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dead poet Dec 2024
pick ‘em apart -
there’s lot to learn.
speak not -
‘fore it’s your turn:
your words soak dry, maybe -
try a different language;
be sure to see it through, for there’s
comfort beyond the anguish.

more choices, less free;
locked in - can’t find the key;
saw through misery, yet
tough as a tree;
a knight of the absurd,
you bend the knee.  

this isn’t the first time
you’ve hit the brick wall.
dash your *** with a pinch of salt -
stir it good, nice and easy;
get a good whiff of that
rare destiny.
  
for every tear,
there’s a heart that swells -
twice the thought of an oyster shell;
you’re a huntsman through the fall,
not for the wolves to prey;
they wait for you -
to make the wrong turn;

find another way.
to anyone staring at the blank page,
perhaps you can borrow a word or two from here.
just don't stop.
rip it apart.
reimagine it.
sing it.
feel it.
own it.
PUT IN THE WORK,
even if your LIFE
DEPENDS ON IT,

The MORROW of the STORY IS:
PUSH AND DON'T QUIT!!!

YES, THE CHALLENGE
can be HARD, but
HARD WORK PAYS OFF!!!

YOU ARE STRONGER
THAN YOU THINK, and
YOU ARE SO TOUGH!!!

HANG IN THERE and
GIVE IT ALL YOU GOT,

KEEP CLIMBING that MOUNTAIN
UNTIL YOU MAKE IT TO THE TOP!!

YOU ARE SO CLOSE TO
YOUR GOAL,
DON'T STOP!!

We ALL Have STRUGGLES,
we ALL have FEARS,

we ALL have DOWNFALLS,
and SHED MANY TEARS,

but ALWAYS
REMEMBER THAT:
JESUS IS NEAR!!

So, PLEASE TAKE HEED and
DO NOT BE DISCOURAGED,
PUT IN THE WORK, and in this:
BE ENCOURAGED!!


B.R.
Date: 12/22/2024
dead poet Dec 2024
oh, the rush!...
that wretched dream
subdues me into a corner of the room,
as i endure myself -
through phases of quiet desperation.
there’s a gap i can’t seem to fill
with my words -
it’s quite a gap;
astronomical;
though feels as short
as but a step.
i was begotten a slave
to delirium
it didn’t hit me -
oh, no no -
it dawned on me.
it was, and still is,
conniving it’s way  
into the sanctity of my mind.
i often feel betrayed by it;
my mind, that is.
ah, what a treat it used to be!
shimmering with sprinkles of yesteryears,
and as sweet as endorphins -
the dream baking in it;
nice, and plum.  
back then, words had the
power to move me.
instantly -
for they were novel,
and as fresh as the scent of
the 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘢 cake i’d smell  
coming from the kitchen
when 𝘮𝘢𝘢 would be in a
rather generous mood.

now, it’s just words.
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Let the weight of the world go,  
Like morning frost  
Beneath dawn's tender touch.  
Spread your worries over the earth,  
Not as stones, but as seeds.  
Watch how fresh roots  
Will comfort your despair,  
Nurturing it into strength.

Then emerge with resilience,  
As daybreak’s first steady breath  
Calm, enduring and inevitable.  
Do not dwell on others' requests;  
Your heart knows its needs,  
Longing to become more  
Than just something.

Wishing to be whole and unbroken
By time's constant haste.
While adrift with your name
on the wind's tongue,  
Carried by the breeze  
That understands the truth.  
These winds have carved mountains  
And have ridden the tides  
Of wild, untamed oceans.

Take a moment to compose yourself.  
Your respite is not submission,  
But the gathering of thunder  
Within the lull before the storm breaks.  
It is a deep breath before your voice  
Awakens the sleeping sky,  
The dawn holds its breath in waiting,  
As the burden lessens with time.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Vaishnavi Pathak Dec 2024
Life, a tapestry, so vibrant,

Strands of joy woven with sorrows, abundant.

Some are dark like shadows,

And some, soft and bright like meadows.

The needles of fear,

And the yarn of tears.

Together, weaving a path,

Reflecting the aftermath.

Look! She still stands,

Emerging out of the tangled strands.

With the needles of sorrow and distress,

She will weave a new velvet dress.

Her neck, adorned with pearls,

Her lotus eyes, closed yet full of moonlit twirls.

A smile so bright,

Guiding her like a light.

Now, she reclaims the tapestry,

Decorating her with glory.

The fragile borders have been strengthened,

And her spirit awakened.
Odd Odyssey Poet Nov 2024
Tranquillity and wealth; boundless treasures can feel almost
like a torment—a magnificent chandelier in the heavens
merely flickers like a cluster of torches.

Triumphs and setbacks; would the spotlight still shine on
those who remain oblivious to your struggles?
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
A false joyous face I slip on,
when they ask how I'm faring,
carving cheer from sorrow's worn stone,
painting sunshine over the depths within.

Dragging myself from the bed each day
becomes a spell cast gone wrong,
I'm the worst of all mages,
unable to conjure the power to be strong.

This sadness, is my sole remaining vest,
my washed out laundry hangs outside in the rain,
I'd rather not burden others with my plight,
So, I try to disguise my pain.

Rather than let the cat out of my bag,
I laugh and say "I'm doing ok?”
Though the truth lies buried, out of sight.
Masking the dark road I face alone.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Inspired a poem called When people ask how I'm doing? by Rudy Francisco
Lulu Sarmiento Oct 2024
Deep into the night, when the silence sits in, all I hear are my echoing thoughts.

In the deafening darkness and whispering winds, I'm home.
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