Let the Light Shine Let the sunshineMore Like This
Fill this room.
Let the dawn
Melt the ice.
Let the fire
Brighten this cave.
Let the daylight
Set my spirit ablaze.
Let the blazing coals
Illuminate this space.
Make the world seem clearer.
Let the morning
Wash away yesterday's sorrow.
Let the brilliant glow
Set fire to your pain.
A Pointless Poem Ocean tides,More Like This
Is not all
It's cracked up
NoneShould I take the time to countMore Like This
The people who have walked away?
Or should I make this short and sweet
And only count the ones that stayed?
Those who left
Always told me
"I'll always be here"
& "Don't be afraid"
Those who left
All held a piece of my heart
Some of my favorite memories
And the best of me.
But those who stayed
Said none of those things
Did none of those things
And they never would.
Because the number of people that stayed
LiesWhen I feel empty insideMore Like This
(Like I do right now)
I write & write & write
(To say the things I tried to say but didn't know how).
I write about your heart
(And how I hope it remains unbroken)
I write about my love for you
(But that will remain forever unspoken).
I write about the past
(And how it'll never be the same)
I write about the future
(And how life seems like one big game)
But I don't show you
(Oh, no, I never could)
And I don't show others
(I don't think I ever should)
Because these words are the truth
(That i'll never be ready to tell)
And I keep the truth to myself
(So it's lies I'll continue to sell).
Happy Holidays from DeviantArt!‘Twas the night before Christmas on DeviantArt,More Like This
Not a paintbrush was stirring, and creators took heart.
The artists scrolled through Daily Deviations with care
Knowing kindred warm-fuzzies soon would be there.
Deviants were all swiping, all snug on their phones
While visions of inspiration across all time zones
Were zapped to their smart device, quick as can be,
At the tap of a button in a +Fav’ing spree!
When across the Interwebs there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the Comments to see what was the matter,
“I’m bored,” the Journal wrote, “I’m on a long trip, too.
I don’t have my laptop, and there’s nothing to do.”
I cracked all my knuckles, settled down in my chair,
Then descended upon the keyboard and wrote with a flair:
“Dear Friend, did you not get DA’s early present?
We now have an app, and it won’t cost you one cent!
“On, Watch Feed! On, Browse! On, Explore! On, Today!
Tap-and-hold to fave, sha