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Josh Jun 2019
Why does the tree seed fly?

To be like the hummingbird, or the bat?

Does it fly to claim independence from the tree?

If its wish is to taste the soil, to take root, then why not just fall.

Does the tree prepare the seed for flight?  

Do the fair hair seeds sit high atop the tree?

Does the tree seed fly to inspire us to fly? Or to fall? Or to fail until successful?

Ask the tree and it will say it has always been that way.

Ask the seed and it will say it has always been that way.

So who decides why the tree seed flies?

Not I.
Empire Jun 2019
I feel like running
I want to hide
To slip deeper into darkness
Dwell in the night
I want to throw these burdens
Off my weak shoulders
The heaviest of which
Is how much you care
It’s keeping me here
Teetering on the fulcrum
Between recovery and relapse
And I guess we’ll see
Which way the burdens
Force me to lean
Pat Villaceran Jun 2019
We're running as if
there's an end to this
a point where we say goodbye

When all it is is a cycle
we'll continue to rewrite

Learn, move on, don't redo
mistakes of dear old self
or you'll be left with nothing


but your own dreadful regrets
isabel Jun 2019
The writing on the wall
Watch the words fall through my mind
To pass the time
Tears sting my eyes
I can’t focus on reality
Nothing seems real to me
But i guess that’s just how i live
There’s no medicine to give me
To fix the way i’m thinking
Please don’t try to trick me
I don’t want your ******* pity
This is just my reality
What i’ve known my whole life
My only distraction is this ******* device
Watching the pictures run through my mind
But i’m wasting my time
Wasting my life
I find purpose in writing
And maybe i’m no good
But i promise i’ll keep fighting
Because i know that i should
I want to get somewhere with this
So i can finally live without this
Constant fear of failure
I know i can do better
I can show you these words mean so much
To someone
Someone like me
Who cant stop hurting
But turns to writing
To make use of her time
i promise im fine
this is exactly how i want to live my life
Empire Jun 2019
Okay, God
Let’s do this
You and me
At it again
I’ve forgotten what I knew
Lost my purpose
Got caught up in my desires
I don’t want to lose myself like this
Remind me who I am
Remind me what I’m doing
Remind me how to love you
Here you are down on your knees again
Trying to find air to breathe again
And only surrender will help you now
I love you please see and believe again
-Flyleaf
If there is purpose to life
Then it is death,
As all men die,
And some men mourn.
My “philosophy”...
Though, to me, there is no set purpose to life.
Z May 2019
33
I ran from you as fast as I could
Bitter wormwood on my tongue
Like a violin unstrung
What is my purpose
Was it on purpose?

To think that we could stay the same
My burning cheeks, my hidden shame
I still am wordless
Pat Villaceran May 2019
To stumble by thousands
The legions of failure
following your footsteps
wherever you go

The shackles were given
before you could speak
and nothing is permanent
'til your will says it so

You follow a path
of nobody's design
No blueprint, not witnesses
'Til you're up in the limelight

But you chose this, you did
When the heavens were broken
and your wings were clipped

You said, "Father, I want to see
how I will live, imprint a legacy
how I can defy the odds on me
how my weak body can cause catastrophe

Anomaly in the midst of suburban
An island that floats by the edge of a plant
a little bee with that one solo wing

Confused you ask, "Why am I thee?"

And the answer reflects back,

"Because remember, you chose to be me."
growingpains May 2019
you are your life's quest. the purpose of your life is to figure yourself out. you can spend ages thinking you know yourself but life will put you through situations to let you know you don't. discovering yourself is your mission.
We keep on finding things out about ourselves, no matter what age.
Much love, N.
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