Doing Nothing .......Doing Nothing .......Doing Nothing .......8 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
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 loudest does get heard. This doesn't make it right or fair , yet our society seems to favor that, take notice of it and temporarily reward it. …. Ah yes , that is the key word, temporary. You see life is temporary too and yet what is to come after, will define who you were and what you will become.
If you do nothing, that is what you
Truth in the LIghtTRUTH IN THE LIGHTTruth in the LIght11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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 pure,
Unconditionally washes away the obscure.
And whether a nemesis or a friend,
The light will hold true and expose in the end.
That it's independence we think we seek,
Yet pride and ignorance keep us blind and weak.
We can not do this journey alone,
At the very least you must know God to get home.
Realizing it is not by our grace that were saved,
Breaking Point: Emotional PoetryBreaking PointBreaking Point: Emotional Poetry10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Kaede N. S.
I’m listening to everything you say.
I bite my lip as hard as I can,
And I try not to say anything back,
Because I know just how terrible you can be.
You always belittle me in front of others,
Saying I have the EASY life.
You know I have to try 10 times as hard as you.
My life is a least a dozen times worst than yours.
I don’t want to listen to you say that.
I can only handle so much.
This abuse is getting out of hand.
My mask is starting to
Little by little, you’re breaking it.
My dark colors are hidden beneath,
And you’re about to rip them
And shed light on them.
And when they’re exposed
I won’t be able to hold that rage
And just when I’m afraid my mask is cracking,
I know for a fact that it is shattering.
And I feel it letting my dark side through.
I feel the evil,
I feel the sin, the
Hidden inside of me
And let the darkness through.
And it gushes
It's my LifeWhen life tries to bring you downIt's my Life2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
try to live it up and turn things around
because a smile gone into a frown
would turn the world like Topsy-turvy town.
As to a lot may have been strange
just like the meter on my car's gauge
I just want to let the people know
that life can't be dug by a hoe
and as human's, we have sins to atone.
A tall tale that's not yet said and done
is like a world that ran out of fun
wish that my friend's wouldn't run out of puns
and that guy weighed like a ton!
Heaven smiles upon the people who are positive
to those who think otherwise are negative
for their thoughts can either be diversive
or maybe it's just their prerogative.
I can feel a force... Something elusive
or maybe it's just my friend who's really seductive
I can't resist the sediment that come's out of her like some kind of adhesive
and the actions we made were rather... Intensive.
Life is as soft as and fragile as of a feather
so delicate and tender just like the hair of Heather
not like leather that
HeartbreakIt hurts.Heartbreak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How can you tell?
You feel that?
A soft happiness coming from the depths of your heart.
Suddenly, a bullet hits.
Shattering glass hearts.
Everything bleeds away.
Now you have nothing.
No life. No hope.
You are alone.
A cold, dark presence forms where the love once was.
Beautiful ContradictionOne of my favorite places to beBeautiful Contradiction2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Is also my worst fear
All the life I see
Is shadowed by the death here
The waves call me
Begging me forward
Into the sea
Only to drag me downward
What a beautiful contradiction
It's hard to tell the difference
Between death and life
Day and night
Sinking to the bottom
It was you, not them
Beauty turns to scars
Can't erase these marks
Save me from what I've done
Save me from the monster I've become
Swallowed by the ocean
I'm calm, I'm calm
My heart is broken
This is how I move on
It's better this way
I'm out of the picture
No longer causing you pain
Thinking of you now
A tear rises to the surface
Here We Go AgainShh, do you hear that,Here We Go Again2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The voice in the back of my head?
You, do you see it,
The shadows at the foot of my bed?
Maybe I'm just different,
In a way that no one can see.
You just don't understand,
What it's like being me.
MonstersNovember stabs at my heartMonsters2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ice cold fingers dig through me, searching and grabbing
stealing away my summer air
the demons of December eat what's left of me
digging through the scraps
snatching furiously at whatever's left
January comes and goes like a vulture
Scaring away the Holidays and taking what's left
I'm gasping for air, tears frozen on my face. Frostbite nipping at my nose, I hear
Desolation at my door
February, the ghost of winter
Haunting my corpse. Guarding what's left,
Cautiously scratching at the pieces
March is bipolar
Should I nibble what's left of this poor creature?
