Born grownBorn GrownBorn grown in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You were born grown up.
You always had the ability to see the world in ways that only the pen could ever hope to convey.
You tried to get the world around you to see
But instead they stared in pure apathy
They couldn't see the beauty of words
The music in cadence
The lyric of poetry
So you picked up your pen and wrote
You wrote until the whole school knew
You will write until the whole world knows
Just how much they miss in a single day
Just what beauty they can't see
One day you decided to gather others like you into a group
At first there were but a few tentative bites
But those soon grew into something beautiful
They grew into a network of people
A group of friends
All bound by one simple philosophy:
"The pen is mightier than the sword"
In the short amount of time we have known each other you have taught me much
You have taught me the beauty of the world
The simple art that is writing
You have taught me so much and I have nothing to offer
But this simple poem
It isn't clo
Writers"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me"Writers in Free Verse More Like This
How many times have we heard that?
What a fool that person was indeed for creating such a lie as that
Sticks and stones do break bones and words cut much deeper than a knife
Words go where no weapon can ever dream of reaching, our very soul
Words move us, inspire us, bring us down, create hate, create love.
Words can destroy just as easily as they build
Bring life as easily as it could death
Give hope and in the same second despair
Words can change the world for good or evil.
It is the job of writers to wield these weapons with care and maturity
We speak loudest with just a whisper
And quietest with just a shout
We create and nourish worlds for those who still believe in good
We open eyes and minds and hearts to the world around them
We become a beacon, and sometimes that beacon goes out
We forget what it is we do for this world and forget that we must tend to our gardens
We forget we're human and make mistakes
A walk through the woodsI was walking alone in the woods one day when I happened upon a strange sight. An old man out of place among the new shoots muttering something to himself. Normally I would have run from such a strange man, but for some reason I instead felt compelled to speak with him and ask him my questions.A walk through the woods in Short Stories More Like This
So I did.
"Who are you?" I asked when I came close enough for him to hear me.
"I have many names," He replied with a smile.
"Surely you must have at least one that you use," I said concerned that the old man might not be as harmless as I thought.
"Don't be afraid my child I mean you no harm, though others may say that I do. If you insist on a name use Abba, I must say I am rather partial to it," As he said the final word it sunk in just who this was.
"Abba how-why-wha-" I had so many questions to ask but now that I had a chance my tongue was tied into a most difficult knot.
"Save your questions for a later date, I have a message I'd like for you to send out." He said with a chuckle.
ThievesThieves are all around us if we would just care to lookThieves in Free Verse More Like This
Friends and relatives, strangers and ourselves we are all the thieves of something
What kind of thief are you?
Nay, not I says you but you just hide your thefts beneath your cloak
Hiding your sins from the world and those you have wronged.
Thieves of hope, thieves of wisdom, even thieves of dreams
They prowl about this ever night like vampires looking to feed, draining you to the last drop
You still do not believe me?
Then you must be blind walking these streets to not see all the thefts
The thieves of lives lay in prisons waiting for their turn to die
The thieves of dreams say nay until they meet death who says aye
Yet you still do not believe me?
How foolish you must be not to see the plague that surrounds you!
The plague of thieves and heartaches that all have felt
It follows you at every turn
Are you willing to deny the sky though it is plainly in view?
Do you deny that I am here in front of you?
Then why do you deny the plagu
Ride of the DullahanThe hills were silent as the Dullahan rodeRide of the Dullahan in Free Verse More Like This
Across the plains and moors
The pooka was not far behind
That early Samhain morn
As the Dullahan held up his head
To oversee the plains
He beheld the madness chasing him
It wasn't far behind
He spurred his steed
Riding faster than before
Through bogs and hills
Through fire and hell
Until the sun began to wake
What happened then
None can tell
Save the sun itself
For lying on the hills
Was the rider and his steed
Ubicumque homo estI have a dark secret that I must confess,Ubicumque homo est in Free Verse More Like This
It is the fact that I have nothing
No lies behind these writer's eyes
No falsehood on my lips
I opened my heart to this cold dark world embracing it wholly
I expected nothing in return
But got it anyway
I learned the cry of the mother homeless and worried for her young
I learned the despair of the abandoned child
I embraced them all with loving arms
And tried to heal their wounds
I took their hurt and made it mine
To soothe their troubled soul
In the end I absorbed the whole world
All its hurts,
All its lies,
All the pain,
All the cries,
I became the dragonfly
I saw in all directions
I saw the woman murdered for her religion
I saw the couple killed because they weren't heterosexual
I saw the child taken from their parents by war
I saw the man who died protecting his own
And with his death went my heart too
I saw the gang member killed for trying to be free
And sank into the depths of misery
I saw all this and