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Mark May 2020
To the gal who was always by my side
I say, thanks to you, I can almost stem the tide
You were there for me, in the good times and the bad
Even though it was the sixties, it was more than a passing fad
Those distant memories are still etched upon ones mind
For you have made me the man, that you know is so kind
A better person, than the one you never really knew before
So my utmost gratitude, to the gal who I’ll always adore

Don’t feel guilty, it’s not your job in life
Be yourself for me, for I’m the one in strife
I’m not scared of death, just the act of dying
So live your life, ‘cause there’s no use in lying
Back on the mountaintop, with a storm rolling in
We were sitting on the porch, so why not sing
The dark clouds are hovering, so let it be
Waking early every morning, saying, why not me

When I’m six feet under and the days are still golden
Remember it was my parents who got me enrolled in
No signature needed, just pay the balance, when it’s due
All I wanted was a simple life, even if it wasn’t brand new
Learned from elders, reminisced from the youth, nothing to lose
Mainly lived my life, in the here and now, walking in my shoes
Felt joy of love, ached pain of loss, add some envy and greed
Farewell my family and friends, your memories are all I need
Jared Apr 2020
I've always feared
That all this love I give
is for nothing

Then, I faced death,
her warmest embrace
she  w h i s p e r s  to me

"That love isn't for nothing,
of all the life I can take out,
of this universe and beyond,"

"there is only one thing I cannot ****,"

"love"
leeaaun Apr 2020
Someone's happiness can never be yours.
So, learn to be happy
With what you have
Been blessed with.
thoughts well Apr 2020
I learned that
Happiness can be a thing

But this thing should not be...
Cannot be...
And will not be...

A person
Do you know the importance of teachers
That question is a lesson in itself
How do you learn to achieve wealth
Receive a doctorates or even a black belt

There’s a great teacher around
Great with a ball or maybe a wrench
There’s a great teacher around
Preparing great meals or building a fence

Like super heroes from distant planets
That come and save the day
Our heroes from the world of academia
Come and lead the way

Just for what you stand for alone
You should be forever bestowed in favor
Facing the most daunting task of taming & guiding the beast called human nature

Ode to those undervalued teachers
Who make education allure & dapple
You are revered by me and many others
With much love and many apples
The Teachers Dedication is intended to send cheer and appreciation to you and all the teachers around the world. Share it with someone special..!!
Tea Apr 2020
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Days aren't as heavy as before...
I've forgotten the words that were so sore...
"Position! 1, 2, 3!"
There you are, watching me...

I don't feel the scars in my core...
Sadness isn't my best friend anymore...
"Head up! Back straight!"
There you are, I see you wait...

It doesn't feel like my heart tore...
I've found something to live for...
"Watch where you take breaths! Louder!"
There you are, my eyes go to your shoulder.

I've reached the shore...
Now I can start to explore...
"Smile! Otherwise, you look like a wreck!"
There you are, my eyes go to your neck...

I hear growls and a roar...
I've no idea what the future has in store...
"Do it over! You have to win!"
There you are, my eyes go to your chin...

Giving up is not what I'm going to do...
No one stops me, no matter who...
"Stop being scared of being loud! You don't know fear!"
There you are, my eyes go to your ear...

My thoughts stop trailing away...
I hear what my teacher has to say...
"You are ready. Here are the stage doors."
There you are, my eyes lock with yours...

A few paces to the left and then to the right...
To where I am in plain sight...
I close my eyes and the first notes bring me in the mood...
Suddenly I'm not where I stood...
I'm there where there is no rain...
The sound of my own voice brings me back again...
I look out over the people watching me...
Suddenly I don't care what they see...
I close my eyes again and dance my way around the stage...
I don't care about my wage...
I come back by the microphone...
And even though I'm not alone...
I sing like my heart will break any second now...
Then, my voice fades away and I end with a bow...
I want to dance off stage but suddenly everything fades away...
I look up in the sky that is still grey...
A teardrop rolls from my eye...
And I start to cry...
Surrounded by stone...
Cold and alone, cold and alone...
This was another style I tried, Sorry for the depressing plot twist in the end.
Clay Face Apr 2020
Totality escapes beneath me, all that I’ve left unexplored collapses unto me.

Triggered, by self centered inundation, I might as well be gone.

For what do I provide the collective? But neglect and self indulgent plunder.

Relive this aeonic cage, cyclic and persistent. Yet each existence we reach a new peak.

So benevolent, and elegant. I need to relive samsara to fill my void.

Be meaningful to others. Because I do not matter, what I do matters.

Momentarily, this escapes me, shameful and foolish, I must regain such tonic insight.

It combats my abysmal fear of inconsequentiality.

I’ve reflected in infantilism, however I think I’ve found what guides us to actualization.

At least myself anyway, I need to mean something to others.

I need to teach and learn from my peers, whom I overlook as of now.

How myopic and repugnant. White from shame I apologize to those who’d listen.

I open my arms to all. Let me help, show me how to help.
Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2020
Time may taught One
When to scroll
When to walk
When to run
When to jump
When to stop

Still there is
A way long
For ever and ever

Where?
What matters
Genre: Observational
Theme: Learning
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