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Spriha Kant Apr 2021
I have always been reluctant for stepping towards the path of expertise because the kid inside my heart laughs out innocuously on my foibles which I prefer over demeaning.

©  SPRIHA KANT
Winnalynn Wood Mar 2021
Am I really here, or even real?
Are the people around me just glittering spiels?

Bending and yawning as an aching willow
Opening and weeping on splayed soft pillows

Fluffy and delicate, once never to shed
By and by warm an unkept withered bed

Vowed never to have been slept in
But a lowly spirit swelled within

What once was lost, could never be found
The root sprouted from trodden ground

A dwindling, pebbled little path
Swept away in a minute flash

Gone goes the summer and the sparrow groans
Never again is that reverence to be known
Perhaps a love misplayed might cease to be shown
Michael T Chase Mar 2021
While they spent a couple years in college learning calculus, I was emotionally imbalanced and so behaviorally challenged.
When I was on meds and learning music, they were learning differential equations, linear algebra, and real analysis.
When I changed majors to philosophy of religion, they were reading hundreds of math papers from journals in grad school.
When I was getting a master's in criminal justice, taking my first statistics course, they were working on their dissertation.
When I was getting an electronics degree, they were getting published and doing research at universities.

After that I started studying physics, then math.
I struggle still to finish basic Calc 2&3 problems, and find it hard to get help with linear algebra.
All I know is that my trajectory is anything but common.
And the way I cover material would not be taught in most schools and universities.
It is more like the Montessori schools: I have an innate path to psychological development, and I act freely, supposedly creating my optimal way.
Poor me... NOT
pcb Feb 2021
I believe that there's nothing mistaken
about how stars are aligned.

But dear, I am the moon.

Our path will never be entwined,
no matter how much we sob and whine.
We are...untune.
SiouxF Jan 2021
Mistakes
Are the lessons
We learn
On our path
To Greatness
🌈 🌟
Casey Rodger Jan 2021
I can not see the end
I can not see the start
So I keep my blind fold tight
And I follow whats in my heart

I do not know how near
I do not know how far
But nothing really matters
As long as there's fuel in my car

I'll forget I ever heard
The wonders in my mind
I'll try stay 2 steps forward
So that I dont fall behind

Where ever I may arrive
Where ever I may depart
I'll do what I do best
And I'll follow whats in my heart
Drew M Jan 2021
Cold we surpass the skies and clouds?
Could we be more than what we want?
Could we stay out of that crowd?
What if we’ll just be sad and daunt?

With all my hearth believe in thee
With all your soul you love me too
Grow up my love, we’re like a tree,
From small to big, we rise, we’re new

So don’t give up, forever fight,
Be strong as winter north winds are.
We found our ways, our paths are bright,
And light like dark night skies by stars.

Have confidence and shout ‘’we can!’’
Create a world just with your hand.
Spread out our love in all you have,
Go further ‘till the distant end.

And when that day, the Death, will come,
We’ll smile together, arm in arm.
And with grave tears in our eyes,
We’ll say to Death ‘’we touched The Skies!’’
Moza Jan 2021
"Why me?" You ask,
never the first, I think the last

I recklessly let my heart lose itself,
to the mere of unending stops
I wonder where my mind would guide my fortune
are they meeting, once and for all?

"It's our winding path" I answered.



- Moza
2021 first poetry I say
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