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Doing Nothing .......Doing Nothing .......

So many people in life like to play it safe, "if I don't rock the boat or make too many waves", Maybe I will be able to just coast through life and not have to think or do too much, yet expect an adventure of a lifetime. When someone thinks of only them self, they think they aren't hurting anyone, yet expect everyone to forgive, accept rejoice for them when they discover change but blindly won't give another the same courtesy of forgiveness, because they sit and do nothing for others, expecting the world to light up for them.

Life doesn't work that way. The squeaky wheel does get the oil, and the one who talks the loudDoing Nothing .......1 month ago in Philosophical

Truth in the LIghtTRUTH IN THE LIGHT

The light shines down and exposes the truth,
Displaying imperfections from the beginning of youth.
Not to expose problematic choices you've made,
But lighting the way so you are not afraid.

For change and strength come from exposing our faults,
It hardens the soul or opens hearts vaults.
To a treasure some seek and may never find,
But additional light is there to remind.

That the light which made every living thing,
Resides in each of you welling up like a spring.
Helping one another to drink in that light,
To stand there beside you as a friend in this fight.

For true light that's bright in perfection and pureTruth in the LIght4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Coffee

Pour into me
black coffee
that bittersweet liquid of pain
pour it like in storm sky pours rain.
Pour to ease the ache
that is my throat to overtake
as without my bitter drink
my mind is not to think.
Not properly at least
without that dark beast
of blackish brown grains
mashed until powder remains
with its magical taste of forbearance
for it brings peace and patience
for it helps to ease the stress
and relax, forgetting all that mess
for it is a cure for soul
a trickle in endless bowl
filled with emotions of joy and hope
which can only be sought, left to grope.

A coffee – liquid of vigour and might,
the one tCoffee8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word

u n s a l t e d c r i e s o f m + m s

Silence.

Music playing.

But it still feels like silence.

With whispers of tiny voices that are louder then a truck horn, but didn't make a sound.

I stared at the chocolates.

"Must-"

"-Eat-"

"-The-"

"-Last-"

"-Of-"

"-Us."

They're just daring me to.

Giggling at what an idiot I am.

I swear they are.

I glared at the seemly innocent four blue, two brown and one green m&ms.

Those-

My right eye twitched as a blue m&ms moves just an inch.

Those evilly delicious little chocolates.

I pick up a brown m&ms carefully with my right hand, index finger and thumb.

I bought the tiny bit of goodness to eye level.

I held the m&m upside down mu n s a l t e d c r i e s o f m + m s1 year ago in Short Stories

~Rules For Your Future Lover~I finally realize I will never call you anything more than a friend,
And that is going to be okay,
And, not to be controlling, but I've got some rules for whoever you date.

When this guy looks at you he better comprehend what he is gazing at. When he looks at you he better understand that behind those fragile blue green marbles is a soul more interesting than a sequel to the Bible. And if even one should ever start to water he is fully reliable to wipe those tears up in a plethora of happy soon-to-be memories.

He better always keep a smile on your face, and especially on your heart even if he has to go through a lifetimes worth of p~Rules For Your Future Lover~7 months ago in Free Verse

Your PuppetI'm your puppet
Your little doll
Crafted to your liking
Strings cover every limb
For you to pull
And make me bow to your every whim
You, my puppeteer, love to make me dance
Day in and day out must I prance
Moving my hands, feet
To your ever demanding beat
With no rest
I'm not always at my best
Disgust constantly shown in your face
When I can't keep the pace
You are rough
And never seem to get enough
Making me twirl and swirl
Your perfect, obedient girl
During our play
It goes without say
You would lose your grip
And let me slip
Shatter
With a loud clatter
Upon the floor
Leaving me sore
Begging for no more
But you igYour Puppet9 months ago in Free Verse

Painted into a Corner by Painted into a Corner
by Garymillertime

You pretend to know me,
Thinking all your judgmental advice will somehow free me.
Believing what works for you will work for me,
Never realizing your advice is your own convictions trying to teach you.

I am not you, nor should I be,
Living with the motives and agendas I only know in my heart.
You can't see or think the way I do because we are different.
Instead of embracing the differences by sharing our strengths, you look for weakness.

