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Jay 1d
I swore I’d keep my distance, but the thoughts refuse to stay quiet. On nights that stretch too still, I drift back to the places your shadow used to linger. A flicker in the corner of my screen, just pixels, yet they haunt me like something I once held close. I follow the traces that lead to you. Are they breadcrumbs you’ve left behind or traps? Either way, I follow, hoping they’ll guide me back to your path. Your status changes, and I read it like scripture, searching for echoes of the space I used to fill. There are windows left open that you once ensured shut. Maybe by accident. Maybe not. Maybe for me. A recently played song, a watched video, a game you spent your free time on, small offerings that I gather and tuck away like sacred fuel. And if you catch sight of me, just a ghost in the rafters, I hope you won’t turn away. I hope, even now, you’ll leave a light on for me.
I always carry a question, with me inside,
What is my purpose, why am I still alive,
I know there is a reason, that’s why I always try.

I was the youngest in my family, of five,
My parents, two siblings, and the lady I married,
Their souls moved on, when they died,
One thing I have learned, how to wipe tears from my eyes.

I personally don’t know anyone,
Living in the situation, I’m in,
Everyone, may not always agree, they still have family,
That they can call kin, I would have a hard time,
Explaining, the emotions & feelings, I carry within.

No one to make plans with, in any way,
Only thoughts in my mind, if I have a good or bad day,
I do know one thing, I am next in line,
To be placed, in a grave.
The End

                               The Original: Tom Maxwell © 5/05/2025 AD
If you
Dress for success
Wear nice clothes
People will talk
Oh Your one of
Those
Putting on airs
Supercilious
Conceited
Egotistical
Know it all
High and mighty
Self important
Attention seeker


If you
Dress simply
People will talk
You’re broke
Have no money
Lackadaisical
Pitifully
Poor

If you are
Successful
Prosperous
Thriving
Flourishing
People will talk
Inauspicious
Show off
Rubbing
in our face
Purposely
Making
Us look
Bad

If you are
Struggling
Phlegmatic
Unsentimental
People will talk
You’re
Languishing
Weak minded
In
The
Wrong
Place

If you
Speak
your mind
People will talk
You are
Superannuated
Antiquated
Archaic
Obsolete
Rude
Various
Opinions
Willingly
Conclude

If you
Stay Quiet
Quiescent
Indolent
Languorous
People will talk
You’re sulking
Brooding
Pouting
Self-deluding
Tantrum

Life is
convoluted
Opinions
Are like
Elbows
Everybody
Has one

No matter
What you
Do today
People
Will always
Have something
To say


Don’t let
Negativity
Rule the day
Mind over matter
Nonsense
Should not have
A voice
A choice
Useless chatter

Ignorant
Inconsequential
Naysayers
Are
Irrelevant
Players

As long
As
God
Is pleased
With what
You do
And say

Who cares
What people
Say
In the
Light of day

Live
God’s
Way



Inspired songs  

1) it’s complicated 2002
By Avril Lavigne
2) complicated 2004
By Joss Ross
BLT word of the day challenge
May 3 2025 sleuth, sleuthing
To Sloan is to carefully or methodically search for information, or to act as a detective
May 1, 2025
Convoluted
Something described as convoluted is very complicated and difficult to understand or has many curves and turns
Kat M Apr 29
Mingle, why don’t you
With fingertips of lover’s hands
Hanging on your every thought,
Each touching singing circles

Graced by cauliflower crinkles
Sprinkled amid skull candy
Resonance, eat me alive
Aspire to consume each morsel
Crumbled, scattered along
Crackling rivets submerged  
Sequencing soliloquies into lullabies

Maybe minds are meant for mumbling
Mixing whispers while wind whistles
Wishfully right near nothing

Invision, I am searching souls
Such journeys jangle
Jamming icy stares
Fighting tall standing fixtures
Towering into screams
Deafening anyone brave enough
Lingering foliage flusters us

Come hither, life is togetherness
So kiss my intimacy
Should daring define lifetimes
Forever hues don’t fade
Saturation stings true here
Feedback Welcome!

Poem Challenege: No repreating words
Jay Mar 19
And just like that, it feels like I’ve lost my best friend. No grand goodbye, no final stitch in the quilt of our time together, just emptiness where you once were. You’re not truly gone, just out of reach, yet everything we shared has slipped away. Every late-night game, every conversation about nothing and everything, just to hear your voice, now they’re only echoes, tainted by your absence. No game feels the same without the one I played it with. You taught me to grow, to love deeply, to mature. We built our own worlds, believing our love was endless, untouched by time. We laughed in the darkness, whispered lies in Salem, set towns ablaze. We ran for our lives, doing anything to save each other before daylight. We tamed beasts, explored new lands, built walls around our home. You mined, I crafted, together we created something that felt unbreakable. But even the strongest diamonds don’t last forever. We watched movies, tore through episodes of shows, filled the silence with laughter and jokes we never could keep to ourselves. But love is no armor, it’s no invincible shield. It shatters in hands that can’t bear the weight of pain. Now, I lie here, retracing our steps, searching for pieces of us in everything around me. I wake in the middle of the night, reaching for you, still lost in a dream. But this stuffed animal you gave me will never be you, and the silence will always be deafening. As quickly as you came, you were gone. Just like that, I’ve lost my lover.
Immortality Mar 12
The wind was howling,
the moon was glowing,
and me?

Trying to glimpse
the stars,
hiding from me.
trying to reach for something just beyond me.
Andy Chunn Feb 17
Just who we are, we may not know
We’ve traveled far, but more to go
I think we’re lost, but maybe not
At any cost, use what we’ve got

Report the time, and send the mail
Stop on a dime, when ideas fail
We lost the day, we cost the man
What will we say, do what we can

It seems to me, no matter what
Some things will be, some things will not
You search and seek, try not to fail
The boat may leak, but on we sail

So busy life, goes on each day
With daily strife, we find our way
It’s never clear, we’re never sure
With trembling fear, we will endure
Lostling Jan 31
Lost and lonely I drift

Wandering through hazy days

Looking for the chubby little fingers

That used to tug me around with laughter
Short poem. I was sad.
Malia Jan 27
i race across the boardwalk and
i taste the waves,
throw my phone into the ocean and
find some form of freedom—
whatever’s left will do! I’d do
anything to find out who i’m supposed
to be, i guess that should be me,
but i’ve never met that girl
(𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦?)
so instead i keep running and
you might ask from what but
only the Lord knows that and maybe
my tide-worn mother too but once
she tried to tame the frizz out
of my hair but it didn’t work because
she never expected to have a firecracker
for a daughter, 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳
𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, but i left that all behind so i could
race across the boardwalk
and taste the waves, but now
i am here and somehow the salt
tastes bitter.
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