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 Oct 16 Drab
Nyx
I woke
 Oct 16 Drab
Nyx
Yesterday morning I woke up with a hole above my head
I got up, brushed my teeth and got dressed
As anyone does
I got in my car and drove.
I did what I was supposed to.

This morning I woke up with a star above my head
It took me on a tour
To the room with our plans laid out on a canvas, halfway done
Sketched in pencil, the paint had already left

The sun streamed in through the open window.
It felt like a dream.
 Oct 15 Drab
preservationman
Alone
Once where a person with a disability sat
An accident caused the effect
Hardship and pain
One had to endure
Through courage in determination
Breakthrough was made
Inspiration through the whole ordeal
Realities were real
The person was a Role Model
Courage in revelation
The creation was one’s own response in supplementation
Intervention with a voice
Battle after Battle determined to survive
Beginning into the long road ahead
Encouragement taking flight
Morning into Night
Mission complete
Life lived to the fullest
One’s spirit got wings
Distinction being remembered
A Wheelchair sits alone in a corner
An image that once was is no longer there
Only a reminder in never forget
 Oct 15 Drab
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

                              “My Grandpa was in Viet-Nam –
                                Maybe You Knew Him There?”

I wear an amazon.com Viet-Nam boonie hat
USA mil specs made in Indonesia
Mostly in hopes of getting out of a traffic ticket
And because I meet the most interesting people

Sometimes pretty girls approach and speak to me
At first it was, “My brother was in Viet-Nam”
And then they said, “My father was in Viet-Nam”
And now, “My grandpa was in Viet-Nam

Maybe you knew him?

Oh, and let me get the door for you, sir”

Makes me wanna rattle my aluminum walker
 Oct 15 Drab
Onyx
Why do you like me?

I am broken

Unfixable

My blood is cold

My tears have dried

Every ounce of my soul is gone

My heart has nearly died

I am tired of failing

Of being left behind

I wish to disappear

My mind is broken

Half the time

I am scared

To be free

I want to move out

But I don't want to be me

I'm terrified of living

A fake me is who they see

I write of darkness

Speak of trauma

So then

Why on earth are you following me?
She came upon me in a rush,
I tried to scream but She said,
shush
it's for your own good.
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