You don't even know my past.
You told your stories with such enthusiasm, you had nothing left for me.
You must pause to listen, if you wPainted into a Corner by4 months ago in Free Verse

Life's Journey - What It Takes To Come Alive pt.2Life is a journey. One's destination is unique to our hearts and lives in our souls. It is a state of the mind. A new way of seeing things. An altered perception. A notion of achievement. An idea of happiness. Our destination is never a place, nor are the things we want most really things at all. We take the journey. Our destiny is shaped in our moments of decision. As fate looks down upon us, we follow the roads of desire with home in our hearts and our hearts on our sleeves choosing our paths, making new ones, searching until our destination sits in sight on the horizon. We keep moving. We take others along with us. We wave hellos, we wave Life's Journey - What It Takes To Come Alive pt.21 year ago in Emotional

Crumbling Conversations"It is something to know ~ that a penis in tow,
and an arm
are very, very different...

neither
is the measure
of a master creator
a long waving stave of divinity.",

the matriarch said,

baring a strangle hold
on the wrangled mould
as she spoke to the Tiny Hiney Man.

Clearly a 'Ms. Under'... standing heeled and balanced in the cracks

Hiney Man looked on
as mustaches were hard to come by, and not every noble nose could afford one.

"And where there are pussies, there's milk, I assure
the kind that kittens with mittens adore...",

the matriarch finally felt fit to admit
as the crowd failed to roar
and the bulb never lit.

Crumbling Conversations1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

The Blue and The Brothered BraveAs a wretch of
The last stitch

You can rhyme my name

But my pain is the game of need
But never the bleed of truth

For I am hell on wheels
Without hell

The force for the course
With a flex

Steering is a bitch
Whose name could be on any license

Plated and skating ice

Scorched and blackened by
A heavy hand
Which
Spills the beans no rice
Could twice reheat

The cold stove of feeling
Was a hidden healing

Fuck all those
Buzzing Bees

For the only wood worth revering
Is held

In the soul bravely bearing

Tree'sThe Blue and The Brothered Brave1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word

BECAUSE OF YOUBECAUSE OF YOU!

I wanna dance, jump and sing
spend my whole time just dreaming
BECAUSE OF YOU!

I've got butterflies in my stomach,
and the sun in my heart
BECAUSE OF YOU!

I feel elated, joy drunken, pleased
Bubbling over with happiness anyway
BECAUSE OF YOU!

I wanna hug the whole world
kissing, caress lovingly, holding it in my arms
BECAUSE OF YOU!

Finally i can smile again,
feeling like doing thousand and one things
BECAUSE OF YOU!

I enjoy a new lease of life,
looking ahead, knowing everthing will get fine
BECAUSE OF YOU!

For the courage, the smiling,
the feeling like doing thousand things
the happiness, the fluttering BECAUSE OF YOU1 year ago in Free Verse

Here I am, for you.So wrapped up in yourself
wrap yoursellf around me,
you claim to be so alone
So why can't you see

Here I am, Here I am
I'm here for you.

I've been here waiting
I've been waiting all the while
and I'd give up everything
Just to see you smile
I'd give up everything
Just to see you smile

Why do I even care
Why do I care for youHere I am, for you.1 year ago in Free Verse

SimplicitySometimes simplicity is the answer.
To find the answer,
Don't look deep.
Look in front of you.
Don't listen to people who say,
'Never regret anything,'
Because chances are,
They regret a lot more than you know.
Listen to your own feelings.
Heart.
Soul.
Because if you don't,
You could lose all of your senses,
And your way. Simplicity1 year ago in Free Verse

SoulmatesSoulmates

I see her face when my eyes are closed
She lives in my heart and I in hers
My dark-haired beauty, my soulmate
A lifetime of love; given, accepted
Cherished beyond measure
A love so deep it creates its own space
Where none other dare intrude
A love story for the ages
But some stories are never written
Never put to the pen
For others to marvel and sigh over
To shine through the future as beacons
Of the truth of love
She died before we met
These are the great love stories never written
Lives lived out in the sorrow of the soulSoulmates2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Do Not CryDo not stand at my grave and weep:

I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the softly fallen snow;
I am the gentle showers of rain.
I am the field of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the grateful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom.
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.
So do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.Do Not Cry3 years ago in Emotional

When he WaitedEvery day he waited
With a smile on his face,
For that one so-special person
To walk in through that gate.

He would wait for hours,
Through the day and into night,
Until finally he'd leave alone,
Although it wasn't right.

He came back every single day
While three whole years went past,
Until finally I gave in;
I simply had to ask.

I asked, "Why are you always here?
For what are you waiting?"
He looked at me, smiling,
And said, For just the right person.

You see, just three years ago,
I met a girl out here.
She was just so wonderful;
Perfect to be near.

Her and I met here together
In the morning for three days,
And on the third she kisseWhen he Waited3 months ago in Free Verse

DreamscapeUnder water, black as night,
I see things swim by, white with light.
In my boat I float and see
The distant creatures of my dreams.

I hear soft whispers down below,
Feel fingers touch my boat's dark bow.
They lead me steady to land afar,
Where I may find a fallen star.

