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You tell us, ‘Fix your eyes on me,’
Yet, I let them wander...
To others, to socials;
To the eternal slumber —
To anything that will distract,
What is this hole in me that gnaws at
me so deep?
Fought so hard to be alive;
even in sleep* —
Lord, open my eyes,
Yes, awaken me again
from this earthly  ‘freeze’
so that I can live,
thrive and fix my eyes on thee.
A poem from the archives.
*the 40-day coma
Lee Jul 21
Thoughts were fast
They're slower now
like shooting a gun
in slow motion

It hits just as hard
maybe twice of that
the true pain comes
with the waiting

oh true, it is simple
they lengthened the bride
A longer train ride,
from me to my soul
I wrote this sometime in highschool, when I was first medicated for ADHD
Zywa Jul 17
Hey, he looks past me,

completely preoccupied --


with my arrival.
"Diary 1960-1961" (2006, Frida Vogels) - April 12th, 1960, Amsterdam

Collection "Trench Walking"
silvervi Jun 28
I deserve peace and calm and I am able to refocus my attention.
Our attention is our superpower. Big thanks for 100 followers 🙏🌞
silvervi Jun 8
I refuse to listen to the self-harming negative talk in my mind.
I keep refocusing my attention on how I want to talk to myself instead.
The power of a conscious attention-shift is greatly underestimated.
It's dark but it won't stay this way
When a broken heart releases some of the pain
With a goodbye to yesterday
And a welcomed smile for today

It is like a burst of song
Knowing tomorrow may never come
A moment where night becomes day
To focus on life again.

© Debra Lea Ryan
21.04.2025
In Song @ You Tube >  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UguPUq0I5TQ
Mrs Timetable Apr 15
Can I
Live
In your
Moment?
I want to
Learn
Focus on my now
Learning to live in the moment
Piyush Apr 15
A coward hiding behind the mask,
A coward who can’t handle a task.
A coward who can’t earn a dime—
Why can’t he see a bit of shine?

In a world full of intelligence,
There lives one lost in negligence.
He wants the power in his hands,
To write a story that understands.

The coward finally sees himself,
While finding his story on a shelf.
He stays inside his little shell,
Not knowing what to give up—
the fear, the past, or the hell.
silvervi Apr 13
There is no need to rush. Stop stressing around. Start looking at this very moment because this is where you truly are. Now. Alive.
This breath is needed for the next years to come. Let's give this breath our attention. Let's stay present with it.
This was a reminder to myself just now. I figured it might be helpful for someone else.
Joss Lennox Apr 11
back in the zone, back to facing my darkest shadows,
refusing to settle for outdated versions,
choosing to confront, not run
here is where I meet myself, without the judge,
with more understanding,
and unconditional love,
because if there were no struggle,
to some degree,
how would I even begin to know the real me?
Writing has always been a way for me to express myself. I hope sharing some of it helps anyone struggling to find their voice.
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