#spreading
"Try to spread your work across many different places, it's easy!"
Yeah right,
That's the last time,
That I listen to medium.
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 10:15 AM UTC
I feel your suffering for a long time.
I didn't want to tell you.
But you fulfilled my life to better.
I owe you something to made only for you.
I wish you spread love again.
I want do the same.
To the world. To people. To man.
To child.
To everything it needs love.
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 10:49 AM UTC
Driving by the beautiful woods,
I see them every night.
Standing tall and peaceful words at last,
its truly a poignant sight.
I think to myself,
all through the night.
what would mine say?
perhaps a few words of righteous might?
When the time comes,
need I let the world know?
or as the time flies,
do I let the world know me?
Flying like a butterfly,
Spreading your wings willfully,
Shining through your smile truthfully,
Speaking a few niceties naturally, and
Building paragraphs of legacy.
Surely, Epitaph will be no new fancy,
and written for you in permanency.
Not in a stone but in the hearts,
you touched in regular frequency.
I think to myself,
all through the night.
Why then,
should it say anything?
I suppose, its neither wrong nor right.
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 8:36 AM UTC
So, yeah,
I'm not like the rest of the heard.
I'm Different.
Thank you for spreading the word.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 5:51 AM UTC
Amidst the sorrow of wilting petals,
Your spreading aroma
Make my heart feel better.
And, says everything will be alright
With the smile.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC
I believe in freewill
That we have control over our lives
That is why I choose to believe
In destiny,
In soulmates,
In true love.
I choose to believe in the stars
And choose to believe in faith
That it is real
It is present
And it will happen
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC
A child was borne from a woman who was once very bright
When she entered this world, the mother's hair was dark as night
You could say that she was changed, after she had me
Her so cruel and dark, how couldn't I see?
With eyes so clouded and a sickly sweet smile she lies
To herself, to everyone around her, none the wise
Her child hating to come home because of what might wait there
That fake smile will be gone, and that black soul laid bare.
What happened, how did she become this way?
Staring at her child with a smile once bright as day
Is it my fault the child wonders, and just what could it mean?
Will my soul turn just as black, so unable to be seen?
Will I hide myself forever out of the fear of what I could be?
A heart so dark and hated that I would bury it deep
Never looking in the mirror because I'm afraid that I'll see
Hair as dark as night and a smile that's black and bleeds.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
he got me
so
naked
i
am
an
fast runner
our feet
never
touched the ground
he was so deep
?
...
..
.
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 7:50 AM UTC
"I'm dying", I say barely above a whisper.
Her voice hitches and I close my eyes.
I can't bear to see her response,
I know she'll probably tell me to keep fighting.
To keep trying...
But I can't.
It's been nearly two years since I found out.
Two years fighting for survival.
Two years realising I was my own rival.
"Don't say that", her voice breaks.
Her forehead rests against mine, as her hand roams the scars on my arms.
"I can't", my heart aches.
I tense my jaw, hoping to constrict myself from crying.
I swallow the sounds of my cracking heart and pull away.
I finally open my eyes and look anywhere but at her.
I see the birds flying and I hear them chirping,
The sun shinning so bright it contains a bright aura of happiness.
The ***** green grass dancing and moving with the beat of the wind.
Leaves shattering and making a harmonious sound.
I laugh to myself, considering how contradicting the mood between her and I is to nature.
"Please",she begs.
Her voice betrays her as it exposes her vulnerability.
Her whole demeanour dies,
Her knees buckling, holding on trying not to fall while her tears escape her effortlessly.
I shut my eyes,
Bite my lip,
Ball my hands to a fist,
Trying to hold in the pain,
Trying to hide the disease spreading within me.
"Okay, I'll fight it and I won't die", I look straight into her eyes.
"Promise?" She asks.
"Yea", I give her a faint smile.
I lied.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 7:01 AM UTC
if only i could i would open up to the world, let everybody know that i care, but my hands are short i cannot wrap myself around them. If only i could i would let the whole world know that i love them for my Jesus lives.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC