#loads
Her shoulders are tired carrying heavy loads.
While crawling, she began throwing away the logs, rocks, barbs, and thorns.
She replaced them with feathers and
flower-petalled wings to reach the moon.
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 1:56 AM UTC
Life comes and goes
The person you are now could be someone that everyone back then would walk right past and never even know
You could take your compass heart north and let it lead you for the better
Or you could go down south and let it tear your very name up, letter by letter
You could choose the love of your life
or the love of the night
That would be gone by the next day
And you woke up alone wondering why you just didn't stay
You keep walking, hoping that your family is still where you left them that day
But you forgot that the letters that made up your name aren't what they used to say
And maybe they would take you back with open arms
Maybe they would give you the love you forgot in the midst of your own ocean storms
Maybe they would tell you the jokes you missed out on while you were shipwrecked and your compass broke
Maybe they would remember your name and help you rebuild it even though the last letter is barely hanging on, like a tattered edge of a rope
Life always gives you a choice, it's not just one or two.
There's numerous paths to go on, what're you going to choose?
Are you going to let a town beat you down until you aren't you?
Or are you going to overcome the obstacles and make it out alive and see this battle on through?
And your
Name was always known
Though, who's to say the letters make any sense
How can we fix the way you willingly let your ship get
Overthrown?
No, our hearts are passed being punched and kicked
You can't Unscramble this
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
I lost a friend the other day
We "grew apart" as some might say
So close we were, so much we said
And now that bond is very dead
Together we used to walk the road
To empty all our heavy loads
My loads have never ceased to grow
Just like the seeds the farmers sow
But now I walk the road alone
And I as well have also grown
I'm not the one I used to be
When friends we were, I now can see
That it was important to drift away
For us to grow our separate ways
As you grew left, well, I grew right
All this without a hurt or fight
But now I feel the hurt inside
A hurt that I take pains to hide
From you, for I still love you lots
And often you take up my thoughts
For you, indeed, have grown quite well
Like trees in spring, where flowers dwell
I miss you much, and often crave
The friendship we so gladly gave
For we thought close we'd always stay
But as we grew, we moved away
And now we found we're far apart
Old friendships left, new ones we'll start
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
I cannot keep on going back
To her like this.
I consume nothing but
I reveal tears of pain.
“I regret a stain that
Nothing can erase.”
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 2:25 AM UTC
He looks ahead,
Her lying on her bed,
Thinking of all the words he could have said.
So she wouldn't end up like this;
dead.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC