Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Julia Jul 2020
you have stars in your eyes
but i am only the night sky
so far from your reach
i am always denied
Simon Jul 2020
When you measure something once, it doesn't always go the way you fully expected. Nor was it how you solely intended for its very actions to not solidify your commands very nicely, either. That's exactly why you need to measure those very commands twice, or else those very actions (which became the dreary outcome beyond both your own expectations and how you never intended it to go the exact opposing opposite way you truly "not so wisely" measured it, the first time). All this isn't as solidifying or even unifying when you shed the costs of the simple mistakes that turn into even more dreary outcomes! Either ahead of time, or entirely beforehand. (Since sometimes the most basic mistakes of our very actions towards our very messy commands, shows we perceive the outcome ahead of time, instead of taking it easy once and a while to urge our decisions beforehand...just in case.) You need to make utter sure when (the next time comes around) too measure things twice...from NOW ON!
Actions, commands, outcomes... There ALL the same for why it doesn't make ANY difference at all...when all you need to do (the next time comes around) is too measure things twice!
Bongani G-kay Jul 2020
meditate and release the hate
...hiden in between the gate
... me and myself
...who shall educate
....future bright
...my fate
...they wonder why am relaxed
....blame my brain state
....those are facts
...no debate
...i know you won't admit
....that am great
...better not raise your opinion
...cause to me its a waste.

-kay🌹
#Beyond expectations🔥
Confidence is a key to success.
Void Jul 2020
Hopes
Never got you anywhere

Dreams
Never did a **** thing
Roxx3000 Jul 2020
We always want the expectations
The dreams and wishes we have
We set our path and preparations
To achieve these promises in hand
We try to avoid reality
The unwanted truth
We build a wall for actuality
To achieve our desired youth
“Expectations are perfect”
But what does perfect mean
Is it just getting all your dreams come true
Or is it to get what you see on a screen
Maybe it is just to make it through
“Reality hurts”
But with pain comes strength and wisdom
If we are always sitting pleasant
Getting what we want in our kingdom
Then what’s the point of going to heaven
TJ King Jun 2020
"Metaphors are Dangerous"
is something my mother said
To me recently while hovering breathless above
her calendar; waiting carefully between the spaces of functions, appointments, and birthdays. Blank.

I asked her why she had me.
What became of my first calendar,
my genesis, the foretelling of my arrival?

What was "god's plan" for that lifeless heap of events she threw away in an afternoon, after everything within it either happened or didnt? Was it whisked away to trash island, with the other spent husks that had the audacity of limited use?

Does it still exist?
Stained and useless, wretched paper
sprawled out in the sun. Has it been completely reformed? Sent out as several paper cups, a newspaper,  a birthday cap, a kite?

What would god think of "used" calendars? Would he? When he reached our day of being in the cosmos, did he look at us and say "you will be used or you will be nothing" and pin us to the wall? A useful but temporary tool?

Why do we begin something at all? Why must we blow the balloon up just to let it go? Is it still a "balloon" when it's lying limp in a stranger's field a mile away?

In my mother's silence I knew she had no answer for me, except that "metaphors are dangerous" as her hands full of paper-cuts flattened the page.
As a writer,I try to
Write write and only write.
Just to spill my thoughts on the board white.
I have no expectations for future be bright.
No tantrum no act of fight.
I just wanna potrait a world right.
Every writer is unique in his/ her own way. what is it you as a writer wanna do..???
will Jun 2020
a struggle to keep it together
an ideal that was always missed
unattainable in the very end
crushed by the realization
all that fumbling and tumbling
without ever having a reason
Prompt 73: Perfection.
Amanda Hawk Jun 2020
He asked me to confess expectations
An open dare to my emotions
My heart clanged against ribcage
Shaking the sturdiness of my spine
And I cried, each tear
Their own confession
As my expectations trailed down my cheeks
And I couldn’t tell him the truth
Or deliver him my hope
In a careful created box of words
I could trace the exit wounds of each exe
And the pain lingered, small phantoms
I wasn’t ready to let him go
So when he asked for a confession
I didn’t give him my emotions
Because how could I expect him to stay
When everyone leaves?
Next page