#arrows
I see people driving
A normal, daily task
Even though they are alone
They're still wearing a mask
I find this confusing
A mask inside the car
But, who am I to judge them
It might not be their car
They follow all the road signs
Stop when the light is red
But, still they go on driving
With a mask there on their head
They drive with such precision
Their aim, to reach the store
Once there, they can not follow
Simple arrows on the floor
They head up every aisle
Against the shopping flow
The arrows show direction
How can these folks not know?
Their mask is also missing
It is hanging off their chin
And when the mask is *****
They can't throw it in the bin
They drive home with no problem
They have no mask this time
They do things without reason
They do them without rhyme
It's really, really simple
When you're shopping in a store
Wear your mask correctly
And follow arrows on the floor
Stay safe, keep your distance
Wash your hands, and follow rules
Kids make it look easy
While adults look like fools
Wear your mask inside the car
No one says you can't
But, please follow the arrows
So others do not rant.
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC
She drew arrows on paper
Thin lines and angles
Head to hand, table to elbow
A neat triangle
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 1:39 AM UTC
He is perceived as youth
Younger than all
A child amongst the gods
However he was borne of Chaos
Bringing life through love
Chaotic and painful love
Uplifting and righteous love
Melting hearts
Make them as unyielding as steel
Arrows of gold and lead his tools
He uses them with wild will
Just as love is
Borne from chaos
His bow taught and waiting
Finding their targets
True strike of love
Rain your arrows upon me
So that I may learn
To love myself
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
He holds a quiver of bright silver
Champion of art
Chariot of the sun
His light warms me
Brings inspiration to my mind
His unwavering support in all things good
Great healer
Bringer of sweet gentle demise
He slings his arrows
Straight into my mind
Wonderful warmth he brings
Melting my stiff heart
Letting its aches and pains fall
Onto paper to turn into beauty
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
I have many arrows
Straight through
My heart
Penetrating my soul
Every time you hurt me
I danced with
Dandelions
In A breeze of hope
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 2:14 PM UTC
the blood drips thick red,
from my freshly done finger nails.
red like the lives wasted,
hearts broken days after this horrid holiday.
we celebrate the imprisonment of hearts,
and praise the ******
shooting arrows into those unwilling,
killing the innocent,
by causing invigorating pain
disguised by hallucinogens.
making us believe that this was meant to be
dosage so high, the butterflies in our stomach making it seem as if we can fly,
is our organs crying for help.
we are dying and don't even know it.
for a holiday that will fade.
bright red for our favorite Valentine's Day.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
The arrows of time
Struck into my soul
It causes pain and deep wound
But never last
Hurt disappears, wound vanishes
It goes forever in the past…
Anxiety for the future is nowhere
Enjoying the spirit of the present
The moment I have right now.
The arrows thrive on me forward
With no baggage
Am I being a free spirit?
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Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
I am fire.
I am fury.
I am explosions in the sky.
For now at least.
For as surely as the sun will rise, my short lived ignitive spark will fly, off into the nothingness of space and time.
Eternity.
And only the memory will remain.
Until that too dies.
First and foremost with me.
I am the arrows which once did fly, directly into the hearts of the king's enemies.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
Love is a four letter word
For your soul
To dive into
Why not beat the armoured trust
And hold onto the empty
Cause love doesn't know
another door
It always wants to fill me
With targeted emotions
I can't trust
But I don't want to rust
I don't wanna run
Never give up the fight
The answer is us
We live in your mind
Not in your heart
So follow the footprints
into the dark
your mouth will fill
With bitter pills
That poison the answer
Your tongue will hide
the greased stained lust
And rot out the center
Let me wash away
all your broken shame
So I can get into
The beauty that
I can't explain
I'm running from fears too
Your mind will not let go
Please Open up
I want you to feel soon
Your arrows fallen
Spilled with gold
What can I hold onto
There's targets on my heart
Need enlightened points
And I'm calling out for
ONLY YOU
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
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R are like arrows| /
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_____ _____
/ They \/ pierce \
\ Through your /
\ Hear /
With every word
Your heart brakes
A little bit more
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
There is no rain to bring relief to our sweating bodies...
only the reign of arrows... and their offering of stabbing pain
There are no stars to put on a display of dances and twinkles...
only the rotating show of the thrown daggers
There is not a river to reflect the beauty of life...
Only the blade of the sword... that reflects my possible death
There are no clouds in the sky to soften my spirit
only the low cumulus smoke of gunpowder and ash
There is no sun to shed its bright flame upon us
On the flickers and flashes of light of ignited bullets
There is no difference between night and day... they are the same...
