#offer
You offer kindness
Like a hand over my mouth
And I am so sick of being
Answered like this
Worn raw by desperate pleas
Ground dull against deaf stone
There are only so many ways
To pry loose your hand
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 7:37 AM UTC
i was scared to try, scared to fail
but if i never strike the iron while it’s hot
then I’ll never get my man of steel
i was blind to see the colours bleed
scared to bare witness to the unraveling
but to heal is to release
baggages, bandages, bruises of cool tones
repair the foundation before building the home
aligning with intent, the present a reformed man
actively pursuing my desired amend
arrows shot from cupid’s hand
Adonis’ kiss, Aphrodite commends
May 31, 2024
May 31, 2024 at 1:21 PM UTC
...but what do I know?
🎶"Absolutely nothing"🎶
...well, what am I good for?
🎶"Absolutely nothing"🎶
...what do I have to offer?
🎶"Absolutely nothing"🎶
...what CAN I do right?
🎶"Absolutely nothing"🎶
Never allowed to forget I forgot to remember
©2023
Nov 17, 2023
Nov 17, 2023 at 2:51 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, have a great summer:)
even a smile put to the price
life throws the jokes as a shield to dice
clean whole
times precious and sole
replace breezes to storms shun
a warning the car had to run
heartburn till the past chokes
moles on my hands seek an eye in the awoke
loyalty meant to break free back
some things for the sky electric an invisible lack
of this movie don't know the defending
even she can't offer that incredulous ending
------ravenfeels
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 10:31 AM UTC
TELL TH'M
Tell them all to spread love. For the best lover, giver isn't that who proffers out of surpluses, but those who gives from very little is. Be a love donor.
#c9_fm
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 4:53 PM UTC
a memory dangling; a heart wrenching,
thy body has a lot to offer though,
far beneath the widespread sea- thou breaking,
I do shall return; my head bowing low
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 4:29 AM UTC
I gave my hand, leaving it hanging
there like a bare branch
of unfulfilled swaying.
You just looked down at
it as if I were dead wood.
I was felled by your
ignorance, they say trees
make no noise when they fall.
I'd taken out the hillside of respect
for you when mine fell to my side.
Offered a branch
and you
felled it for your ignorance.
Never again shall I offer you an
extension, you'll fall alone
in the woods of regret
no branches to lean upon...
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 5:48 PM UTC
You need a soul to blame,
To put on your causes of adversity.
So let me offer you mine;
I might drown
Under the tedious current
But at least,
You will float.
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC
It seems that as long as we have all got some money to spend
there are those who their friendship in some degree will lend.
The value of people though isn’t due to their amount of coin
but what they have to offer to benefit others that will enjoin.
___________________________
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 11:13 AM UTC
Offer
your direct,
calm gaze
as if you
see my
potential
just as
I see it.
I've not
seen anyone
with deep eyes
read mine, then
seem to find
meaning. . .
since the last time.
Offer
my direct,
calm gaze.
I notice
you see
the loose string.
I see
you pull it.
I've not
seen anyone
with deep eyes
read mine, then
seem to find
meaning. . .
since the last time.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 10:52 AM UTC
Forever
You can
You can praise me
With your poetic mind
You can hug me
With your poetic arms
You can say
All in the verses
Let's get
Vulnerable
Beyond this threshold
Take me to your universe
Meet me in your dreams
Never let
Wishes to run dry
No matter what
Follow me
I'am all yours
You can
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 4:25 AM UTC
I face the light... and I have to use my hand as a shield...
My pupils dilate in a painful reaction... It's too bright for me, but it can't be sealed
So I have turned my back on the light... on the sun... and it's flame...
I couldn't handle its truth... its purity... the Light and I were not the same...
So I faced my shadow instead... it laid on the ground in front of me...
I could handle the darkness better... or so I thought... It seemed to be free
But then I began to realize something strange about my shadow...
It would change its shape... it became unpredictable...it's me it would follow...
Even when I tried to follow it sometimes, it would play mind games
It would laugh... appearing to my left.. to my right... whispering my name...
There were days... I would be facing my shadow... my head hanging low...
And on my back of blackness, I would feel the bright heat of the suns light flow
Reminding me... that it was still there... reminding me it was still here for me...waiting
But my stubborn, rebellious, selfish heart ignored... its passionate side fading...
Finally... The shadow began to lead me to dark rooms...
black corners... where it would fit in with the other shadows... I was left alone... in a gloom
Too often this happened... and they abused and used all that they pleased...
Haunting me with my past... My worries... My concerns... My fears... They forced my heart to freeze...
In the night... I thought all was done out of sight and in secret
I was a slave to keeping my shadow quiet... What a prisoner I was to keep it
But soon the morning came... the Sun and its glory unleashed...
And my shadow cowardly used me as a shield... all of the other shadows deceased.
