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David Grasby Nov 7
Manifest me
But what does that look like
Broken apart peice by peice
Entangled in what I was and what i want to be now
Enticed in an illusion of what I should be
Confused be the illustrations of my life those far
Colored in the lines for so long
Outside the box was insecure
Now the picture I want to paint is no work of art
Impressions of the life I once had
It's so shaded so unclear
When I could no longer out run the past
I tried to stay in the colors of simplicity
But where did that get me
Here and now alone in the decisions I made
Caught between the childhood that never was
And the adulthood of evil realities
These concepts of what could be
Were erased by time but still there in some shape or form
An abstract into the complexity of a man
There was no soul purpose no heart to his game
Integrity non existent
It was almost like a blur in time
A fracture in my own conception
It took everything away from me
I never stood there and fought
I gave up on what I could have been
Now here at 48 I try to reason with myself
Chase the demons away with self gratification
I am what is wrong with so many in this generation
I keep it all hidden
Soulless eyes is what you all saw
I have beat myself up over and over again
I am not the one for you
I am not your shining star
I feel more like the space junk that has no direction when it crashes to the surface
I have ignored all the advice all the knowledge you gave for what to be unprepared for the inevitable.
It's a vicious cycle
A two timing cheat on myself
When I know I can write all my wrongs
But I just get in my own way over and over
I am the catastrophe of my own intuition
I sit here and write tonight  bearing my soul to you
But in essence it's to my own self
You see way more in me then I do in myself
So tonight I am taking a step forward into the haunted house I call my emotion
I would like you all to see that We all have these demons but why should we let them get to us.
We can't let them win
We can't turn the control over to them
We have to be our true incarnation of our own reality
We must move forward and grow
Step outside the norm and become the absolute best Version of us we can be because in the end who is the only one who has to live with us. It's me......
When a POET DIES,
There WORDS LIVE ON,
They KEEP US ENCOURAGED,
MOTIVATED and STRONG
There WORDS DO INSPIRE,
To LIFTING us HIGHER,
When your DOWN AND OUT,
THEY MAKE YOUR DAY BRIGHTER,
A PEP IN YOUR STEP,
you FEEL MUCH MORE LIGHTER,
When a POET DIES,
There WORDS they will STAY,
THEY'LL CONTINUE to INSPIRE US
to this VERY DAY!!!!


B.R.
DATE: 1/10/2024
There are many Great Poets that have passed on and to this day, we still read There Great works.
I BELIEVE IN YOU
IF NO ONE ELSE DOES!!!
You're an OVERCOMER,
Sending you ENCOURAGEMENT
WITH LOVE ❤️
You are an ACHIEVER,
So, be a BELIEVER,
DO YOU DOUBT YOURSELF??
WELL, NO ME EITHER!!!
You are SUCCESSFUL!!
Yeah it was STRESSFUL!!
You felt UNSUCCESSFUL!!, but
YOU PERSISTED, BE THANKFUL!!!
It was TOUGH!!
it was ROUGH!!
You Got tired of FAILING, and
you had ENOUGH!!
You finally SUCCEEDED!!
YOU MADE IT THROUGH!!
You BELIEVED IN YOURSELF!!!, and
I BELIEVE IN YOU TOO!!!


B.R.
Date:03/29/2023
Look in the mirror and see what I do
A beautiful woman, and that woman is you

Conquering the obstacles life puts in your way
You pick yourself up when the worlds in disarray

The first few days are the hardest days
I've learned this fact in a number of ways

But I see you walking with such great pride
So why are you worried, put those concerns aside

And one day, again, you'll be riding high
So ignore all the bad things that keep passing by

‪Just stay level headed, focus on your dream‬
Things will come around, they ain’t as crazy as they seem

And you will find in a moments time
That you will be stronger and that you will shine

-AJT
A note to her
Katelynn Oct 2021
There lives a dragon in my stomach.
That pokes and prods with every scale.
With heat from it’s flames that leave skin blushed.
A bloated squeezing growing from the lack of room.

I check my stomach daily.
Searching for holes and bruises,
My hands running over bear skin amazed.
And yet, I feel it now,
Playing chess up my spine,
Each claw catching as it climbs up my vertebrae.
Leaving chills and goosebumps in it’s passing.

I’ve cried out for help.
Wanting nothing more from this beast.
But it leaves nightmares with it’s presence.
And it’s wings make perfect walls.

People just get tired after a while.
Just “the boy who cried wolf,”
But as I spout more words to them scrambling for help.
I see the smoke pillowing out of my mouth.
And before I could question,
We were both just as blinded.

I have a dragon in my stomach.
Years spent together like bitter friends.
Growing used to the burn of it’s hugs.
Even dousing the flames on my own at times.
A begrudging compromise.

Now overtime the beast grew too.
Spending more of it’s passing as a shadow over my shoulders.
Even with much less hold on me than before.
It still watches with delight.
Some days weighing like a backpack of bricks.
Whispering in my ear, coaching. Letting smoke fill my head, confusing.
Most other days are more bearable.

At night the beast stays on my chest.
Like a scaly tiger it curls on top,
With a kneading purr as it settles.
I never quite remember sleeping these nights.
Flashes of tossing and turning from being uncomfortable.
Poking, and prodding, and burning, and now chilling, and now waking up sweating.
The fog only clearing after spending time awake.

Alas there is a dragon in my stomach.
A spiteful beast that took hold there.
With greetings just like an old friend.
And when I finally demanded it’s name.


“Trauma” the beast told me.
I’m amazed that I wrote this. Comments are appreciated and I hope you random stranger have a nice day.
Steve Page Sep 2021
Sometimes
just the nod is enough
to acknowledge
the common struggle
and to impart
a spur -
a spur to go on
Got a nod from a stranger today.  Very happy to receive it.
SelinaSharday Aug 2021
@JUST DO IT

When that man wants you,
Is there for you.
and doing the best that he can.
Tell him.
Just say it.
Tell him.
I love the way
that you eat.
The way you sleep
I love your hands
I love your feet.
I love the way that you love me
I even love your big round belly..
Just say it.
Say I love the sparkle in your eyes
I love that smile how it glows like the sunrise.
Tell him that he's gorgeous.
That he's your rock.
Your stability.
He's such a blessing just to see.
Just say it.
Build him up.
Don't be stingy with the ingredients.
You can add to his cup.
Build him up.
With more than just teaspoons of Grace
Bless him with tablespoons of words.
That can bake his confidence.
To high levels.
Spoiling his ego making him walk with glee and assurances. Wherever he may go.
Make him reminisce and daydream.
On the words that pours out of you like a stream.
Oh just do it.. just say it.
Whatsoever things are good give him a good report
You should be able to find the beauty in his actions like
the ways that he supports you.
Again I say give, love, support.
Just Do It.
BY SelinaSharday S.A.M
inspire! encourage
Krizel Grace Nov 2020
From the bottom you'll rise
Colorful glittery wings,
Let them spread and spark
Illuminate the sky so dark
And shine like fireworks does.


©kg
Don't mind the onlookers; all they could do is watch.
yourxprotector Nov 2020
The reason why
We can't find our happiness,
Is because we're looking for it,
At the same place, we lost our first.

Not all the time we have to look far away,
The thing is it's everywhere,
Rotating round in our atmosphere,
We just have to appreciate it.

We can always look back,
In the story we made,
And not repeat those mistakes,
But to learn that we'd worked our best.

We brought us to this level,
Now, don't hang with the devil,
Let me deal with you at the end,
Encourage me to climb and gain it again.
Don't stop looking for it, you'll find it, not now, not tomorrow or the other day but soon.
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