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Details | Light Poetry | |

What is Life

What is Life
Life is a gift, with many ups and downs,
Its mysteries and wonders keeps’ us spellbound; 
It takes us on adventures, that were not planned,
It has twists and turns, that we’ll never understand;

Life never stops, no matter the time or season,
Its existence is evolutionary, like the “Garden of Eden.”
It is a story book, pages full of complexities,
It baffles our minds, and exposes our insecurities

What is life? It’s beauty, change, imagination, too,
An everlasting rollercoaster ride, experienced by me and you!

Written: © 9/8/15

Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry | |

Behind the Mask

Behind The Mask

Behind the mask is a face of grace,
Enhanced by the lines, of life’s rat race!
A thing of beauty with a story untold,
Eyes send a message that soothes the soul!

Behind the mask hidden from reality,
Is an unconscious mind, full of mystery!
Brain waves quivering with every heartbeat,
Still clinging to life, not accepting defeat!

Behind the mask is a smile of relief,
As a mist fills the room with disbelief!
Lips whispering words softly in ones ear,
To let them know there’s nothing to fear!

Behind the mask is a heart of gold,
Living on forever in an angelic soul!

Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Of Sweet Life, All Blessings Future May Bring

Of Sweet Life, All Blessings Future May Bring

Why curse the morn when my friends cheer
for my well being and greater health.
Should I not now vanquish my great fear,
look anew at my friends as epic wealth?

O' heart will you better control my mind
vow truly to hold brighter each day!
Consider friends Ive been blessed to find
and know that forever friends we'll stay!

Why curse life when happiness can be found
in sunrise, sweet breeze and family love?
Shall I let loose joy and truth be unbound
in praising life and heavenly Father above?

Sometimes a new day's joy sets one to sing
of sweet life, all blessings future may bring!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-17-2016

Note: Dedicated to my friends, the Duggan family,
Peter and Vera, whose poetic verses so inspired 
and helped me see a brighter light today after such a dark
and deeply foreboding night.
My friends , reading both of your poems this morn were truly
a godsend to me.. Thanks so much......
Also want to say, my many other poet friends here are tops in
my book. They know who they are and I thank them all for their
kindness and concern..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Alliteration | |



Human nature is never satisfied
temporal fulfilments we evaluate and try
these things may serve their use
inexhaustible riches we so oft’ confuse

 generous gifts are open-handedly bestowed
our appetites are whetted—seldom slowed
contentment remains an elusive pleasure
stubbornly we pursue all earthly treasure

our fun-filled ,self-styled life—insane
wearily penetrating absurdities of life—inane
negating souls try unearth significance –require
eternal cravings provide--solitary meaningful desire

Copyright © Kim van Breda | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |


Quiet whispers   
whispering about sex
sex is natural   
everyone's whispering about sex
masculine  feminine  energy
male  and  female sex   
let’s talk about it     
let’s talk about sex
souls dating    souls mating
I’m first,   he’s next 
he's staring at it,   going at it
no calls,   no text
lose the negative stigma associated with sex
come  come      
sexual  education is up next
here’s what we need to know
admire the body  
it inspires growth
be kinky--- blindfolded---  suck on toes
no shame in it      
play with it,   play with it
see where it goes 
no birds and bees for me     
vagina,  penis   
it works for me     
sex is not to be put to shame
sex so good   I call out his name
Oh, God   Oh God,   his name
sex so good,   no shame     
sex so good,   no blame 
sex is an antidote for emotional pain
I'm healed,   I'm healed    
sex game

Copyright © Nailah Baniti | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

Images Returned Have Meaningful Say

Little of one is directly ourself shown
True reflection not oft on display
A murk through which we see not each other
Indiscernible behind curtains of grey
To reach for another without mirrored emotion
Is apt to cause misunderstood pain
For life is meant to be clearly apparent
Images returned have meaningful say

In searching through fields of tinted reflection
Hoping to find truth and devotion
Chance did I upon honest return
Amid scores of shadow-mirrored emotion
This image a likeness unto itself
Crystal in opulent ray
Upon this mirror forever I gaze
Images returned have meaningful say

A mirror return full of hope and promise
Such is life's sole position
To cast such view returned upon the world
Would fill my heart with pride-filled mission
Such image is cast into my life
Given by one with joyous display
Content to withdraw her shading and cloak
Images returned have meaningful say

With such image brightening my soul
Reflecting directly open upon my heart
Caught in its trance - hypnotic of style
My barriers of defense soon fall apart
Thus, into this view I cast my life
Knowing inside their must surely be way
To join this image in its totality of grace
Images returned have meaningful say

If clear reflection I too might cast
Between might bid we free forever sorrow
Returning truth of purpose to each
Guiding the other into tomorrow
A life of two - mirrored halves
One and each the other's incident ray
Happiness found between clarity of love
Images returned have meaningful say
"The Poet Who Lies Within"

Copyright © Jim Culhane | Year Posted 2007

Details | Blank verse | |

Meaningful Screw You's

I'm done with this I've had enough of this/
Slushy trip since Hell Paso son just quit
This empty pursuit
Of letting the past keep livin' through you/
Go ahead and equip the damn truth
It is that simple to choose
What state of the neighbor of the temple you use
But you're just so adamant to worship/
Every preliminary negative
Which is why you have sentiment for those sedatives
Want evidence man your head has been/
Set on making your *****Titanic as
You steer into a gigantic crash/
Without any ****ing idea what effect thy absence has/
On the kids and on me too/
My heart feels ripped the honest truth/
To see you empty as your holes in the wall
You're like a ghost to us all/
Pale as the Seroquil pills you down/
I want to help but under the meds what you feel gets drowned/
I have the inauspicious fear you'll end up just like Tommy
That's why I pray every night/ I can't lose you Robbie

You have no idea 
What it's like
To watch you die
Every day
Every night
All the time
You can't even see that I am
Here with you
By your side
But as much
As I try
You deny
That I fight
For your life then I scream that
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance) 
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance)
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)

Why can't you just forget the past
Take some time to look at the bigger picture and not be back in a flash
We're Kruger (pronounced close to sounding like Kroger)/ the fear you helped restore gives me bags
And I'm beyond tired of takin' attacks from your last-
Ing grudge for my darker days/
I love you but I wish to part our ways/
There's only so much my heart can take
In terms of holes and you immerse me in 'em the Spartan way/
It's not our choice we're physically far away/
And yes half the reason is me that our spark gave way/
But this time it's your fault that our world is shaking
You shut me out because the ears of another girl were waiting/
It seems that even for Britney your concern's decaying
It's ****ed up/ 'cause you never acknowledged how much I changed/
'Cause of our rapport me and my fam are pretty much estranged
**** these games you love to play/ 'tween now and then nothin's changed
Good luck not lovin' me as much as pain

You have no idea 
What it's like
To watch you die
Every day
Every night
All the time
You can't even see that I am
Here with you
By your side
But as much
As I try
You deny
That I fight
For your life then I scream that
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance) 
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance)
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)

For a year it's been suicide with clues to find solutions I/
Don't think you're usin' my heartful l advice/ damn dude have I
Not been full of time so you could find/ reasons for you to not be blue and live/
But everytime I cope a sit and let you vent/ you walk off and do the opposite/
Talk about exhausted *****try listenin' to all your promises
And problems it's/ a shame how it's all turned out
I'm so burnt out/
I'll be the last to say this won't work out/
If you take your anger out on me again like I'm a dating spot/
Speakin' of those feelings that you refrain from not (knot)-
Icing was it honesty/ or rants of despar (as in spar) ity exasperated by deprav (as in im"prov") ity/
Or is there a real fervor (as in carni"vore") for me
If so then why you ignor (same as above) ing me/
For a Vai's you say you are not strong enough to close
Go **** yourself with a rubber hose
I don't care where the **** it goes/
I was there when no one was and this' the thanks I get
Never was I a dick to you so why'd you wank me *****/
My tears have turned into repressed anger/
For you a brother to me now a depressed stranger
That I have to put up longer than my dress' hanger

You have no idea 
What it's like
To watch you die
Every day
Every night
All the time
You can't even see that I am
Here with you
By your side
But as much
As I try
You deny
That I fight
For your life then I scream that
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance) 
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)
To me your life's meaningful (good riddance)
But I'm 'bout this close to sayin' **** you (you idiot)

Copyright © Robbie Butler | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

The trap of materialism

So you want more nice things!
Will your life have more meaning?
When you have more stuff, is it ever enough?

