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nicoii Dec 2016
an angel has white wings because they have not been tainted by the world's colors yet.
they keep their chins held high, hand in hand in a long, unbreakable chain.

red for lust

orange for gossip

yellow for arrogance

green for jealousy

blue for depression

purple for rage

black for hatred

brown for gluttony

pink for self-consciousness

grey for hopelessness

and angels one by one become doused
and splattered
with all colors that aren't white
all different combinations
some with just one
others a rainbow
until the chain collapses
proving to be breakable
and the ones still white
grip tight to their friends and family
shaken and mortified

"protect the angels with white wings" i say proudly as my wings drip with green and blue and pink and grey.
the colors i struggle against the most.
"we couldn't make it
                         but maybe they can."
"some with just one; others a rainbow "
AJ Dec 2016
When the world knocks
I won't answer.

When the world knocks
I'll pretend to be asleep.

When the world knocks
I'll hide in my room. I'll hide myself.

When the world knocks
I'll know I should be there
But I can't.

When the world knocks*
I hope it knocks on someone else's door.
Sometimes we're just not able to help everyone.
Alan S Bailey Nov 2016
They forget pain, forget sorrow,
Then live in the dark, pluck hairs,
For that perfect look of tomorrow,
They sick their dog on the poor, the immigrant,
The downtrodden, the scapegoated. They give no
Honest time to what the less fortunate have in store,
They continue to work themselves for many an hour,
Pick up where they left off happy and content,
That all who oppose them will lose any help
In bringing them down from their cloud of power,
Then they take whatever they were after, laugh,
Chop off any hand or cut off that which "offends,"
That stands in the way and slows them down,
They will get what they are after and be the
Most "handy helpers" helping themselves around.
Chetan Sharma Oct 2016
We are strangers
In world of dangers
One thing to search
Just another stranger

Life is hard
I got on start
But where the sky
I see all dark

Light is bright
That is heard
Where the spot
And how far?

Things that told
Humanity in human
What is here
Is the selfish

Ages know
Stranger as trader
They give some
To get some

Ask me man
If fair it is
For secrets I give
I find loneliness

People so smart
Tell time heals pain
Again the trade
Not aid for pain

Trade as here
Simple no fear
Power to bear
But not to clear

Pain to gain
Isn't that great?
Responsibility with power?
I see empty tower

Where are we
You just think
Can you feel
Without a blink

World now changed
**** for pleasure
Feeling or promise
Anything you wish

What I search
Is just my stranger
To light my sky
With love not cry

Meet me where
My world tends to die.....

Lost in sand
Take my hand...
xmxrgxncy Oct 2016
me?
i'm going to start a tally
of things i've done wrong
but i need you to tell me
what it is i'm doing
before i can know how
to change...
Graff1980 Aug 2016
Today I stopped to help a stranger
Pulled over on the highway’s shoulder
to make sure they were ok

but for every one time I do that
I recall ten or more times
I looked the others way
Because I had somewhere to be

Today I picked up a stranger even though
I know that in my state it is illegal
Most people are scared but not me
Even though for every one time
I picked up a stranger that I found
There was five or more
Where I left them on the road

Today I gave a homeless person
Some money and or some food
I felt good, pride,
That is not something everyone
Would try to do

But for every one or two
I am able to help
I can see a hundred more
Some starving in silent desperation
Some crying in public locations
Some holding up signs

Most I recall haunt my mind
And find their home in these line
I write and cry knowing I can be better
Knowing I can do more good
But knowing that it would cost me
My hard earned peace of mind
My hard earned wallet of green
And all those other precious things
That apparently I value above
Other human beings
I set freedom
For the people of the world
To understand what really happen
When you don't have freedom
Without eating and drinking to fill
Your belly.

Helping others is an achievement
To be able to let others be free
That is Wrong from being stupid
Like doing things you hate to do
And feel uncomfortable.

Freedom is ready for everybody in the
Universe today
To felt an holy spirit to have freedom
God is I am who I am
And I believe what god say.

If freedom is everywhere
God is everywhere in the universe
Freedom is saving the world
Saving the world is freedom
So let there be freedom today and
Tomorrow.

               By K-mari ©2016
Freedom is the key for saving the world and helping others.
Dawn of Lighten May 2016
Needing to pull some cold hard cash at the atm,  I gave a cold glare at the homeless man sitting on the floor by the gas station outside near the entry way holding a sign.

Not out of hate or anger, but curious as to what he asked for on the sign he held, because I did not want him to know I had any compassion to a fellow humam being.

After pulling some money to leave the gas station premise, I  glared at the homeless man holding up the sign once again, but this time squared on the eyes, and then asked him what was the sign for.

"I'm looking to hitch a ride from Louisville to Lexington Kentucky, and then to Pennsylvania."

Still glaring at him with judging eyes, and wanted to hear the man talk. I proceeded to ask him.

"Is that all you are asking, nothing else?"

Giving me a desperate glare.
"Well, if cash, or anything will do, and if I was going to use it on alcohol, i'll generally tell people ill use it for that.

Became more curious I asked him if he had a meal yet?

He then nodded yes and he was okay.

I then gave him a smile and handed him a Alexander Hamilton. The homeless man thank me and promised he wouldn't use it for alcohal.  

I told him "do as you like, I will not judge you!"

There is such a thing as love that require nothing, and expect nothing from a fellow human being. While I had no intention of judging the man, I had to be reserved in my curiosity, and I will not be a sucker to the people who abuse the system.

While the glare was unnecessary, I did not want to show my compassionate face that may have given the homeless man any teleprompting of my weakness to hear a sob stories, which I am a sucker to!

It was not my place to judge the man,
I been to rock hard bottom myself,
and some times give little isn't so bad!
When honesty is so hard to come by, it is refreshing to hear a man who has nothing more to lose speak his honest intent! Truly is it so wrong to give a helping hand, even if it is a moment?
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