I land my boat with a gentle creak,
And step foot onto soft sand to seek
The object of my dream's desire,
A fallen star made of soul-fire.

I wander towards its brilliant shine
Brought from above, a place divine.
Slowly I bend, cup my hand,
Then I take it, then I stand.

I hold it so close I feel its heat,
I can feel its soft heartbeat.
I glance around then down and sigh;
TheDreamscape3 months ago in Free Verse

Umbrella Not NeededEvelyn pulled her car into the closest parking space she could find. It was nearly impossible to find a space this semester since the junior class was given parking passes. And today she especially disliked that new policy since Niagara decided to drop by this morning. Eve turned off her windshield wipers and took a moment to watch the heavens rain down over her.

She reached over to the passenger seat, where she had carelessly tossed her backpack while at the same time throwing herself into the car this morning, and grabbed an umbrella nestled between the seat and door. Lacking the foresight to bring her umbrella inside the night before, EveUmbrella Not Needed3 months ago in Short Stories

SpinI woke up, and the first thought in my head
Was the thought that you were gone.
And, the thought it was enough
To make my world stop spinning,
And with your spirit I got caught up
In a dance that spun madly on.

I woke up, and the first thought in my head
Was that my heart was broken.
And, the thought it was enough
To make my world crash down,
And alone I got caught up
In a sadness that spun madly on.

I woke up, and the first thought in my head
Was the thought that you were here.
But, the thought wasn't enough
To make my world start spinning,
And alone I got caught up
In a walk that spun madly on.

You looked up, and the first thought in youSpin2 months ago in Free Verse

Air Conditional It
was one of those
sultry summer sufferings

salt
on the skin
sulfur
in the wind

and every uncased candle
sagged
leaning to see how the butter on the counter was making out.

At a thousand degrees
SatYourRated Fat
while our comparative waxes boiled

Your hopping fly
to my sticky eye

where all of a sudden
yellow
is a bad color for a kitchen

Sweaty couples
in ignitable puddles
were boats without rudders

The Blue Abyss
missed us

ANY match would be lethal in this weatherAir Conditional11 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Baby wipe your tears,

let go of all your fears.

Let me take your pain,

and put it in my pocket.

I'll put a lock on it.

You'll never have to see it again.

Let my hold you close,

and wrap my arms around you.

Let me warm you up,

and take away the cold

and put it in my soul.

I'll take away your anger,

Your not a hater baby,

your a lover.

I'll take the hate,

and reform your fate.

I'll put your anger in my fist

and crumble it into bits.

Let me take your sorrow

and throw it away.

You'll never see it again.

Not today,

not tomorrow.

Let me kiss you on the lips,

I'll hold your hand,

and put a smile on your face.

Let me color yBaby1 year ago in Free Verse

Whispering NumbersI have dyscalculia.

You might be thinking: 'The hell is that? It sounds like a monster from Greek mythology, or a name from an Asimov novel.'

I'm disappointed to tell you that dyscalculia is neither of those things, though I deeply wish it was. No, dyscalculia isn't romantic nor fantastical; neither is it cool, in case you're wondering. Dyscalculia has been described as the reverse of dyslexia. While dyslexia effects one's ability to comprehend language concepts, dyscalculia is the inability to understand mathematical principles. Not only can dyscalculia make it nearly impossible to absorb the lessons most 'normal' students take for grantedWhispering Numbers1 year ago in Emotional

Not with Vanity Do We TryMorning, now – fuzz on the tongue marks the place
where half dose meets eleven hours under,
and I cannot push the pillows aside.
This air reeks of sweat wrought of base
desire, control by which I do not abide.

Too poor to break things during a fight,
so we shatter smiles found after too long a night

Morning, now – a start to what? I wonder.
Empty cupboards the result of irrevocable raids
tell my story, old as old:
scars and aches, muscles torn asunder,
searching for someone to hold.

A painting – trees on the bank of a dam – encased in black,
a reminder of better days to which we cannot go back

Morning, now – Not with Vanity Do We Try4 months ago in Concrete Poetry

I Promise.I am a very good person, though I wasn't always. It's hard to be a good person, and it's pleasurable to be evil. I took the path of least resistance for the majority of my life. I took the path of least resistance until I met David.

"I have not given up on you," he said.

He did not. He took my right hand in his and held it by the wrist as my fingers and palm quivered like a starving autumn leaf. I was pale and I was cold and my lips were blue as blue as blue.

"No no no," I begged.

"Yes yes yes," he said.

David did not give up on me. He took a pair of metal wire cutters and opened their tetanus mouth. They welcomed my ring finger between I Promise.8 months ago in Short Stories

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