Don't you know that there's more,
to life, than keeping score,
of who has more things,
what joy does that bring?

Our days are numbered,
don't just fill them with slumber.
And just having fun,
doesn't mean that you've won.

Your life should have meaning,
a purpose in being.
Doing all these things is,
like trying to catch the wind.


Wind catchers don't know
which way to go.
Wind catchers don't find,
true peace of mind.
Wind catchers can't see,
the truth that sets them free.
Wind catchers climb ladders,
but, does their life matter?
Wind catchers die with more,
but, who's keeping score?

A simple life is the best!

John Derek Hamilton   Feb 2, 2013 revised November 18, 2015

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic | |

Wise Old Soul

                                             WISE OLD SOUL

                                           Old soul, old words
                                  Consistent routine, vivid dreams,
                                            Drink rain water,
                                            Link and reorder,
                                    All things need to be in order,
                                   Sweep the floor, open the door,
                          Invite the light, more knowledge in the temple,
                                   Process it all, careful don’t fall,
                                   All or nothing, realize this truth,
                                      Keep searching, don’t sleep,
                                Release illusions, out with the stress
                          Confess all your mess, Address it immediately,
                                Leave the I, the drive is the practice,
                                    This isn’t history, look this way,
                                    Remain conscious, here to stay,
                                It’s consciousness, in biological order,
                                    Valid metaphors, no more wars,
                                               My way of life,
                                          While strife carries on,
                                               Amongst chaos,
                                   Living cells, interacting really well,
                                     Crafted by the Buddhist hands,
                                                  Can you..... 
                                  The forever flowing internal dance,
                             A strong spirit, advanced with free thought?
                                     This is where things go wrong,
                                Have an open mind, read all the time,
                                                   Send out,
                            Hope towards others, energy of compassion,
                                    Wise words, need to be heard,
                                                 Now behold,
                                                 Words from, 
                                             The wise old soul.

                                                Quincy Mac
date written: 7.12.2015

Copyright © Quincy Mac | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |


Swimming revolutions,
Walking in the right lane,
Cultural institutions,
Every second's the same.

Our destinies intertwine,
Though our paths differ,
While we are not caught on a fishing line,
We are all cycled through the same filter.

The steady monotony,
Of wake, swim, eat, sleep,
Echoes quite similarly,
To our habitat of mindless routine and day dreams.

We all dream of adventure yet squander our independence,
To you, tank or sea water have no difference,
You are all served the same universal dish,
Yet you always seem content in your glass container,
While we brood in our confinement constantly searching for a departure,
That is why at aquariums,
I find the people as fascinating as the fish.

Copyright © Michael Zavaletta | Year Posted 2015

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Memories of Past Year

Memories of Past Year

There are days I can't remember to where and when I didn't think of you along the ocean

I'm so lost in deep thought with a blank stare for hours and hours with longing of your pure devotion

It seemed like yesterday when all I could do was think of you, all I could do was think of you

How could we just let our emotions get the better of us and be so endlessly through, through.

We've both taken this soulful journey, I thought we were doing so happy and extremely fine

Looking outside my painted glazed window, the sky was bound by hope, love, faith and the world was mine

These days man, all I ever do is think of you, think of you in everything I say and do

How could we just let our emotions get the better of us and be so endlessly through, through.

With each and every passing day, I am taken so far, far and further away

With each and every passing day, I am taken so far, far and further away

These days I feel like I am flying into an unknown future along the ocean sand shores

I'm clinging to those memories of the hunger we saw in each others eyes of yesteryear.

As you held me with dazzling arms, it felt like you had sweet molten fires in your loving eyes

The stars lit up with their approval while we kissed and lay neath the hypnotic calming skies

It seemed like yesterday when all I could do was think of you, all I could do was think of you

How could we just let our emotions get the better of us and be so endlessly through, through.

