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Breanna Stockham Dec 2017
Some like to live by following lists
To decide what's good enough,
Trusting the rules, the "shoulds" and ideals,
Not heart, intuition or gut.

Rulebooks and list have a time and place,
A purpose, a reason, a use,
But if unhappy we aren't let down
We just list another excuse.

"He's so nice, I must be wrong,
This job should be my dream."
Following lists can lead to smiles  
But they won't make you beam.

To find your own fulfillment,
Don't follow a recipe,
Or assume it is one size fits all,
Don't take your happiness lightly.

So yes, you can follow a guide
Of where you think you should go,
You can settle for things that make you content
Or wait for what makes you glow.
JAMIL HUSSAIN Nov 2017
It’s an illness
Or should I say a curse
Her eyes lit with that glow
A l i k e  an unveiling
Sacred  v e r s e

✒ ℐamil Hussain
Maria Etre Nov 2017
You're
attractive
when
you're
positive
Her
Like fire,
she needs oxygen to breathe.
Like the sun,
she needs fuel to burn.
Like the moon,
she needs light to glow.
Like the stars,
she needs to be herself to shine.
mel Nov 2017
the rain
(dance)s with me:
a dialect that (speaks) so much
softer than the (silence) you’d bleed
as it dripped (around) you and your e n d l e s s
ringing; an emptying of (my entirety) i am this coming
to be . . .this be coming of we (& my) colors won't
stop as the (bones) in my knees do continue to
flow thru this new winter breeze as i (glow)
(from) rhythm of growth i now sing in
(the) hurt and your sting i create my
own theme; this is (freedom)
to me i am one with
the leaves as (i)
turn and i
(leave)
dance speaks silence around my entirety
& my bones glow from the freedom i leave.
Colm Oct 2017
Green
Growing
Not like the heart

Red with eternity
Ever slowing
Dying slowly
Like the sun
Is the knowingness
Of the dead leaves

Be near to me
Be evergreen
Growing
*Knowing
Thinking of these
How The Sunlight Curls
Autumn Noel Oct 2017
The morning glow drifts slowly across my face
although my body screams I do not leave
I lay soaking up every single last ray
unmoving for hours
feeling my bones slowly warm along with my soul
contentment grows and my mind yearns to stay
but my body aches
I reach out my toes and then my feet
I stand wary
and run my fingers along the white chipping fences
slowly making my way home
Maria Etre Sep 2017
I shed my skin
with the
falling leaves
and saw myself
glow
in the dreary
weather of
Autumn
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