Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Lee 3d
Don't **** the pheasant
As the cruel core can
keeping dinner all to himself

A hunter, a man, a driven idea
Has not eaten what is in the pan
With no material, a harsh life itself

A fib is spoken aloud from his lips
"I would never shoot that bird"
This bird is my friend, a part of me

Yet her wings make a blur to tasty to look at
without him saying the word
"Shoot" he shouts as I die
Somewhat derived from "Pheasant", by Sylvia Plath. Same symbolism's! © Sep '22, Lee
Writing like slapping brushstrokes
on the page, typing with such speed
that the keys click loudly; music
to my ears. I will write like my
life depends on it, because sometimes
it does. Through lows and high, I
will make art, and maybe, just maybe,
one day someone will read them
and understand.
This window is my calendar and every sunrise feels like a Monday,
Where every leaf dances to the wind, up and down, in a spiraling parade,
I've grown jealous of the coat on every squirrel and the feather of every bird,
Skittering and fluttering their designs, jumping and flying without any concern.

My one and only attire has a lot to be desired, by comparison to say the least,
And my arms and legs, as numb and limp as stone, just can't even compete,
Although I may be bald, the feeling of standing hair slithers through my skin,
And I can't help but shed tears of joy, despite all this envy I feel within.

I should be running more, over emerald fields of blades, tickling up a smile,
I want new clothes, tighter than mine, that hug like a mother to her child,
I need to get out of this room, far from all these imitation ice cream walls,
Where a sweet aroma actually lingers, like concessions at the mall.

I'm just so sick and tired of all these procedures in my life,
Unable to carve up courage, choosing a needle over a knife,
Never having the literal nerve to just get up and leave,
Drowning in a bed comprised of a salty, sweaty sea.

But Friday is near, nature is there and I am here, a daydreaming accident,
And soon I will be free from all my "brave" and "strong" commitments,
Friday is almost here and I've become so sick that I can barely breathe,
Just one more day of chemo and maybe, just maybe, I'll be free.
Perspective of a cancer patient
CE Uptain Jul 3
There's a cross on the hill, by the old whiskey still
It marks the place where I found you
I was drowning in sorrow, no need for tomorrow
I was lost in that old mountain dew
I remember the night by the whiskey's firelight
I was sitting, while my head tried to swim
Suddenly I saw it through the light in your eyes
I found a way to forget all this sin

That old mountain dew runs deep in my veins
Now the Lord is my savior and in glory he reins
That old mountain dew is finally through
I've found my way unto you

The times have been hard, and the way has been rough
With you in my Heart I don't have to hide
Thank you, dear Lord, for the strength that you give
And for the courage you give me inside

That old mountain dew runs deep in my veins
Now the Lord is my savior and in glory he reins
That old mountain dew is finally through
I've found my way unto you
From my Inspirational volumes.
I'm getting older
I'm finding me
I'm realizing certain things like
I'm not my scars
I'm not my depression
I'm not the pain they caused me
I'm not filthy
I'm not pain
I'm not disease

I'm simply me
I'm loving and sweet
I'm music beneath my feet
I'm overjoyed over simple things
I'm moonlight and stars
I'm singing in the car
I'm anything i want to be
I'm simply me

I read a book for the first time in years
It nearly brought me to tears
About a girl and all her fears
As i read
In my head
I thought
Why does she hate herself so much
What's up with that
But then i look back
And that was me

I was devoured by my own destiny
I hated myself
I pleaded for help
I beat myself
I blamed myself
I became negative
And down
Always with a frown
I felt like a clown
I read this book
And it made me see
It inspired me

I have grown
I have changed
I have became
Less deranged
I found love
Within myself
And forgiveness
For my own hell
I am comfortable in my own skin
That is an absolute win

Take time today
To appreciate your accomplishments
Remember you are not your pain
You are not for their gain
You are you
And you can be
Anything you want to be
I want to be free
Like a leaf
Dancing in the wind
Going softly with a grin
Every so often I'll spin
And let others see
How they too can be
Free

That is me
And that
Makes me happy
: ) 🌿
Steve Page Jun 1
There’s a God who enflames.
He puts fire in the head
and though I have run, the wind
has never extinguished the flames,
though I have swum, the depths
have never doused them,
though I have sung long,
the music has never drowned them out.

So I have sat and I stilled
and as the flames settled
I found they were a gift, a friend,
and that this friendship warmed me.
And we ate and storied
our way through the nights.

And the flames took hold
as intended.
After Sheila Moylan’s exhibition, ‘Fire in the head’, an old Celtic expression describing being illuminated by inspiration.
sheilamoylanart.com
See also Acts 2  “And suddenly there came from heaven a sound like a mighty rushing wind, and it filled the entire house where they were sitting. And divided tongues as of fire appeared to them and rested on each one of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit gave them utterance.”
Ashwin Kumar May 31
You, I think about, every single day
Not only does it make me happy
It provides me hope
Whenever I mope
You are not simply an inspiration
In me, do you ensure perspiration
In order to reach my goals
If I achieve success
I will dedicate it to you, for your writing
Because, you keep me believing
Hence, never do I give up
In fact, the only way for me is up
Drives me, does your radical thought
Which is straight from the heart
About society, you give not a ****
Something that manages to make me beam
Even when I am drowning in a pool of insecurities
You pull me, bit by bit
Towards achieving inner peace
One does not have to be perfect
Thanks chiefly to you, did I realise that
Your fiery passion helps me stay afloat
Even when the ship of my mind is sinking
Due to too much overthinking
You enable me to get rid of the clutter
Thus, does my focus keep getting better and better
A true braveheart, you are
In spite of being a mother
Amongst the loudest, is your voice
Against all sorts of injustice
What better motivation, do I need?
Thank you, Dear Comrade
Jai Bhim! Vaazhga Periyar!!
Dedicated to the vivacious and tiger-spirited author, poet, translator of the "Thirukkural", academic and anti-caste activist Dr. Meena Kandasamy.
Phia Apr 30
I tend to lose myself in crowds of people.
A chameleon blending in with its surroundings.
It’s only when I am alone once more
That I can find myself again
From notes and inspired by I need solitude to see myself clearly by rupi kaur. Any advice on titles?
Eve Apr 29
of all the calamities
it's this one that does it.
chewing on fantasies
wears my bite down.
i'm eroding,
my feathers are fading         away.
i'm going,
to be someone

someday.
Next page