#stopping
There’s an Escape Lane on Porlock Hill
For those cars that are rusting, creaking and leaking
For those drivers whose brakes have failed to arrest them
It forces them uphill ‘til they judder and stop.
There’s an Escape Lane on Porlock Hill
It’s not for the likes of me, my driving restrained, my vehicle maintained
Appropriately serviced with logbook stamps-in-a-row
It’s for someone else entirely; quite other than me.
There’s an Escape Lane on Porlock Hill
For someone who speeds and needs to be forced to a stop
Leaving them battered and bruised – and feeling quite foolish
It’s not for me: I don’t need it. I can stop by myself.
Truly, I can stop.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 4:38 AM UTC
I've stopped time in fantasies
What can I do to make it real?
Is it a crime to be honest
Expressing how I feel?
Been solving puzzle since day one
Haven't made much progress
Has love become an object to you?
You no longer want to possess?
Evolved
Different creatures
Hard as I tried to resist
Clock hands pushing us forward
They felt more like fists
Have problems gotten the best of us?
Way over our heads
Dissolving our hopes and dreams
Drowning in separate beds
No reason to keep fighting
Nothing left to continue reaching for
Were unwilling victims of change
Still hold onto the life we knew before
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 10:57 AM UTC
If you cannot find strength to keep pushing along
On the right track or wrong
The beliefs and feelings you believed you once knew
All that in your mind the only thing stopping you
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
So many hours of each day
I go about doing all the things I want
accumulating long moments
without a thought of you
but when I do stop to notice you
to commune I am again renewed
and filled with your love.
May I take a few long or short moments
with you each day
for refills.
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 11:36 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Holy unholy matrimony in love.
cozy like a feather under rain where my
heart Is.
stopping all the violence in the world
where it all begin.
love everyone love noone at all for this
is trust.
your dreams soaked in tar where it does
not see the light of day again.
Holy unholy matrimony in love.
theres no where to hide,
no where to run,
officially stuck.
Holy unholy matrimony in love.
Holy unholy matrimony your in love.
Holy unholy matrimony be in love.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
Everything stops.
Rain stops falling like
a two-year-old’s tantrum tears,
and rocks stop skipping when
inertia gives in to gravity.
Clocks stop ticking when the
gears start to rust,
and hearts stop beating, like
a melody too tired to play.
Just as “I love you” stops buzzing like
insects in my head,
and you stop caring whether or not
we see each other that day.
Eventually, our time here will stop, too.
And looking back,
maybe you’ll wish
that I never stopped and that
you never gave yourself
the chance to.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
sometimes I think I miss you
but then I think again
and realize that I don't need you
as a "buddy" or a "friend"
You hurt my heart
you hurt my soul
but without you here
I am still whole.
You can take yourself away from me
and try to make me mad
but it isn't gonna work, ya know
Because I'm all done being sad
I'm happier without you
and I dont care what you believe,
my life's only gotten better
since I stopped stopping your leave
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 7:22 AM UTC
The spreading of wings,
to cover the night of day.
The overbearing clouds,
keeping the sunrise at bay.
All things great, and all things good,
are things by all means, probably should.
Lead to happiness, prosperity, and joy within me,
or a simple contentment, a peace that will be.
Yet no matter what strives,
no matter what comes to be.
The characteristic of things,
is that they all cease to be.
Happiness. Sadness.
All good and bad.
Like the time of midnight,
vanishing in seconds.
Burning the fuels, and pushing the lies,
we strive ceaselessly, towards countless lies.
Of messages of a future we think we understand,
A glimmer of hope which we barely comprehend.
Needlessly striving, continually pursuing,
we arrive at the destination,
burning, smoldering.
Our wayward soul,
all the burns that follow,
and we look upon, to truly behold.
What we see are the joys,
temporary pleasantries,
a series of countless,
wastes and toiletries.
When we realize the path that we sowed has been done,
and all that we wish for, coming undone.
We begin to regret,
not knowing back then,
that a path which burns,
will lead to ashes in the end.
Yet it is not too late,
for there's always a chance,
that the truth will shine,
bright as the sun.
It is the moonlit night,
the salient breeze.
Which cools our hearts,
and soothes the feels.
When we release the burdens which have cindered us for so long,
what is left, is to go where we belong.
Peaceful and free, cool and placid,
it is then we can say, "Cooling down is worth it."
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 12:05 PM UTC
We live in a world full of everything
we have the happy
we have the sad
we have the angry
we have the glad
we have food
we have houses
we have feuds
we have spouses
we have the glowing
we have defeat
we have the outgoing
we have those who retreat
As we go through life
with our eyes pressed forward
we never stop to look at the ones who "don't have"
those who are hurting
those who are sad
those who are crying
those who are mad
those who have no houses
those who have no food
those who have no spouses
those who live in a constant fued
those who are covered in strife
those who are broke
those who are done with life
and willing to choke
So my challenge to you is next time you walk outside
next time you start to ignore
instead of worrying of only yourself
help someone through the door
stop putting them on the shelf
help them off the floor
and think of something other than yourself
a lot more
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
A wall stands before me
I do not know what lies beyond
I remember what's behind me
But I can never turn back
A bird sings into the distance
A dog barks along the chorous
They're telling me something
But I can never understand
Just like how
I can never see
what lies beyond
The great wall that stands before me
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
In the long or short expanse of your life
can you say you have become a hero?
I often wonder if I’ll be remembered
for anything important when I’m gone.
No biological children to carry my name
no feats that brought me fame
no bravery to save a life in danger
no building or great wealthy gain
no great status or social changer.
But more and more lately
being considered or thought of greatly
is not my concern.
Now-a-days I ask myself if I’ve taken time
to listen or smile or write a rhyme
to pause for a minute or an hour
to stop, notice and smell a flower?
Have I spoken kindly in a bad mood
or shut up when someone was rude
or let traffic in my lane
or fed my soul as well as my brain?
Today I ask not if I am a hero
but simply if I am becoming.
“Becoming a Hero,” Copyright ©2017 by Glenn Currier
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC
Just like those people who stop at resturaunts to go to the bathroom and leave
I feel the same exact way with people using me
I don't know if some of them will ever notice that I deserve emotional profit too
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 7:25 PM UTC
I've given up on giving up
Whats the point of stopping halfway down the mile stretch
I've broken down a million times
Reconstruct me into something stronger
I've cried on a daily basis
Let this be the fuel for my future confrontations
I've wanted to end my life on so many occasions
I should stop playing God and allow myself to die naturally
I've always thought my life was full of negatives
When in reality, every negative has a opposite
A positive. And that is worth waiting for
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
(for my brother, Martin)
I have sown the moon in the sky for you
so every night its there for you to see
I have stopped every clock from ticking time away
I have turned the tides back from the shore
I have stopped your world in blue belled Spring
and locked my in the falling leaves of Autumn
So now you can rewind the moments of the world
You can go back, to that one moment of choice
and never find the hose, nor set the engine deadly running
nor send those texts of fond farewells, to friends who looked away
nor write to me with love a comfort letter
for the dreadful loss.
No!
Just you:
the tufted, still blonde cowlick sticking up
the crinkled nose and cheeky smile
those sea blue eyes to drown in
strong brown arms, muscles flexed and toned
wrapped tight around me warm
and alive.
© M.L.Emmett
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC