Ryan Kane 10h

Where is the inspiration?
How do I channel it?
Do I wait in silence
for hours and hours
or does it only take a bit?

Why can't I write?
Even though I want to.
I got the ideas in my head,
but they never seem to come through.

Is it lack of confidence?
Maybe I'm no good?
Maybe I am, maybe I'm good,
but then I think
"What is the likelihood?"

Been a while since I posted. I don't know, why. Just haven't liked anything I've written. I don't even like this, but I had to post something. Have a great day!

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There she stands
cup of coffee on the table
looking around at the flowers and foliage
enjoying this early summer morning in the shade
a wisp of a sad smile
and lines on her face speak a long life.

I wonder where she has been
what waters what deserts or valleys
she has traversed
whose lives she has touched
how many lips she has kissed
whose passing she has grieved.

Now she's gone
but I thank God
for this interlude
with her
as I sit here with my coffee
looking through the window
in the coolness of the condo
writing and listening to guitar
feeling the peace of this morning
and gratitude
for this momentary encounter.

"Momentary Encounter," Copyright 2017 by Glenn Currier

August 1d

and i will shove
divinity so far down
your throat

you'll choke on royalty
it will taste like holy wings
but you too weak

to swallow a crown
like mine
you couldn't handle

being a god

I think about doing something
I think I should get a bike
My friend rides a bike
and she is happy
I think I should tell her to ride with me
I think about eating finger sandwiches
The ones in the deli
They look so pretty
It makes me happy inside
I think about tea
And making it with extra cream whip
And making it extra sweet
I think about riding a bike again
I don't have a bike
So I think about walking or
Running
Maybe getting some Oxford shoes
This time and wearing them to
church and looking nice
I think about a lot of ways
To feel happy
I think about scriptures
I should send to people that
Need them
I don't want them to die
I think about God's angels
Where are they?
I know they are here
They are doing a good job
While she is waiting for the abyss
I'm happy looking at the sky

Depression makes me think of ways I can feel happy but I don't actually do all the things I think about.
Eiram N 1d

I am just a no one
trying to become a someone
fighting with all my might and tiny body and iron-clad will
to soldier on and chase what sets my heart on fire
with an obsession for freedom and a hunger for every dream
that could never be formerly contained or directed into useful energy
they call “work”

They told me I was a dreamer
as if that were an insult
when the greatest men and women of all time
Albert Einstein, Shakespeare, Mother Teresa, Mahatma Gandhi,
believers, world leaders, peace makers, game changers
had nothing but crazy ideas in their heads
The innovations and monumental changes
were first mere thoughts planted in somebody’s mind
lifted to reality because of an inner devotion to fulfill them

And I wanted to fulfill them
so, so very badly
so I did the best thing I could do with them
which is to press pen onto paper
immortalise thoughts and feelings
triumph and pain and hate and love and joy
into art, a construct

so that my emotion became physical
my words more pivotal
my tears became my ink
projected into strings of words
which became my sentences
which became my anthems
and in turn became
a new life force

So I beg you not to look upon my face
or even my person
but turn to the words
for I am much less
and the words certainly more
As they have helped me so much in the past
I hope they will now be of some help to you.

                                          By Eiram N

Afiqah 1d

it was that little piece
of heaven and hell
in between
that made this almost heart
fucking sigh
from constant late nights
to warm, gushing confessions
and pure comfort
as we spread and unload
our battles evenly
to the wild, violent side of the moon  

-a.

Sitting, writing
Picturing a fantasized version of reality
Thinking if how it could be
Only if..
things were different

Waking up, still fuzzy and dazed,
Because the last relationship is only days away..
And you, here for me like the morning dew;
There for an instant until the sun burns you away.
Here for a minute until these feelings fuckin fade.
Yeah boy, my morning do..
I'm not a morning person, but I wake up and do you.
Leaving my hair a mess,
No walk of shame. It's my morning-do.
You, you. You only do you.
Can't figure your shit out, cuz you don't seem true, Boo.
You. Only aim to confuse,
Playing games with me, but I won't be your fool, no.
You.
You think I'm in it cuz you hit it.
I'll tell you right now, I do me, so get with it.
What is this shit I'm dealin?
Got me wrapped up in some feelin.
Here I am...
Kept in the dark, my morning dew. Yeah, that's you.
Alright, Okay...
So, I guess I'm feelin poetic.
But these words bein about you got me lookin kinda pathetic.
It's true.
And I wouldn't write you a love song if you asked for one:
Sara Bareilles.
Wouldn't open my heart just so you can pull a fast one.
I tell you this.
God damn, this shit is mental, and nothing's ever simple.
Gotta run from this.
Ready for a pitfall, putting up a brick wall.
Why's it come to this?
All.. I ever wanted was some real shit.
Can never win.
Gotta resist and dismiss this.
Tellin you I feel you, but it's dissipating.
Gimme some honest and some upfront, rather than more degrading..
You're evasive and indifferent.. so fuckin irritating.
Sick of waiting and you're not relating..
My morning dew.
Ooh.
My morning "do".

