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Tony Tweedy Aug 2019
Have you faced a fear and known the power of its defeat?

Did you find that your new fear is the not fearing it no more?

Replaced now by a fear of the known roads that lead you to be that brave again and the knowing that you can?

I have drawn back from a world where those roads are where I am compelled by choices not my own.

Instead through isolation I choose not to defeat that fear again. Along that road I know the destination that awaits.

I fear those roads and those who would lead me there.
And as with you and your fears... it is from them that I hide.

I know my own bravery and the point at which I break.
That road for now best avoided and the one way sign well marked.
Once again words that would be censored are omitted....
I hope your fears leave you room to live. I hope too for those who need it you know there is some understanding out here censors or not.
Jim Davis Jul 2019
If one not in love,
are both out of love?

©  2019 Jim Davis
Desire Jan 2019
Changes are life-transforming, and they all start with the renewing of the mind. You need change to make change. You need change to bring change. To renew your mind is to change your mind. Change it. By reading different books, listening to different podcasts or music; Feed it with life-sustaining and culture-cultivating material and influences. It matters. All of it.
XLVI. MARCHING ONWARD (PART 3): CHANGE OF MIND
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Inspired by some of the words from the late Martin Luther King Jr., present-day people pushing in life, and other current circumstances...
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"THIS IS OUR HOPE... THIS IS THE FAITH WE GO BACK TO... LET FREEDOM RING... FREE AT LAST [ONE DAY]..."
Desire Jan 2019
In the midst of uncertainty for tomorrow or even today, there's a confidence and courage found within that forces us to win.
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This grind. This grit. This goal-oriented, goal-achieving, gift-cultivating, courageous and confident, bold, brave spirit, comes from a place of hope, and that hope being for change.
XLVI. MARCHING ONWARD (PART 1)
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Inspired by some of the words from the late Martin Luther King Jr., present-day people pushing in life, and other current circumstances...
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"THIS IS OUR HOPE... THIS IS THE FAITH WE GO BACK TO... LET FREEDOM RING... FREE AT LAST [ONE DAY]..."
ManxPoetryGuy Dec 2018
They say love is fleeting,
But why does mine feel forever?
My love is of the forbidden kind,
My love for him will never be returned.
Oskar Erikson Sep 2018
these words that never found a mark.
said louder,

(i just want to connect)

and then louder.

which fall on non-interested ears.
Elizabeth Zenk Jun 2018
A conversation with you is one through a one-way mirror.
I hear every word you say.
You only hear your own words bouncing off the cold, concrete walls.
You ramble on for hours about what you think is right.
You can't even conceive of listening to foreign, challenging ideas.
Everything I utter gets lost.
A conversation with you is one through a one-way mirror.
Frustration builds a dam in my chest, preventing the waters of mutual respect from flowing.
You have taught, no, trained me to not speak to you.
Why waste my time talking through your one-way mirror?
If you refuse to listen to my only words
I refuse to talk at all.
I refuse to talk.
bakunawa Jun 2018
there was a
      lantern
              perched in
                  my hand
                      and i was
      too afraid to
                           light it
                    yet the horrors
    in the road
        wasn't what
                terrified me,
            it was the destination ahead.
                        the light i held
              sought the
  road to
       illuminate
                 and yet
                       i just know
             it wasn't
                   the road
       i was taking
                nor could it be
          the roads
                     i will be passing...
                                it will be the road
              i take when
                            i finally decide
                                                to take a u-turn.    
with one foot down and a weary knee
                      thinking about
        every afternoon
             going to the 'right' garage
                      after strolling in the
                   wrong neighborhood
                             staring blankly
                                  at all the cities
              all the towns
all the villages
     all the blocks  
          all the intersections
               all the streets
                         in all garages
        that could've possibly been 'right'
                   and one that could've
              possibly been home
    possibly been hope
                         i park at the house.

          all i see is a
                one
             way
                  street
               stretching
                         forever
                             in front   
                               of me...
                               and the ride back home
                      so far away------
                                               finally
                                                   i
                                              found
                                                the
                                            reason
                                             to
                                       light
                                    up
                    the
way.
crash?
Juniper Zed Dec 2017
I sometimes question you within my mind
In our imaginary chitchat
Why you had to go
And, more importantly than that, I wonder,
"Why I am so bewitched by your fleeting smile."

It doesn't stay, but it's sealed into my vision
Everytime I meet your ghost I'm haunted by that kiddish grin
The same one that you bewitched me with
And that has bent me ever since.
That smile you leave ingrained in me is trapped within.

And then I realize you're just a person
It was never between you and me
And then I'm overcome with sadness
As I notice my contrition now is meaningless.
This feeling deep inside of me— it survives with me, but died in her.
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