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Udit Vashishth Apr 2018
Once upon a time there was an
uninhabited and abandoned island.
And a man ended up there as his journey was very unplanned.
Water was spread in every direction as far as eyes could see.
There was nothing but few insects and a tall coconut tree.
He wasn't there alone, he was accompanied by few friends.
Enthusiasm, Determination, Patience and Hope all were holding his hands.



The first 2 or 3 days were more like a picnic and everyone enjoyed.
Enthusiasm was very excited and made everyone look rejoiced.
But as the days passed by, he looked dull and weak.
He was the first one who couldn't even stand a week.
Losing Enthusiasm the man looked irksome.
Other friends tried soothing him while he was sitting numb.



It's not that easy to withstand such a harsh environment.
Nothing much to do and there's no source of merriment.
Then the day came when Mr. Patience lost his cool.
He also left the man there because a bad workman always blame his tool.
Losing Patience, the man became cranky and he freaked out.
Running away from the shore and into the woods he would shout.



Few days later Determination had something to say.
The man knew already so all he could do was just to sit and pray.
Determination brushed passed him while he was leaving.
Now the man just used to lay on sand & stare at the blue ceiling.
The man & his Hope would lie down in the Sun.
Difference between day & night! He could barely discern.



Though almost all of his friends left but Hope stayed by his side.
They still were holding hands facing high and even low tide.
But there's a limit of any person's strength and endurance.
How can a person stay alive when he had already lost his Patience?
He was watching his Hope and himself dying.
At night, under that coconut tree, both of them were lying.



When he couldn't even open his eyes and the sight of stars was unclear,
Hope came crawling near him and whispered something into his ear.
Gathering all the power he had, he saw with his blurry sight.
Out of nowhere, a motorboat was approaching, in that hour of plight.
Just because of Hope he survived in that dreadful domain.
Having Hope by his side, all those friends that were lost, he would regain.
Everyone loses hope in their life. Only those can make a difference who keep their hope alive until their last breath
HTR Stevens Apr 2018
Life is sweeter than a flower,
Tho’ silently goes like dew;
So make good use of each hour;
Show the best that is in you.

Show a face of sunshine cheer,
A smile on a tender face;
Show your courage, show no fear;
Show the best in human race.
Jenovah Nov 2017
it's
    okay.
     okay?
 it's
     okay.
              tomorrow
      could
be
a
                  better
   day
Alister Benn Mar 2018
Never more so than today
I see me in you and listen

I understand now why it’s so hard
When not even you can withstand

In the crackling dryness of your stems
I see nothing but rigidity and death

But at my feet a ****** reaches for heaven
Naked and pure even as the rain spits on her delicate face

The mightiest ground to dust, the solid made weak
The weakest cracking rocks and the ice crushing all

The sun, the moon, the waves, they dance
Their joyous frivolity that teases the air

Even as darkness engulfs me
I know the dawn will bring hope

I nurture your weakness as you give me strength
I cherish you for your gifts, challenge and sight

You are and I am, I am you also, we are
And that makes me smile, itself a gift to all…
I am a landscape photographer by profession and spend all my time outside. It gives me great insight into myself and my relationships with the environment.
The pain
has faded.
I don’t need it to end.
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel,
at least a little.
I can see the optimism in
life.
I can see Everything,
and I thought that was enough
but maybe it's too much

because nothing’s going to change the fact
that I see myself as a walking dead girl.

I can now bare the pain
in my head.
But the pain is still there.
I’m still in the tunnel.
And even though I’m doing better,
I don’t think that it’s
Enough.

If I once was supposed to
**** myself
then maybe
I wasn’t supposed to
live.

The pain
has faded.
I don’t need it to end.
I’m happy,
at least a little.
I’m fine

But nothing’s going to change the fact
that I see myself as a walking dead girl.
A pitch dark night
Will be overcome
By a broad day light,
Seeds below
The earth that lie,
Soon open
A thankful eye
To the heavenly father
In the sky!
Then why? Why?
Should you and I
Allow our ambition
Wilt and die,
See our dreams fly by,
When say
A Hurdle
Block our way!
We must never admit
When a dead end
We hit,
There is no
Getting round it!
We should know
When God shuts the door
He will open the window!
Hard we have to fight
To hit a target heartfelt,
The sky is the limit
Let's go for it!
Never say die!
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