Driving home in a humid fog, grass still wet and mind racing, I gain inspiration staring at my dewy windows and contemplating my emotions as I'm entranced by the morning and the repetition of my windshield wipers.

Shocked my heart back to life
Haven't felt this good in a while
There's a feeling taking me over
I forgot this is happiness
I forgot how to breathe in deeply
I forgot how to consume these feelings
You're doing everything right
You're showing me everything is gonna be just fine

Check my vital signs
Look at me again in these eyes
Think my hearts beating
out of my chest
I could get used to this

Haven't even seen the best
Of you just yet
How can you be so perfect
Somehow I know
that you're worth it
How can you be so perfect
Somehow I know
That you're all that I need
You set my love free
You set my love free

Don't remember the last time
I've felt this happy
Don't remember the last time
I felt this comfortable with somebody
You bring a new meaning into my life
You're helping me see there are clearer skies
On the other side
You've been running through my mind
You've got a warm feeling so kind
Glad you came in at just the right time

Check my vital signs
Look at me again in these eyes
Think my hearts beating
out of my chest
I could get used to this

Haven't even seen the best
Of you just yet
How can you be so perfect
Somehow I know
that you're worth it
How can you be so perfect
Somehow I know
That you're all that I need
You set my love free
You set my love free

They say everything happens
for a reason
They say good things come to those who wait
I'm starting to believe what they say
You're making me believe more every day
Thought I was destined to be alone
Now I'm not so sure
Think I'm gonna let down these four walls
Just to let you in
Because I trust you with everything
So let me put my hand in yours
Bring you inside my world
Show you're the one and only girl

Check my vital signs
Look at me again in these eyes
Think my hearts beating
out of my chest
I could get used to this

Haven't even seen the best
Of you just yet
How can you be so perfect
Somehow I know
that you're worth it
How can you be so perfect
Somehow I know
That you're all that I need
You set my love free
You set my love free.

©2017 Written By Benji James

In the dead of night
These lines come to life
This is the legacy
That I leave behind
Am I awake or blind
I can't seem to find
The light on the other side
Am I, am I alright
Still holding on tight
Know a little, still, don't know a lot
Is this the way, I keep going off
Think I'm lost
I keep going off
I think I'm lost
I think I'm lost

Lost in the deep end
I think I might be drowning
Too much, too late
I've gone a little overboard
Trying to float
Keep my head above the water
Seas are getting rough
Do I say too much, too soon
Suffocating,
air leaving me like an open balloon
I've had enough of the strangers
Messing in my brain
Ever live in life
Wishing you were dead
Late nights in bed
I'm out of my head
It's not right,
give a little, lose a lot
That's how it goes

In the dead of night
These lines come to life
This is the legacy
That I leave behind
Am I awake or blind
I can't seem to find
The light on the other side
Am I, am I alright
Still holding on tight
Know a little, still, don't know a lot
Is this the way, I keep going off
Think I'm lost
I keep going off
I think I'm lost
I think I'm lost

Spill a little blood,
give into the screams
Frightened by these horrific scenes
Behind the silver TV screen
Looking for a script
I could apply to life
Hate not knowing where I'm going in this life
Have you got a plan
That maybe I could apply to mine
Always need a way out
Another formulated escape
I think I need to get out of here
Before I lose myself
Turn into something else

In the dead of night
These lines come to life
This is the legacy
That I leave behind
Am I awake or blind
I can't seem to find
The light on the other side
Am I, am I alright
Still holding on tight
Know a little, still, don't know a lot
Is this the way, I keep going off
Think I'm lost
I keep going off
I think I'm lost
I think I'm lost

There are gremlins in the closet
Monsters underneath my bed
Something invading my skies
Can't see what it is
Don't know what it is
Voices keep whispering in my ear
Not sure I want to do
What it is I hear
Something just sunk inside
Think my heart could stop at anytime
Pains in my chest
Vital signs, I'm still alive
Somethings out there
Coming for me
Reapers here R.I.P

In the dead of night
These lines come to life
This is the legacy
That I leave behind
Am I awake or blind
I can't seem to find
The light on the other side
Am I, am I alright
Still holding on tight
Know a little, still, don't know a lot
Is this the way, I keep going off
Think I'm lost
I keep going off
I think I'm lost
I think I'm lost

©2017 Written By Benji James

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