#graces
I’m driving on my way home
from a job that doesn’t make ends meet.
Pawned all my gold, silver and chrome
and placed my hat and sign on the street.
I’m living in a creative hell
One that serves me but doesn’t serve well.
Into my flesh I would carve,
“You wouldn’t be a starving artist if you didn’t starve.”
At each red, I clutch at my steering wheel
and scratch my lottery tickets.
Manifest a positivity I don’t feel,
when it scans I hear only crickets.
I’m living in a creative hell,
one that traps and encases me as a shell.
Preventing me from air, society and heat
“You wouldn’t be a starving artist if you could eat.”
I have no certifications and no degrees,
my only trade and skill are the words that I write;
the gift that both comforts and tortures me,
it’s too bad that no one pays for plight.
I’m living in a creative hell,
voicing it quietly while ringing a bell.
Begging for help but don’t want to be rude
“You wouldn’t be a starving artist if you had food.”
I’m living in a creative hell
One that serves me but doesn’t serve well.
Into my flesh I would carve,
“You wouldn’t be a starving artist if you didn’t starve.”
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC
Pause once in a while and be amazed by the wonders and graces that God has poured on to thee.
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 2:48 AM UTC
Beyond boundaries
Shuttered blinds
Guessing lines on faces
all of those have saving graces
What we see is not always conceived
Payment in kind
Who do you know with certainty
and the effects we project
Before during and after
Do you understand yourself enough
to communicate through life
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 5:54 AM UTC
Euphrosyne: You can just stay here
And if I give you the white strips
You can just lay down
And use the white strips
And by the time they release you
Your teeth will look so good
I mean no offense but
You’d be using you’re time wisely.
They will look so
Much better.
Here, I have two boxes.
Aglaea: I think there’s yoga too
You can really firm up doing that
I really think you should stay and
Take the yoga
I’m serious.
You can also journal
And do color therapy
I know you know your colors
Obviously!
So you should think about
Sharing what you know
With the less
Fortunate
It shows
Gratitude
And I know that you’re Grateful.
Thalia: While you’re here we’ll get you all
New stuff
I know this guy
And he can do it
He’ll redo your whole place
And I bet it could be an editorial
And you need flowers.
We’ve got to get that sorted
Why don’t you do a vision board?
There are
Magazines here right?
You can use them. Well some of them.
Vogue maybe? They do have Vogue right?
And when you’re out we’ll
Deal with the hair and stuff like that.
In the meantime
Find out if there’s a manicurist in here.
You feet are busted.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
For him my heart races
Wearing nothing but laces
I wait for his embrace
It’s written all over my face
I want to go places
No airs and graces
I want it all in uppercase
‘Tis time to unlace...
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
We've heard of seven deadly sins,
Where do seven graces begin?
One is a smile on every face,
Then kindness to all is a grace,
Humility is to bless,
Sharing is great, no less,
Peace in daily life,
Walk away from strife,
Understanding is for free,
Compassion for all he's and she's,
Share these among all races,
Should bring a smile to their faces,
That's seven heavenly graces.......
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
I am undergoing very many serious ailments
Some pertain to body , some pertain to mind
These are due to my own deeds to bear brunt
Some curses come from front some from behind
God being merciful carries every mercy for me
So only He is who provides me shelter to save
Whenever I bow He just comes running to see
How is His humble servant and obedient slave
Love of very many mothers is His gracious style
Which He sparingly bestow on me and on like me
In His sweet company, I just forget for a while
Then I totally get what my past and my future be
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC
First snow is falling...
melting on the wet road,
flocking the grasses
and crispy leaves.
Smiling sweetly, my
brother eats his last bite
of warm corn pancakes.
Local honey shines
on the empty
white plate.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
can we hide from these dark secrets all our life?
can you change into a beautiful butterfly over night?
can you stay with me until the sunshines?
can you say youll be mine for the rest of our lives?
can we have a family and stay together till we die?
can you switch places with me and let me drive that car?
can I bring you back?
can I help your family?
can you forgive me?
im sorry I think not
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC