#betterdays
Are you stuck?
Need some help up out that rut?
I can lend a hand to some stuff
sunk under the surface
I don't even need to look
Like pulling up a plug
Don't give up
Never give up
Small steps first
Don't give up
You'll turn your walk
into a strut, trust
'Cause you are worthy
You are loved
Don't give up
Never
Give
Up
May 2, 2024
May 2, 2024 at 4:40 AM UTC
All I can do is pray for a better day,
But recently all these days just feel the same,
Lost and helpless you might say,
Will make everyone near me ashamed ,
Negative thoughts that need to be pushed away,
All in order to keep my head in the game,
All I can do is pray for a better day,
But recently all these days just make me insane,
Stressed and hurting you might say,
Will make everyone put me up for blame,
Negative thoughts that need to decay,
All in order to keep them tame,
But All I can do, is pray for a better day.
Jun 15, 2022
Jun 15, 2022 at 5:26 AM UTC
there'll come a day when we'd smile fondly at the hardships we're currently facing.
there'll come a day when we'd completely heal from whatever gave us pain.
there'll come a day when we don't have to feel like crying.
but 'til then, we just have to feel every single emotion and endure the pouring rain.
but 'til then, we just have to accept we're not okay.
because **** it, that coming day is not today.
why can't it be today?
Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 5:02 PM UTC
How do you tell someone you’ve ****** over many times that you’ve changed and you are sorry?
You beg and plead and make promises you’ve made before
But it’s clear they’ve had enough, and they won’t take no more
You tell them your sorry and buy them gifts.
That’s still not enough friend, their love will continue to drift.
You give them their space in hopes it will make them miss you.
Odds are you never gave them attention anyway, so that’s nothing new.
So what’s the right answer? What else could you do?
There’s no exact answer as there is nobody the same.
It’s also not guarantee anything will work as this is not a game.
You should look in the mirror and try to see what they see.
Put yourself in their shoes and ask how did they feel around me?
This is not how u can help them, their not the ones who need a correction.
You have to fix yourself, make it consistent until you like the person you see in the reflection.
Truth is you may not get them back and that’s a hard pill to swallow.
If you fix yourself it’ll make it easier to let go, and you’ll be more confident and happier for years to follow.
Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 6:36 PM UTC
The lights
are screaming,
"may the night
doesn't end."
We, too.
When we are
at our best,
we hope to
stay the same.
As the sun rises,
the lights say,
"I will be back."
We, too.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 11:40 AM UTC
My concept of time is completely warped, and for that, I pay no attention to it. Remember when you were younger and a year felt a lot longer than it does now? When you are young, and life is long, there is time to **** but as we age time escapes us. However, we are just doing laps around the sun.
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC
a sequence of numbers i have buried in my head. the moment things unbearable those numbers pop into my head
they tell me to hold on. they tell me to see if tomorrow would be better
they tell me to think of the handful of people i would inconvenience with the news of my death
these numbers are always just on time. just right before i tighten the noose
and just before i fix my mouth to swallow the pills I've collected over time
they remind me of the time i held my stomach for laughing so hard
they remind me of the excitement i had to bring my nephew home from the hospital
they help me be hopeful of my future
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 2:15 AM UTC
Orange and pink hues of sunset
are nowhere...rain pours
trees are talking, leaves are fighting
the violent wind...the shutting of doors
and windows startle...and disturb
no more candle lights on the altar...prayers
have been said, tinged with whispers and
hushed giggles...the tingling of china and
silverware float in the air...the radio is off,
no more worrisome news.....what's left is,
a soothing feeling....the cool wind
makes the curtains dance...a sweet
silence breathes outside my room...both feet are
flexing...relaxing on the bed....waiting for
midnight...to end another virus-stamped day,
the rainy dark comes with a sacred stillness,
we're not over the woods, yet...but, it would be
nice to hear about less, and more: a decline
in cases, a flat curve...a rise in recoveries...a cure,
a vaccine would disable the claws of the
evil virus......meanwhile, we keep the faith,
as we wait...and look forward
to
better days.
>-<
tomorrow is another day.