With each and every passing day, I do know we will find a way and I will keep believing

In every moment of each passing day I'd pay a penny and much more if you'd think of me

But knowing this and believing this I really know that this is just a fantasy

I still dream of those island ocean songs we once had and lost thoughts of memories and longing.

I still dream of those island ocean songs we once had and lost thoughts of memories and longing

With each and every passing day I do know we will find a way and I will keep believing.

Written: Jan. 2, 2016
Eve T.M.

Copyright © Eve T.M.Carter | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative | |

Comatose To Life

Comatose To Life

Somewhere on a small island called Penang, historically known as the Pearl Of The Orient…
There is a heartwarming tale of how tender loving care revived a comatose patient…

The patient is a fully qualified Florence Nightingale about to launch her nursing career ..
Full of hopes and dreams,  excited about achieving her goals in her chosen career…

But the cruelties of real life was fatefully unloaded on her one unlucky day…
A twisted sense of fate saw a motorcycle accident  that cruelly  left her for dead..

But her strong will to survive and fight was something no doctors could have forseen… 
She being in a vegetative state, those experts think they know enough to proclaim…

There’s no hope of full recovery, poor girl, and it is best to pull the plug on her…
Given her extensive injuries, her vegetative state, it’s best not to prolong her misery..

Her ever loving aunt, her only mother she had known, was resolute in her decision…
Come what may, her favorite niece will have her undivided love, care and attention ….

No one knows the depths of agony and the despair this loving aunt quietly suffered…
The loneliness and the infinite patience, only a mother maternal could have done better…

Through 2 long years of unending love and tenderness, against all negative perceptions..
From the expert doctors to the disbelieving relatives, she tirelessly persevered in her actions..

Today her  plucky comatose patient is awakened, though she is far from full recovery…
What matters is she is alive, she has made it through, though there’s need for counselling …

This story is just a beginning for Janice Chuah Chai Ming, it’s  the start of a long recovery  journey..
This poem is just to document the power and the intensity of love and perseverance extraordinary…  

For Chuah Bee Hong, the loving aunt who quit her job to devote full time for Janice’s recovery..
Prayers be with you and your loved ones, good deeds like this deserves only good in life’s glory..

Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

Do not worry about tomorrow

No man has the authority to undo 
the past or control the future. And 
know that yesterday’s burden is but 
today’s lesson and Tomorrow is just 
a dream of hope.Therefore, let not 
your spirit be anxious by what’s been 
done and by a day that does not yet 
exist. Consider the creatures that soar
through the sky and creep upon the  
earth, they do not let the bitterness of 
days gone by and fear of what’s to come 
drive them insane for they know to live 
one day at a time. 

Copyright © Haile Tesfaye | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

what is wrong with humanity

We yearn to possess but 
forget to appreciate ; just 
like oil and water we’re 
incapable of uniting to 
become one element. Our 
destructive entity has kept 
us estranged and incompetent
to work off each other. We are 
all struggling in the grip of love.
Remember the internal and external
worlds are mirrors. Let us form the 
inner world out of love and kindness  
as it will influence the perception of 
the outer world.

Copyright © Haile Tesfaye | Year Posted 2015

Details | Monoku | |


MY ONE LINERS WILL is to STRIKE T S U N A M I Jazzy flamboyant boogie wave climax, a disaster show. D E C E P T I O N Sugar-apple are the smiles yet to her eyes, I see lemons. D I R T Y D A N C I N G Dauntless dazzling dainty dolls dirtily dancing disfigures dignity. S U C C E S S I bit the metals but I didn't break, only I became marshmallows after. B A T T L E of the S E X E S Hundred men can build a bridge yet with one woman there's a home. _________________________________________________________________ 9:57 PM; December 17, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

The tree of life

The tree of life links all mankind 
in routes of genes. It began as a 
seed sown and grew into branches 
rich with offspring of every kind but 
the bitterness of the world has trembled 
its core causing some leaves to fall and 
vanish in the void while others ponder on
fate and wander on the origin of their traits.

Copyright © Haile Tesfaye | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet | |

Life's Hardships

As I experience life's hardships
I learn to accept the cost
An end must come to most relationships
No matter what is lost
It get shaky, it gets rough
Life throws us many curve balls
Yet I realize it's not enough
As I walk down these hallowed halls
As humans we push, we thrive
To give others a better tomorrow
It's the very thing that keeps us alive
Even if it brings us sorrow
And whether we had joy and peace or hate and strife
The way you embrace death will show how you endured life


Copyright © James Cottrell | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative | |


            Love is a word
       whIch  has all meanings
            F ill  with true 
            Emotions of Nature in. ...

With love all
jagdish bajantri

Copyright © jagdish bajantri | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet | |

Complete Cookie

Who would of thought, A Cookie would make us Complete
From the moment we met, We were glad to meet
Vegan inspired, You'd thought it be Yucky!
Therefore I shared, And you were so lucky 

Satisfied taste buds, Along with good Conversation 
Over a Year later, Off an exit you should've never taken
Soft Kisses and touches, Feeding our imaginations
A feeling much deeper, two hearts making a connection

If I am your Cookie, Then what are you to me 
My Blue furry Monster, From Sesame Street

The Cookie to your Monster ; )

Copyright © Tiffany Diaz | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

A Mirror To Gaze On

The greatest pleasure exists 
in the simplest things and 
so fashion a perfect mirror 
of thyself in which when 
your alone you can gaze

Copyright © Haile Tesfaye | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

All that is life

Are we to stand without fear,
That eats us up inside, 
Continuing to stay clear,
Of the worries we try to hide.

Moving on forward and surpassing all troubles, 
While remaining in focus, 
Still respecting our struggles,

Remembering the days of glory, 
Sometimes start to fade,
It's all written like a story,
But all of the pages have yet to be made. 

Spare all of the things of negative sort,
Time is forever forthcoming, 
For all that is life, may be far too short.

Paul Walmsley 

Copyright © Paul Walmsley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

The Painting

The potrait of the birth,
bearing innocence&purity,
starting to fade slowly,
to culminate in its destiny.

The drawing now has the colors,
enriched with nature's touch,
fainting into shaded variations,
creating a well defined search. 

The sketch is almost complete,
vividly describing its boundaries,
reckoning the limits of itself,
miffed with the set embroideries.

The scene is fully established,
Creating its magical essence,
beneath the base of hard work,
cementing the proposed escence.

The painting of beautiful life,
its all part of the canvas,
with fixed ends at each corner,
mixture of smiles and sadness. 

The brush is in your hand, 
paint as you would love to see,
with the last stroke of the color,
it should be all you dreamt to be.

Copyright © Suraj Grover | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

The Sower

Be the sower of time 
Strive without end 
For the seeds that fall
Amongst stony ground 
bend only to be crushed 
by the world.They’re shallow 
and wither when the sun’s
heats are on life. Those that
are scattered unto thorns 
have no land for their roots 
to grow but those that are 
cast into good soil mend and
harvest abundant fruits. Let 
us not be delivered unto 
trampled path to be sedate 
by earthly traditions till we’re
drawn to perdition.

Copyright © Haile Tesfaye | Year Posted 2015

Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Life According to Rhoda

Social issues elevate politics into the ring,  
Whilst a loving family frees your interest thing, 
But all people need the state and NHS, 
Which step in to assist when life is less.

But everything deepends much upon legislation, 
The law, its acts and clauses are foundation, 
Its wordings either narrow you into a lark, 
Or respect your essence and dignity in hark. 

If you are the storyteller expected to win, 
The ear of the great who accounts for your sin, 
Your module is no problem to your friends, 
Or to your colleague who her hand to you extends.


Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |


My mind is aching
it is in pain
atheists say, “She’ll never walk again.”
do not listen
they are speaking sane
crazy hurts,   so does pain
sanity is the illusion
the imagination is insane
picture it,  see yourself---- walk again

open your eyes
stay focus
memories get lost when we lose focus
stay focus

don’t talk
speak softly
you will hear
what am I to hear?
listen here
I can hear
I hear myself

wiggle your toes
wiggle them
stand up and receive
do not give up
believe and stand up
push through the pain
how bad do you wish to walk again?
I know it hurts
it's pain
remove those mental chains
forget the hurt
you will gain
listen to the heart
be insane

Be a baby
look at the baby crawl
the baby's not afraid to fall?
be the baby crawl
stand up and fall
pain is natural
allow yourself to feel
allow yourself to deal
humble yourself to kneel
admit it
you can feel
I do feel

you need to remember
what am I to remember?
think not of what to remember
just remember
I remember
I am a member
a member of the law
a member of the lord
a god
good God
oh, God
I am God
I am in rehab

Copyright © Nailah Baniti | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

You Can Say I'm A Dreamer

Hate when they say, "don't get your hopes up, baby,"
'Cause it only means you never once tried to believe
In something bigger than your little selves
That you leave sitting on the shelves.
I on the other hand, know very well,
I can overcome every obstacle;
Can raise myself as high as I put my hopes up.
'Cause how can dreams be dreams,
If they're never meant to make me see
There's so much more to life, than it seems.

Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Summer Celebration

Sweet sounds drifting through the air, 
causing happiness everywhere.
Flowers bloom and sunshine shows, 
all happiness seems to glow.
Adults and children join and gather,
the air is filled with joyful chatter.
Birds are chirping and skies are blue,
everything is perfect, good as new.
Picnics on the fresh, green grass,
everyone toasts with a glass.
Songs and dances through the night, 
everything seems to be just right.
Cheers to you and cheers to me,
we're all a big happy family.

Copyright © Mackenzie K. | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

Drive the Evil out

A spirit that dwells without 
peace will not find rest but 
it’ll roam aimlessly. 

Copyright © Haile Tesfaye | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |


Who will be the voice of the animals
humans are flesh eaters
behaving like cannibals
too many dead animals
we're perpetrating a lie
they're not hotdogs and burgers
that’s a lie 
they’re DEAD animals
not veal  
not a bloody steak
ill thinking----gluttony----HUGE mistake
speak for the Animals
speak for LIFE
why are we hunting animals  
why are we hunting animal LIFE
too many dead animals
we need an Animal Court
who will speak for the dead animals
killing LIFE for sport 
no speech for the animals
but they have voices too
listen with the heart    you’ll hear
how do you do
listen with the heart    moo moo
I have a family too   
“be the voice of the animals”
be profound   
profoundly true
I am the voice of the animals 

Copyright © Nailah Baniti | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Lesson of Life

Age five. A child wakes to play drifting away into her imaginary state of mind. Feeling better than fine as she's blinded by fantasy skies too dazed behind those glimmering eyes of hope to see the pain of reality. This rocky terrain feared by many. Yet unseen by children living a life from the hope within. Age thirteen. A child wakes and life is.. different. Being called a teen. Not a child, not an adult but an in between. Confused and feeling unseen by the world fearing is THIS the reality? Moving out of that imaginary stage and into the background of the play. Gazing at the earth, hostile towards mother and father screaming, "I didn't ask for you to give birth to me!" Aging is inevitable and out of our control. How depressing it can be stuck in the middle, not even wanting to be seen because we are just the in between. As adults run around cackling, Oh they don't know anything they are just teens! They are the worst generation in society!" Age eighteen. Weightless and free drifting into the world of adulthood. How grateful a feeling to finally be understood. No. Thats a joke. A hoax set out by the world that your are now a free adult able to post your own opinion. To play your own role. You do not become easily understood as adult, but you gain understanding. A feeling better than any wish that could be granted. Learning that you carry old pieces of you through your journey. The five year old of childhood teaches you to always keep that sparkle in your eye of hope to arise and to your surprise it could bring faith to others lives at the roughest of times. The misunderstood teen. Carries a lesson that no part of you is ever missing the only reason you may be lead to depression is because of misconception that is always able to be redirected to a brighter mindset. Entering adulthood. A lesson that what is old is still good. What's antique still holds memories from the ages of written stories on pages filled with history of love and hate and the great thing is, they still exist! Through the ink on paper written by the pen in your fist with the flick of the wrist its printed still in vein. To reminisce on during the fearfulness of rocky terrain. So slow your pace long enough to let the seconds of the clock soak into your silk skin, reminiscing unforgettable memories that embody who you have become. Feel that warm embrace of the sun. See the lights of the world is on your side because in my mind. You never live to die, you live to feel alive.

Copyright © Lindsay Dubey | Year Posted 2015