Or help her find her way?
March is bipolar. The lamb or the lion.
Summer goes by, I'm regaining my spirit,
Building myself up for another winter.
Skydiving SonnetSkydiving Sonnet6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At once you are at the top of it all,
Falling, falling, from the greatest of heights;
Descending from on-high, in head-long flight,
Nothing can withhold your maddening fall.
Downward, downward, back to earth you go,
All the while, you remain unaware,
That you're firmly locked within death's stare,
Of dangerous peril you do not know.
You go to release your parachute cord,
But, alas, your salvation doesn't burst;
Farther, farther, to your doom you're thrust,
Your soul to God, soon to be restored.
In the blackest dark all becomes as one,
So ends the fall, so ends the short-lived fun.
The Sore Of A Deaf PoemAnother crumpled sheet thrown on the floor,The Sore Of A Deaf Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Another shout, a thud, because she can't get rid of the sore,
The deaf poem of her broken heart is maybe too degraded,
She's not able to write it down, her soul is jaded,
The phrases of her life are burning on the inside,
A description about the moment when her dreams died,
It's smashing her heart and her tired mind.
From nowhere she hears a sardonic voice,
"- You're not able to hear the words anymore, in fact you never really did,
You have shed some scraps on pages, lies your soul to feed with",
She covered her ears, closed her eyes,
To stop hearing the demonic voice she tries,
"- Shut up!" she yelled again like every day,
It's impossible to escape this abomination that came in her way.
Maybe this is an already lost fight,
A decommissioned road to the healing light,
Her pathetic flounder makes no sense,
She's laying on the floor holding a broken pen.
Torn by the fall from grace,
She will leave behind just a bloody trace,
~Rules For Your Future Lover~I finally realize I will never call you anything more than a friend,~Rules For Your Future Lover~1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 pain to get there and draw that smile himself through a half faded sharpie. Because he needs to understand that for every time a genuine smile crosses your lips, his world should be singing an opera of gratitude that he was there to witness that moment.
He better love you with enough passion to match the magnificence of all the stars in the celestial co
Painted into a Corner by Painted into a CornerPainted into a Corner by11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 want to hear what I have to say.
Or all you will hear is yourself and stay locked in the reflection of your mirror.
See past what you think you see.
It's easy to critique one stroke of the brush when it has no direction.
Failing to step back and observe how that one stroke changed the whole pi
Your PuppetI'm your puppetYour Puppet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
With a loud clatter
Upon the floor
Leaving me sore
Begging for no more
But you ignore my pleas
And I fall into your hands with ease
You smile with pleasure
For you know that now and forever
Will I dance for you
For the rest of my days
I shall perform through your maze
Doing every routine in a haze
Never cutting my ties
Or trying to get away from all the lies
Covered in scratches
And several patches
I still move as you instruct to
I your marionett
the DifferenceCollege is just like high schoolthe Difference3 months ago in Emotional More Like This
You just don't get to see your loved ones everyday
And that makes all the difference.
Twisted GodsOnce, when I was just a child,Twisted Gods4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was told that only devils were killers.
But now, outside of fairy tales,
Gods strike down their human pawns
With winds of fire and smoke
As they laugh amongst each other in the sky.
Farmers and warriors alike
Are killed in fields of battle;
Not for sacrifice, but for sick fun.
For me, All gods have turned to monsters
Better to be destroyed than worshiped;
After all, only devils are killers.
IceThe boy lived with his motherIce5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the bad part of their town.
The two lived there all alone,
His father nowhere to be found.
The boy was always so sad,
Even at only six years old.
He had no friends for happiness,
And his mother, she was cold.
He spent his nights by the telly,
Watching cartoons about a huntsman.
But even that couldn't bring a smile
As he ate cheap soup from the can.
As he grew older, he grew colder,
Until he was made of ice.
People avoided him like the plague
For that hard look in his eyes.
It wasn't until he'd almost forgotten
That he re-learned how to love.
That girl, she was his savior for sure-
An angel sent from above.
She stayed with him throughout his days,
Trying to heal his rocky heart.
It took her months, took her years,
But she finally erased his scars.
Now keep in mind, that's not to say
That he turned into a perfect guy.
He might laugh, but still, he's sad,
And you might even catch him cry.
Because that life that he had before,
From when he was still so youn
Waiting - Ch.3Christopher laid there for a few minutes before pushing the nightmare from his mind and sliding to the edge of the bed. He stretched his arms out above his head, hearing a satisfying noise as he popped the tightness out of his shoulder blades, then got to his feet. He padded silently out of his room, closing the door with a soft shhww noise behind him. He went to take a shower, feeling the need to wake himself up a bit by dousing himself with hot water.Waiting - Ch.35 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He went about the rest of his day as he normally did, learning new techniques about different things that he knew the basics of. He exercised for about two hours, as for some reason he felt antsy. Perhaps he was just impatient for the night to come, when he could escape the house and roam the streets freely without curious pedestrians.
It was only just past dusk when he decided that he could not wait a moment longer.
Christopher slid a hoodie on over his black t-shirt, straightening it out before bending down and scooping up his
Broken WristwatchI saw him in the subwayBroken Wristwatch5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I had for weeks;
He stood in the same spot,
Waiting at the same time,
For the same train.
He never wavered in his route,
And I never wavered in mine -
Each day, I stood just feet away,
Waiting for the same train,
At the same time,
As I had for weeks.
We were silent, familiar strangers.
Over the course of time,
I noticed his wristwatch -
It was broken, with unmoving hands,
While it made a clacking ticking noise.
When it clicked, he would wind it,
And then let his arm fall back to his side.
I started to wear my own watch,
Clean and new - working, too -
With softly shifting hands
And an even clicking and ticking.
I did so in the hopes that maybe
He would ask me for the time.
As the weeks slowly passed,
We shifted closer in the mornings -
He would shuffle a little nearer
With his hands in his pockets,
His broken wristwatch unevenly
Clicking and ticking away.
I would shift a little closer,
Tucking my hands into my pockets
And watching, waiting, for the train.
Don't Forget Me TonightI beg of you,Don't Forget Me Tonight6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't forget me tonight.
Don't leave me scared and alone,
Curled under the covers
With nothing but emptiness
By my side.
Don't let me lie here alone,
Thinking about you,
Wishing for you,
While you're out and about
With someone you'll
Never see again.
I'm tired of being second-choice,
Or sometimes even third.
I'm everything you need and more,
Curled up here under the covers,
Begging that you
Don't forget me tonight.
Fire and WhiskeyFire-flies dancedFire and Whiskey6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the trees that
A man with nothing but
And a bottle.
He flicked his wrist and
A match started to burn,
Dropped to the crisp
Left to smoke.
The whiskey burned more than
The flame as he
Tipped the bottle
And downed that
Nectar of the Gods,
Sparked with a fire
Of it's own.
She's Always GoneHe awakes in the middle of the night;She's Always Gone6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Finds cold sheets,
Missing car keys.
Once again, as the clock strikes twelve,
He searches in the morning sun;
Finds scribbled notes,
Once again, as the dawn breaks open,
He searches in the fading light;
Finds text messages,
Once again, as the day ends and she's needed,
He realizes that she's never there;
For the first time, the truth hits;
I've Never Planted Roses"I've never planted roses."I've Never Planted Roses6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He touched a petal.
His other hand pricked a thorn.
Wincing, he looked down
To see blood drip.
"They seem dangerous."
She laughed softly.
Her voice was like windchimes.
With gloved hands,
She took his own.
"They aren't. You have to be careful."
He looked at her.
He took the gloves she gave him,
Sliding them on over pale skin.
"Well I know that now.."
A sweet smile.
She kissed his cheek.
She picked up a pot,
And dug a soft bed.
"Well good. Because you have to help."
He took the rosebush.
Carefully, he tucked it in.
With a soft, unheard murmur,
He turned and hugged her close.
"I've never planted roses."
He kissed the top of her head.
She smiled, and leaned into him.
Hugging her, still,
He whispered in her ear.
"But I'm in love with one."