#encouragment
You must do it the right way
YOUR way is the only write way
They say nothing rhymes with orange
Well I am here to encourage
Yeah, go ahead and laugh at it
You don’t even know the half of it
Our poetry is for us, ourselves
Whether you’re ninety nine, or twelve
We commune within our souls
Another etch upon our scrolls
Our soul inverted, exposed
Something only we compose
Don’t ever be discouraged
Your writing is encouraged!
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
During distressing times that plague my spirit,
Christ my comfort always pays me a visit.
May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC
When graphite meets the silky threads of paper
Or when ink drips upon the golden sheet
A beautiful artist is born.
There are many kinds of artists in this world
Although today I shall speak of only one..
A neglected kind that does not wish to
Gain fame or to capture the spotlight
But rather to share to listening ears.
There be people
Who see the world through the eyes of a painter
But are capable of stealing the elegance
Of a dancer, a fighter, royal blood, and much more
And condensing what they feel and see
Into a narcotic thread of words.
There be people
With broken and shining hearts alike
That run on wheels of ideas and epiphanies
And feed on overstuffed buffets of salty tears and sugary kindness.
Idealists and realists,
The poor and the rich,
The hungry and the fed,
The broken and the salvaged,
The logical and the emotional,
This beautiful art is not limited to anyone.
It is the echoing voice of the heart
It is the pleading cries of the soul
And the smile of our childhood innocence.
This art we call "poetry"
It is the life itself whispering ideas into ears.
And if that isn't beautiful.. I don't know what is.
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC
Stretching up tiny little fingers to the sky,
Weeping out, forcing these unsaid words into the gut,
Breaking all 206 fragments of me,
Refusing to raise the white garment that declares,
It’s not yet over,
I will soar higher.
Somewhere out of reach,
Where the eye can never meet,
But first, I’ll be sober,
From all the despair,
Take a sip of honesty, that’s all I need.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
Utilize your mind
For it is a sharp tool
Do not waste your time
Your mother did not raise a fool
Learning is a lifelong experience
Continue to open those books
Fill your world with more wisdom
So that way you would not hang on a hook
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC
I once hated the dark,
Because it was not my friend.
We never spoke, and everywhere I went, the light followed me.
Just my candlelit lantern and I.
We were friends.
One day, the light did not go on, nor could I find my matches or a spare.
As I searched, I had also lost with it my favorite of rings.
"I can help." The dark spoke.
"No, thank you." I replied, hiding my fear with bitterness.
"Please, you might hurt yourself."
"I said no!"
Going about angrily, I stumbled and cursed, turned this way and that, stumbled and hit myself into a plethora of things and ended up tripping down the stairs straight onto my bottom.
-at the bottom of the dark and cold.
I hated the dark you see, because it reminded me of the former things.
The lost things.
It reminded me of evil and sadness, of misfortune and all fears and scary things.
It reminded me of my mother who passed and my father who is gravely ill,
It reminded me of being lost without a hand,
Of pain and loneliness.
It reminded me of the nightmares I had and the face in whom caused them.
I cried.
I had never cried.
But despite all my pride, I cried for the first time.
Suddenly a voice came from the silence.
"I never was one to cause such misery, I am the dark yes, but even in the dark can there be good things.
Your mother, don't you remember the night sky you both enjoyed? The campfires and the late nights you spent with her talking and laughing? The fireflies and the warmth of the fireplace as you sat and even went to sleep looking up at your glow-in-the-dark stars?
Then in the dark, you would sit and wait for the goodnight kiss and smile given to you and wake up the next, your father there and alive still. The dark reminding you that there is a new day of light and hope.
The time where you realize that you made it passed that one night, and that you are stronger than before.
You and your friends stay up late, doing this and that. Don't you remember them?
Without me, you would have not remembered even the times you had when you weren't afraid, but brave.
Come..."
Wiping my eyes I got up and walked back up the steps, back to my room where the voice spoke again.
"Look, underneath there."
My bed stood desolate and cold.
"But I don't like it under there."
There was silence but I didn't want to hesitate no more in it.
With a large sigh I knelt down and looked underneath.
Piles of random things as well as dust, but there I had found them- a spare box of matches and my ring on top.
"Thank you."
"The next time you are afraid, remember who you are and all the smallest things. Without the bad, we cannot appreciate the good. Without the dark, we cannot appreciate the light."
That night, I slept without my latern.
I never hated or feared the dark again.
That night, I slept soundly,
The darkness a comfort.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC
The big dance with life
Is the ultimate exam
Do your best to prepare
In order to get your share
Always keep your head upward
And take everything in stride
Strive for success
In order to relieve yourself from stress
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
Manage your time wisely
Do not waste it away
Always remain focused
Let no one lead you astray
Get your mind set on the big picture
Be willing to accomplish more
Make great usage of opportunity
There is much more in store
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 4:48 PM UTC
Always use your voice
To uplift and inspire
Continue to be courageous
Teach the students to reach higher
Be that motivating force
Enlighten their world a great deal
Boost their inner spirits
With wisdom, knowledge and zeal
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC
With each day
There are new lessons to learn
The edification process is there
It provides the knowledge for us to earn
This my friends
Is where our visions become sharper
We take in the valuable information
In order to get brighter
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
As you live your life
A bump in the road may appear
Rise above those treacherous terrains
In order to make that path clear
Situations never come easy
You may have to go through a maze
The light will overtake the dark road
And you will have those sunny days
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC
On a daily basis, life is used for or
by us as a whole life ***** mankindly,
babe, toddler, child phases in common,
sensing by mental osmosis and sensational
memories of falling that wake us as we unwind
to thread our common conscious here and now
through developmental reflexifity now and then
inside the carnal mind's proprioception circuitry,
required conceptual safety straps to loosen, tools
insuring instant missed step recovery, waken each
case of dread, each trunk full of thunks, scrunches
new mechanism of realization, aha, not falling, no
fear flushing renal intervention clenching for fall,
need frighten, yet, it was as if I was falling, really,
as I woke, I woke from fearing falling… and lo'
before me, already fully realized, was today…
and, I was moved to encourage you to take it,
the conceptional instance in time, this once.
Earthian rights of usus fruct, believe me,
no spirit represented as the way of life,
defends pride in loyal ignorance, ever.
And
by the way, a survival event, vicarious…
the way the vicars
Have you never learned of the Vicar of Bray,
his parishioners bent in his spiritual guidance,
Wisdom from above is first pure peaceably easy…
Magic, marks and barkers and shills
In the land of the free and home of the brave
the thrills the future holds, beholden be we,
t'tell ye t'day, like any other
having holds enough woe,
to mistaken right making
for purposeful stirrings,
we need not trouble the waters, we need TOE
wise prince pal conceptual capacity to float
on patience, long time circus roustabouts, learn
on some waters we cross, this wagon must float,
suffering the current on our ambiguous TOE rope
bear up under standing stones, am big is us, as we
whose breeding brought out the best in men, awe,
so sweet, these fully functional imaginable smiles,
literally triggering hooks in curio aware musers,
grinning, this is literally just
the beginning, but, no lie,
next is not yet written,
we make it all up,
on the fly.
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Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 2:58 PM UTC