sara 4d
Deep down I know what I'm searching to find
I race through the trees but there's nowhere to hide
I follow the scent but it all smells like pine
I look hard for the truth but then lock it outside

I leave it shaking, shivering, cold
on a mountain top where the four winds blow
Until I start drinking; warm, inside, alone
then I'll unlock the door, invite truth to come over

"You can't stay for long", but he takes a seat
and comfortably takes a few gulps of my drink.
My lips to his neck and his tongue to my mouth,
in the thick of it all, it all somehow comes out

What I want, what I need
Things that I couldn't see
Things I ran from, tripped up on frequently
Labelled them nightmares, just too scared to dream
I learned to stop running when truth came to me
don't run I guess is the moral of the story
Oh darling, learn to thank the rain.
Let it crash, soak, and pour.
Don't ask it to go away; don't beg it to be tame.
For it is through the storms that you learn:
We need the water to bloom and be more.
Feeling sad
Discouraged
Need someone
To console me
To hold me
To envelope me
In warmth
To handle me
With care
And love
To tell me they'll be there
Always
When I need a backbone
A support system
When I feel fragile
Broken
Someone to tell me
"YOU'RE FORGIVEN"
When the weight
Weighs me down
When I've been
Knocked down to the ground
Need someone
To hold me and say
"EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY"
Someone to remind me
That where life strives
Hope lives
That where there is darkness
Light can be conceived
That in a world filled with greed
There are still people that give
Selflessly​
That love relentlessly
I need to be surrounded
By these people
I need to be saved
From this hole
I dug for myself
I need a new perspective
And a fresh start.
Thanks for reading.
SoZaka Apr 15
waves of blue prisms crest on and on
below the minds eye in our aquarium
tropical drinks for thirsty dreams
lava flows in radiant steams,
into coral caverns
safe from all but the tides
of life
Vyscern Apr 12
The saying goes, of sticks and stones
Only words could never hurt
Yet hungrily, infested me,
Rooted deep within my earth

Lies the pain of loss, not gain
But only discovered power
That found within a demonic grin
Would surely, destroy, devour

Consumed within the origin
Of bounds beheld by greed
At abyssal depths of consciousness
Sprouts insanity from seed

To view the bliss of ignorance
Another soul be claimed
In fire and burning brimstone
Begs the question of "what is sane?"

Perspective held and all is lost
For who knows right from wrong?
You never see, such sprouted seed,
Until you've found where it belongs
Abigail Hobbs Apr 11
New flowers grew near
and adorned her
as she gained new perspective
Springtime became her body
And winter sent well-wishes
to the coming longer days ahead.
2/26/18
(Reverse Poem)
[Read it normally down to see a terrorists point of view then read line by line from bottom to top to see the freedom fighters view]

We want to,
Not that
We must.
We bomb, pillage, and raze because
Freedom is what is wanted most.
These lands belong to us,
No matter the cost!
This is a draft and I plan to make it longer, but I wanted to get this out there to hopefully inspire others (plus I am stuck currently, writer's block). Any constructive criticism, support, and suggestions are most welcomed!!
Pound for pound I’m like an ounce away from being great
But an ounce is starting to feel like a 3-pound paperweight
I look around and all I see and hear is fake
There ain’t enough silicone in the world for “them” to take shape

They say the sky is the limit
So I’m building me a scraper that I can escape to when I need a minute
The world is pissing me off lately - let’s face it
People are filled with hatred and most just fake it

My perspective is my own I write down what I know - it’s how I grow
I’m not trying to break the mold, I’m just trying to be bold
I don’t like it when people brag about themselves – I think they sold their souls
I surround myself with friends and followers, but not gold!

Don’t get me wrong, I’ll take your money;
It’s funny how the world turns, but I don’t do what I’m told
It only takes once or twice to realize that fire burns
After a while the fire turns - I quit playing with it, but you don’t
Mark Wanless Apr 5
Tomorrow Never Comes

I saw you

I saw you

I saw you

I saw you

I saw you

I saw you

I saw you

I die

   tomorrow
The sun has never been higher. Reflecting brightly off everything it touches, like a house made of mirrors and glass. Or at least that's what they say.
It's all about perspective I say. Your sun may be bright but mine is no brighter in the most moonless light ever in existence. If only I would get up and open the blinds.
First one worth anything I guess. I'm not to good at this but I respect of poetry very much. Lots of love for my wonderful girlfriend for helping me open the blinds in my life lately
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