Only the difference is who the enemy is.. and who is the Savior...
The grass no longer grows full and abundant in luxurious green
It is constantly trampled and stepped on... leaving it withered and tan...
There is no snow...no soft white snowflakes to give us a cold kiss
Only the bites of thrown, bitter, cold shattered pieces of glass
There are no vast variety of colors to adore... only two hues
Light and Darkness... So we can tell who is for us... and who is against us
* * *
The weather... and landscape wasn't always this way...
It wasn't the Lord's intentions to have such a horrific display...
What? What did you ask? What is it like on the battlefield?
Well...sit down dear child... and I will tell you...
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
Arrows in the back
Shot like bullets
Hit
Miss
Scrap
Hit
Blood runs red
Out of a torn away back
Drip
Blood runs red
In my head
Hit
Miss
Scrap
Hit
Down
Get up
Lifes not done
With you yet
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 8:18 AM UTC
Cupid seems to like me,
to like making fun of me.
He enjoys to throw around his arrows
with not much careful thought or good judgement
but simply for his own amusement.
Cupid seems to like me,
to like playing with me.
He enjoys to chase me around in time and space
with his arrows always carved too deep in my heart
most of times.
Cupid seems to like me,
to like torturing me.
Since his arrows always seem to miss the other living soul
while if i dare to pull out mine
it will make me bleed to death
from loving
too much.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 7:58 AM UTC
Eros' arrows must be broken,
Love's hands tied,
For else... otherwise... surely,
By him would she be loved
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC
Benny took
his bow and arrows
onto the grass behind
Arrol House.
Jim had a crossbow
with three arrows.
On the area
away from them
Jim had set up a target.
Mine is more accurate
he said
because I can view
along the line
of the crossbow
you have to view
along by where your hand
holds the bow.
Jim went first
and hit the target spot on.
Your turn now
he said.
Benny aimed
at the target
and fired his arrow
but missed the target
it fell on the grass behind.
Told you
he said
try again.
Jim went first
and fired
and hit
the target again.
Benny aimed
at the target
and hit it
and the arrow stuck
on the target.
That's good
Jim said.
They played around
with the arrows and targets
for quite some time
then his mother
said it was time for dinner
and he went in.
Benny went back
to his parents' flat
and put his bow
and arrows away
and had lunch.
He read in
a history book
that at the battle of Agincourt
an archer could fire
12 arrows in a minute
and an arrow
could wound someone
at 250 yards
but killed them
at a 100 yards
and in the battle
a 1,000 arrows
were fired every second.
I must tell Jim that
Benny mused
my arrows hadn't gone
that far maybe
if I took the rubber plunger
off the end
it would go
much farther
but it might be dangerous
he thought
and get in trouble
if I got caught.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
She paints the sky with arrows
that lurch into my skin,
such departure from the heavens
blown as kisses in the wind.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 5:01 AM UTC
A
S
w e
.tread
....along
...the paths
of life, comes
a time when roads
t u r n to z i g z a g s
sometimes beaten, painful
to walk on...and the blue sky
darkens to gray...and the clouds
hide from us, and the sun sets, and
we need arrows and rays to guide us
t h r o u g h:::::
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From nowhere
.........any hour
y o u appear
b r i g h t as
morning s u n
your BEAMS
ILLUMINATE
you are a light
that guides us
.....through the
[[[ D A R K ]]].
...For Timothy...
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC
My love your words are knives
Broken arrows impaled in my side
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
I am the message, I inspire
set souls on fire.
A vestige of hope in days of darkness
I speak words of revolution
I can be the solution if you act now
so don't detract from the words I am saying
and the message given
which is driven home with concrete verbs and feeling
sealing the change for the future
I teach I nuture souls with love and not disdain
I heal the pain of the poor
but i shame the guilty with words fired like justice driven arrows
to make them atone for their sins
but I let them change themselves within
and their ways
I am the message
think feel me
absorb my words.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 6:51 AM UTC
you are my armor
my shield against all things bad and harmful
I'm sorry I use you to block the arrows that are hateful comments and quiet sinister whispers
but when I'm in your arms I'm safe wrapped up in my armor
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
The devil can't find us here.
We're out of his reach.
His burning arrows can't reach us.
We're here in our own world.
Filled with hope and love. Invulnerable.
The devil can't find us here.
We're hidden.
His glowing eyes can't see us.
We're with each other.
Invulnerable.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 2:54 AM UTC