writer
One day you’ll make it big
Each bit of writing or poem or song
Must be better than the last one
What if the writer declines?
To be big or well known
I refuse to hoop jump!
I write simply for me…
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