I finally realized that I must look down on my shadow... for it is a low life of what I use to be
A beggar on the ground, dead as the graves in the dirt, a jealous mimic, and mockery
LOOK UP TO ME SHADOW!!! For it is I who controls you!!!
It is my choice how I make you stretch, and bend, and break, and move!!
My back is facing you now... and I face the sun, whose light will last!
It doesn't follow me, or make me feel low about myself because of my past
It tells me to follow it! It allows me to see!
It tells me to look up and believe!
And when the darkness comes to haunt me, it is still there.
It uses the moon, my friend, to reflect and remind me of its love and care!
It does not change its form, its light, or solar course.
It'll always stay the same and always try to be selective with its rays of force.
It provides things to grow, so I can be satisfied with its blessings.
But you? what do you have to offer? A darkening comfort of split-second feelings?
It has melted away the ice and snow, and scared away the shadows and ghost
Yes... its light is still blinding... but that pain will only provide warmth and beauty... and in this... I will boast!!!!
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC
Sick sweetness taking beatings, and still shoulders rumble.
Meek teeth passed lips, and words so soft to avoid being trouble.
You can't help but be who you are, and were modeled.
A clay beauty, ****** through air, for those hunters and shot all.
To pieces, my missus, you must lift and stand and shake.
The rest of the day, and must portray, tween dawn and dusk at best.
You're a profound expression, eureka not lessened, and you heave to and fro.
The ocean ebbs, and sadness flow, inundated even at rest.
But chin does bob, and body does buoy, as you float and kick feet in dark mess.
Above all water, you pretend not the bother, and laugh smile with all feigned jest.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
I offer YOU a hug
anchored from inside heart, and eyes.
I offer YOU compassion,
wrapped in a breath and sent in a thought.
I offer YOU love to expand your being
to recall we are one.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
What a beauty of a flower showing!
What a fragrance of a flower mentioning!
What silence of a bud can offer?
What a dawn whispering!
What a dewdrop capturing!
Can You say?
It is not about You.
O’ my Lord!
It's all about you Lord
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Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC
When you write,
What do you offer?
Life to the lifeless
Power to the powerless
Voice to the voiceless
Love to the unloved?
Or are you
Simply
In need of all that too.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Take the shot,
please don't blow it,
unless i lose it,
I'll never know it,
feeling like i'm ten feet below,
on the slippery slope , to what hell has to offer,
i'm glad that you know,
the things that we cherish, we lose,
i know that this life isn't proper,
Take a shot,
i command you,
but i don't wanna,
swear i can't stand you,
lord please just take the wheel tonight,
no more promises to fight , if you promise me we would stay
up all night,
stranger than a twilight,
trash is another mans treasure,
find it on sight,
thinking how long have i been in this condition besting all my other personalities of when i'm drunk infesting way too many signs of intoxication in ways that i would think is not good for the human brain,
if not then i don't act the same,
With life struggles you can erase,
work hard to replace the things that have been impacting all of us,
but the last of us don't need to say a thing,
locked up and get life in jail or don't really better yourself at all,
like dominoes , one day it'll be your turn to fall,
please don't let the serpent win , but you just wanna hang out with the boys,
please don't let the serpent win , but you just wanna get high with the boys,
please don't let serpent win , but you just wanna commit a crime with the boys,
oh look! the serpent at the finish line and its on you,
my boy that was your choice,
Take the shot,
please don't blow it,
unless i lose it,
I'll never know it,
feeling like i'm ten feet below,
on the slippery slope , to what hell has to offer,
i'm glad that you know,
the things that we cherish, we lose,
i know that this life isn't proper.
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC
please do not entice me
with an offer so grand
that you will regret
the moment that you present it
for I am weak
and the mere slight communication
makes my blood boil;
not inducing anger
but excitement
for our potential together
even though, we both know
your words are empty
and your offer
is all talk.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 5:29 PM UTC
Was willst du, was brauchst du?
- what do you want? What do you need?
Would the smell of my hair,
Or touch of my hand surfice?
Or prehaps solve everything?
Or do you need more?
Possibly the sound of my breath,
Could ease your beating heart;
Heavy and upset.
Or the taste of my lips against your own,
your neck,
your skin
- prehaps that could help to still your sense of unease,
Your certainty that nothing is quite how it should be.
And if not, my dear,
If all my attempts remain futile,
And lead to no bettering
The last I have to offer are my eyes.
Look deep, lover,
Pull me apart, piece by piece,
bit by bit
- and do not be frightened by what you see.
Until no doubt remains that you know every colour,
line and speck and space.
Then tell me, sweet one,
Is it all gone?
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
my morning; seven words
do I have enough to offer you?
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
in the ways of words,
it is as though
you have offered me your hand,
and all that's left
is to open my eyes
and drink deeply of you.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC