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TheConcretePoet Jul 2021
When you're
not genuine,

you're fake.
TheConcretePoet Jul 2021
don't
live
a
life
haunted
by
what
could
have
been

live
a
life
that's
been
and
the
ghosts
will
never
exist


Đaviđ
TheConcretePoet Jul 2021
Yes;

I survived
end stage
Congestive
Heart Failure,
I sure did.

And
that stage
may be over
but;

the
PTSD stage
now
remains.


Đaviđ
8+ hours of a frantic and chaotic ICU room is a nightmare that never leaves a soul.
TheConcretePoet Jul 2021
Have no regrets of your past - or beginning chapters of your book.
The final chapters of your book have yet to be written.
The early chapters only breathe life into the conclusion.
The person writing the final chapter only becomes wiser as time marches on, or the story reaches its finale.
Continue to write in bold ink and nevermind the pencil and eraser.

Đaviđ
TheConcretePoet Jul 2021
Tomorrow is the gift that most take for granted.
Today is the day where new beginnings are planted.


Đaviđ
In other words;
Thoughtfully plant some new seeds today.
Water them with understanding and love.
Don't allow tardy tears to be the source of a seed's nurturing.

Tomorrow seems so close and yet,
so very far away.
Don't ignore today.
TheConcretePoet Jul 2021
Just about
every one,
every thing
has two eyes.

But every one,
every thing
does not see
the same
things we must
realize.

Our eyes
are simply
a tool of
our soul.

They are
the collector
of all things,
all told.

Interpretation
is why we
are all
unique.

Your eyes
are the window
for the soul
to peek.


Đaviđ
TheConcretePoet Jul 2021
Ah yes...
moments.


Moments ,
are a big word for me lately because,
far too many human beings are guilty of simply living in particular moments.

When humans live in moments?

Humans
become predictable.


Đaviđ
The predictability of most humans is not only tiresome but,
it's incrementality
nauseatingly obnoxious.

Today is my one year anniversary - celebration of defeating END OF LIFE - STAGE 4 CONGESTIVE HEART FAILURE SUPRAVENTRICULAR TACHYCARDIA

I'm still here and, as a deep thinking poet?
I never lived inside "moments" to begin with.
I lived inside the universe.
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