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Rain 3d
I long to write beautiful words,
That convey love and things like birds.
Poetry inspired by life,
Stories and tales of overcoming strife.

Instead, the words flow from darkness,
Metaphors oozing harshness.
Words inspired by pain and death.
Conveying my struggles through every shallow breath.

Songs and ballads about glowing angels,
Not demons and monsters portraying dangers.
Hopefully, one day flowers will start to sprout,
From the dying fire, I only knew about.

Words of life and glittering hope,
Emerging from darkness, my blindness will grow.
Music of old heartbreak transforming slowly,
Echoing through my paper and healing mellowly.
Yuzuko 5d
P)erspective is a kind, optimistic one
O)ne that is playful and fun
S)eeks answers in a adventures way
I)n the mind the light outshines the grey
T)ruth seekers in this lying, destructive world
I)ndirectly impacting and affecting another’s world
V)ictims to hate and utter destruction
E)ven moving with a head held high though the corruption
What does it mean to be positive? take a deep look at your heart and soul... find the moon!
Rubyredheart Jun 13
Cool crisp morning
Bright blue sky with scattered clouds
Happy children’s chatter
Snow-dressed mountains in the rearview mirror
Rise regally across the fog-cloaked Sound
framed by earthy evergreen spires…
These vibrations of sound and light
trace smiles ‘round my face & eyes
on this otherwise monotonous  morning drive to school.
Originally published 15th Dec 2021 | Edited 25th Feb 2025 | Edited June 13, 2025
Daniel Tucker Jun 18
When it seems as though
The human coil is unravelling
And we have peaked
Our REM of creativity
And we seem awash
In half-baked positive negativity
And the whole world seems
To be drowning in self-induced sleep
While even the watchers
Seem to have both eyes closed...

Turn this thing around
And open bloodshot eyes.
Stop your own unravelling
And delve deeper into creativity.
Strengthen the bonds of your own
Exclusive and non-exclusive spheres.
Allow your peaceful world to dawn
Even though the outside world drowns
In its own exclusive and non-exclusive pool of fears.
© 2025 Daniel Tucker
Shadows dance with light,  
Each moment shifts the view,  
Life's glass half-full, bright.
Damocles Jun 15
Maybe I am ugly,
It’s a fair point.

I’m not nearly as handsome,
After giving up the ghost on my hair,
After years of abuse to my joints,
The combat sports and bruises,
Broken bones, contusions.
Scars and reconstructions.

Maybe I’m not a particularly pretty packaged cup of tea,
But I’m plenty strong,
Built ford tough and could run through you Like a Ram.
I’m olive toned marble
With a slick tongue.

I am endowed in ways Aphrodite blushes
And taught just as well how to wield its power
I need not look like vin diesel
To know that I am furious and rarely fast.

I’m not an ogre
Or an incel
Ungrateful for life
Or stuck inside my own shell,
I’m half Sicilian and proud,
Part Mexican with a dah of Irish,
Green eyed, and hot tempered
Black belt, and fists of fury
Gun lover , and whiskey shooter.

I’m an artist,
Photographer for funsies
Love to camp, hike weekly
And I earn plenty of monies,
Clicking on a keyboard,
Penetrating weaknesses ,
Like chess boards
While coaching my underlings
New pawns I push forward.

So yeah,
Maybe I’m ugly,
But what I have in spades
Is the fact that when you call my name
It’s a statement of fact
I’m more man than most claim to be,
And I don’t try to dominate
It’s what’s bred within me
This one is a no frills, bare bones, me just fed up with negative talk. Whether it’s from a PDFile that’s stalking me, or just my inner voices, or anyone who has called me ugly or based me solely on my ethnicity
True happiness, a positive attitude,
Everyone has inside, they could spread,
With others, throughout each day,
So many hide, those feelings, or show,
A fast flash, then back to a negative,
Story, for some it’s like self-torture,
Not letting, the subject fade.
Someone trying to create something positive,
In this material world, today, spending, time,
Working around their own mistakes, they might hear,
That’s ok, unless they receive, a lot in pay.
So many have a bad attitude, is it a subconscious,
Trained reaction, taught to the public some way,
It would be a challenge, for most to just talk about,
Positive things in their life, repeating them, for just one day,
And walking away from those who complain, or talk negative,
With the words they say.

                       The original: Tom Maxwell  © 06/11/2025 AD
Look for the good in others, be positive with the words you say!
Khoisan Jun 8
"It's" all in your head
nature angel's and demon's
the entire staff

have a drink or light a spliff

get my drift
cRaFt
"It's" your draft
Sandy Jun 5
Want to roam around naked
But have to wear branded clothes to impress
To look nice
That is the conflict

Want to see  beautiful women
But have to behave ,look nice

Want to be an carefree animal
But have to be well behaved man
That is the conflict

I am somebody else
But have to be something else
That is the Conflict
I think all of us feel trapped at some point in our lives. We can not do the things the way we want, we have to follow societal norms.We feel bound .
This poem of  mine  tries to depict those feelings
Sandy Jun 4
Every Morning,when I rise, I do make sure
there’s nothing in my mind
nothing in my body
and nothing in my soul
as if I am a bottomless whole
as if I am a fresh born baby

Then I make sure,whatever work I am going to do
In the day
Will improve my mind,body or soul or
Somebody’s other body, mind or soul
And if my work is neither doing anything I said above
Then I am a useless monster just passing my time for sure

And when I have done the improvement work
Then every night, when I sleep
I feel mind like heaven
Feel my soul dancing
Feel my body energetic

And  if I have done no improvement work
Then I feel no difference between
Rising and sleeping.
I was a bottomless whole and still
Have achieved no goal.

Now you decide o people!!
Whether you want difference in your rise and sleep
Or you just want similarity
And remaining at the bottom of heap.

Choice is yours o people!!
Options are mine
I suggest you  to chose the improvement option
As it will take you to the cloud nine.

And then every morning, when I rise.
I do make sure……
I do make sure……
Straight from the old  diary
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