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Life is here now, I can breath.
This is more than enough.
Let's appreciate the "small" things. Honestly though, let's be grateful for life itself. What an incredible journey! What a chance! What a wonder it is.
silvervi Jan 8
A thought is just a thought.
A dream is just a dream.

Because at nighttime dreams are thoughts in action.
I believe that and it helps me not to interpret too much into dreams. How do you think about dreams?
silvervi Jan 7
I am enough as I am.

I don't need to impress. I don't need to entertain. I don't need to please. I don't need to satisfy.

I can just be what I feel like being.
I can just do what I feel like doing.
silvervi Oct 2024
Nothing is permanent.
Nothing is permanent.
Nothing is permanent.

Just remember that.
Malia Oct 2024
The loveliness in the sky reminds
me that these clouds do pass with time.
This morning, it was dewy and dark—
drearily doomish, sullen and stark
but now the sun’s rays bring out the gold
in every crevice, to banish the cold.
Aidan Sep 2024
We are part of a fraction in the world
All trying to find our place
Floating like the air around us
But the only difference is visibility and how we make used of it.
What is our piece of the world
What are we carving out for ourselves to live in
The journey there is not easy
The journey there is not always found
But if it ever is,
Then grab hold and never let go
No matter how hopeless it feels in the moment
Now isn't that easier said than done
I myself cannot count on one hand the amount of things I stopped
All for reasons of lacking motivation or feeling insecure
Have not felt that what I am doing is enough to mean something

We are part of a fraction of the world
One that is made up of many types of people
Some we can understand
Some we cannot
But we are on the same planet
All trying to pave a way in the world
All finding the stepping stones to it
Even if it means losing things along the way
Even if it means losing ourselves for a brief moment
But there is a time
When we are all alone
Left with our thoughts
Left with the memories
Where we reflect
Where we are reminded
Where we are haunted
Where we see what we had
Where we see what we should hold onto
Words I try to keep in mind despite everything
Jeremy Betts Jun 2024
An abusive psyche
No might be
Cradle to the grave most likely
The lengthy reminder's set for nightly
However not by me
I have no say apparently

©2024
Jeremy Betts May 2024
I deleted the phone number
Along with every picture
All the things bought together
Every single reminder
And while erasing memories never gets easier
I forget to remember
That it's so much harder
To open up to anyone, ever again
But thankfully it isn't never

©2024
Jeremy Betts May 2024
I wasn't bred from good stock
Or birthed with any hope of a shot
Can't imagine that coming as a big shock
Couldn't possibly hide the rot
A thick scar dug into both wrists visually express what verbally I could not
Flesh color replaced the black rorschach ink blot
To clarify, a stark reminder was all I got
KO'd after a turned cheek an awful lot
Like knock knock
Who's there?
Just a nobody,
A lowly placeholder of a single census spot

©2024
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