>-<
Sally
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 8:57 AM UTC
Expats, foreign workers, people
who are stuck, stay and continue
dreaming of a free life
as shepherds and cattle lords
in their own country
of grassy meadows, milk, and honey
the old promise
The young men long
for the beautiful girls
of the north
while they do the work here
in the delta, where they feel at home
in the stories
of the ancient god who created the world
with thoughts from his heart, living
words from his mouth, the Potter
who molded man
stories
that mold their souls, giving some light
when it is dark in their hearts
filled with old ash in which still glows
the fire of the Destroyer
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 2:36 AM UTC
~for better days for the poet betterdays~
mournful tunes play silently, but still too often,
eyes wet but in corners kept, recurring then the
memories, keepsakes, letters, books, small trinkets,
not dusty, but dusky, resting on in-between ledge of a
mountain-sized twilight of well lit shadowy haziness,
edgy dark brilliance, a comprehensible contrast non-comprehendible
tunes that bless with equal measures of grief,
comforting, by memorable card flashes of good relief,
a dividing line, hazy and frequented crossed, a sort of path,
with no destination signaled, as if the path itself was an end,
to a meaning, a solution, with no clarity divined, a division
of sight and insight, providing an ill fitting reconciliation
mourning is electric, morning is electric,
letters, words bottled up in evaporating perfume bottles,
seeking the comfort of dissipation unto a larger atmosphere,
the scent in everything tangible, stronger still yet, in intangibles
that can erode but never ever fail to return instantly when voked,
by vision, odor, a particular child’s smile, line in a poem volunteered
recovered, uncovered, a post first writ to be written, discovered,
when time and place coincidentally breathe together, at last,
beckoning you to places where memory serves only as a pleasuring,
upright mind marker, decorated in chains perpetual reforging,
absent pain, gleaming dreamings full-replacing longings for pasts,
new verses composed, passing, a grand addition to a child’s legacy
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 8:50 AM UTC
I've been struggling
For so long
I've been feeling down
Like there was no hope
I haven't been able to sleep tonight
My mind has been so full
Full of thoughts
But this time
After such a long while
They are nice
I had a moment of realization
When I knew I had to write
No matter how bad this poem would turn out
I needed to share
Share that after months of sadness
Today I've had a sudden appearance of happiness
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
I don’t regret the **** I do or the choices I make. Love is over rated and you’re a down grade. I tried my best to look out for the rest but I guess it’ll be me myself and I. I pray for better days and better ways but how am I supposed to do that? When everything I do reminds me of you? Of us? Maybe one day it’ll be a better day.
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC
Your truth is not my truth nor is it the truth.
The truth is the truth is not easy.
The truth is the truth has many roads, many forests.
But the truth will always be the truth:
Honest and harsh and damaging
but alive and freeing.
The truth is the truth can be a defeat as well as victory.
The truth is the truth is a sword and shield.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
I hate when I'm told
That being nice is getting old
And that my smile should be sold
To the highest bidder.
Now, I know I'm a quitter
But at least I'm not bitter
About the cards I've been dealt
Because no matter how I've felt
My heart will always melt
From the sun's rays
That clear up cloudy greys
And promises better days.
Days where it's only fair
That we learn how to share
And most importantly,
We care.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
Day by day
Watching my days fly by
Watching everything pass me by
Everything seems to keep going
Keep living
Keep breathing
But me..
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
It's scary
Not really knowing who you are
I guess it depends on the scene
Every setting a different person
Every setting the same body
It's scary
Not knowing your mind
Not knowing your heart
You trying to help
You tearing me apart
But what hurts the most
Being surrounded by actors
Wanting to trust
But terrified of dissapointment
Dispite all of this I won't change me because of actors
■sscsx
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
I know the idea of leaving this life
sometimes seems enticing
But believe me you still got some sight seeing
You can still do the right thing
Things will look up if you stay for the time being
I know it aint perfect
But let me propose you this purchase
Nothing can put a price on your life
You have value, you're more just than worth it
Your purporse is to stay on the earth here
To keep on your journey, to never stop searching
Even when the pain don't quit
And you constantly hurting
You can't end the show now
It's too early to be closing these curtains
If I know one things for certain
These thoughts get disturbing
You're tired of running &
you're demons keep lurking
I know everything seems really scary
I'm here to say, its only temporary
I'm gonna beg you to pretend that this isnt the end
Your troubles will fade into the distance in an instance my friend
Keep in mind that in due time
Everything will be allright
I promise, you'll be doing just fine
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
Time for loneliness to settle in,
Hope to the gods I never give in.
The pain spreads like flowers,
Hoping that this wont be my final hour.
As I sit here lost in my thoughts,
I know that it was not all for naught.
I'm stuck here only to watch so far away,
through this painful window miles away.
I clutch at this pendent of mine,
To remind myself of the better times.
A smile always seems to cross my face,
Setting my mood with a new pace.
I hold onto these things,
These things called dreams.
In hope for a better time to be.
- 50RR0W
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
It hits you in the face,
It's an ordinary place
it's called reality
Indescribably cold,
Yet nobody knows until it
HITS
You used to be an innocent soul,
naïve as it gets
Seemingly sad how it had to turn this way,
Sitting down and praying
will never make reality go away
You think there's a way
You think pills and potions,
will help a naïve soul stay
Your brains caving in,
your doing backbends
You wonder how it could be any worse,
To you,
this seemingly a curse,
In this life You realized,
God doesn't take any mercy,
For souls who wouldn't dare to believe,
And who would doubt
One of many of his own creations
Gods just trying to tell you to believe
Not in him,
but your own self you see.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC