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I am laughing
at the inside of my head

it is thinking
of lines that are funny

only to it


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
 Nov 2018 ArielMarriel
Halle
Life is stressful
But it’s okay
I’m getting by

Some days are rough
But it’s okay
I still see the light

People come and go
But it’s okay
I have people that love me

I’m tired a lot
But it’s okay
I’ll get my rest one day
This past week has been a lot but I’m standing
 Nov 2018 ArielMarriel
Halle
Everything is okay
I promise you’ll get though this
You’re strong
And beautiful
And smart
And funny

I believe you
Even when no one else does
I’m here for you
To listen
And love
And care
And help

~A promise to myself
I’m going though some stuff at the moment and I need some self love. If anyone ever needs to talk or just needs someone to listen I’m here for you
 Nov 2018 ArielMarriel
Yitkbel
Do you get caught off guard by life
As if it were a dream-
A fleeting moment-
Caught off guard in motion
Caught off guard by the poetry
That pours out of you
Involuntarily and incessantly?

Like when your pressure blocked ear
Suddenly opens and you realize
You are finally truly hearing for the
Very first time

Your closely watched soul
Suddenly sees the light unguarded by you
And fearlessly
It embraces life

I was caught off guard by you
In that moment of total vulnerability
Undefended by fear
And was conquered unconditionally
Forever by the thoughtless love
Another brief thunder before another calm.
I have been taking a course on War and Peace with Julia Zarankin and during our class discussions, a point was made that woke up a notion in my mind, it was said that "[the characters] don't truly live unless they do so involuntarily" I don't remember it being said in class, but I felt as if they were caught off by life, and I felt as if I have always lived this way.
Always caught off guard by everything, life, poetry, or love.

And yesterday, after coming out of the lift, and going for a short walk, it wasn't until I suddenly felt my ears open up and hearing everything anew so sharply that I realize that my ears were blocked in the first place.
I felt the same way finding love when I finally forgot to look for it and felt everything anew so profoundly. All my joy, my longing, my pain.
Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts:
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say, “This poet lies,
Such heavenly touches ne’er touched earthly faces.”
So should my papers, yellowed with their age,
Be scorned like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be termed a poet’s rage,
And stretchèd metre of an antique song.
    But were some child of yours alive that time,
    You should live twice, in it and in my rhyme.
 Nov 2018 ArielMarriel
Zoe Mae
I reached into the bag and
pulled out what I got
They said I had to live with it
like it or not
It didn't seem fair
They insisted it was
Life is what your born
I asked why? Just because
So please go stand
in that line over there
A biped will approach you
pretending to care
At this point I tossed
my grab back towards the sack
Quipped I'll pass on the offer
and dove into the black
Night sits on my chest
Squeezes poems out of me
And grinds my poor soul
I think I lost my mind,
Between finding myself
And letting parts go that
I'm not sure of anymore.
I needed the strength to bind
My brain together, but what's left
Isn't enough, and getting it back
Is leaving my heart sore.
Friends are slipping away,
Because I do not have control
Over what I do, or if I talk
About the pressure of being myself.
Sad thing is, I'm losing more each day,
The war opened up my soul,
I knew I was not
Normal since I met this hollow desk,
And my mind worked itself away-
All feedback is welcome and appreciated
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