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Help me!!!!!,
I have fallen, and
I can't get up!!!,
these burdens are
heavy, and I have just
had enough,
things have gotten
hectic, and things
are getting tough,
these rugged
mountains are rocky,
climbing on
them is getting rough,
I feel like I am Falling,
please catch me if you can,
lift my soul and my spirits, and
please help me to stand,
feed me some knowledge, and
please Help me to Understand,
give me some Inspiration,
so that I can Comprehend,
I have fallen to the ground,
So please lend me your hand!!!


B.R.
Date: 4/17/2025
Io! Maestro dell'essere,
mente a scacchi,
pronta a muovere la prossima pedina
con apatia e ordine. Ordine.

Non implorerò, mai, di avere
un nuovo paio di occhi
che non vedano in bianco e nero,
magari solo meno ingenui, idioti.

Ormai non mi vedo più nello specchio:
spalle, alzate.
Schiena, inarcata.
Capo chino. Pietoso. Indegno!

** già tutto quello che mi serve:
mani di pietra e velluto,
una fronte, rugosa, che parla,
risate tra il folle, e il nobile. Nobile.

///

Me! Master of being,
chess mind,
ready to move the next pawn
with apathy and order. Order.

I will, never, beg to have
a new pair of eyes
that do not see in black and white,
maybe just less naive, idiotic.

I no longer see myself in the mirror:
shoulders, raised.
Back, arched.
Head bowed. Pitiful. Unworthy!

I already have everything I need:
hands of stone and velvet,
a forehead, wrinkled, that speaks,
laughter between the madman, and the noble. Noble.
When you know yourself, you can start love your evilness
Jeremy Betts Mar 13
A physical scarecrow
A field of life, me alone in the middle
Stacking another tomorrow
Let's in a bit of hope to barrow

Allowed to live in a place
With maybe just enough space
Between better and worse case
To balance a scenario that's fallen far from grace

©2025
Abel Dec 2024
Wir fallen
Gemeinsam durch schwarze Wolkenwelten.
Bis es keinen Grund mehr gibt und wir beide
Weder oben noch unten kennen.
Wenn wir durch die Wolken fliegen,
Könnte es das Ende sein.

Es gibt keinen Halt mehr.
Für keinen von uns.

Translation:
We fall
Together through black clouds
Until there is no more ground and both of us
Know neither up nor down.
When we fly through the clouds,
It could be the end.

There is no more stopping.
For neither of us
greatsloth Dec 2024
Why do the songs
Of the fallen of love
Nibbles my heart
Yet I have never been loved

Why do the songs
Of the festival's dancers
Makes my lips jump
Yet I'm rarely filled with joy

Their slow and fast rhythm and beats
Invites my mind to imagine
A life that I didn't live
A life that I wouldn't feel

Their voices tell me stories
One that I shouldn't know
But on my mind will stay rent free
Until I grow into one dilapidated fool.
Sudzedrebel Nov 2024
"I am a victim of circumstance."
Are we not all?
Play not devoid
But freely strum the chords
Of sympathy and even empathy,
Far from pieces which are familiar,
For situations one might sparsely fathom.

When someone's fallen
Reach out a hand to help them up
Even if it slows you down,
Even when it is not expected.
For when is a fall the expectation?
And who among us is the exception?

Reflect, act, remark.
If I am to cross the line which signals finish
It will be knowing you
Have completed the marathon.
Having waded the haze that is "competition,"
In a day & age where that means so little
And should still mean less,
I will have been obscured by nothing.
For in that trek, I won;
In the journey of the sport of love
I went the distance for a companion.
When I knelt,
I chanced a "prize"
But it was you who made me champion.
BipolarBear Oct 2024
I am not crazy.
Not to the naked eye.
On the inside however,
my humaness shines.

Yes I am crazy.
Revealing it only to you.
My love, we love to argue,
but I admit that you always knew...

The most sane thing I've done,
is be crazy about you.
BipolarBear Oct 2024
It is both comforting and terrifying.
I've never felt anything like it at all.

I know not if it is love,
but now one thing is for sure;
I sure as hell have never
loved another boy before.

No human language can ever explain.
I can never judge any two lovers again.
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