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Stephen Knox Sep 2024
Have you ever had a feeling, a feeling so true.
Of why you came down here, to be split up in two.

The past we have lived through, will always exist.
Right in beside us, using some mathematical twist.

Work on connecting, all the you, that you can.
Playing your part, in fulfilling gods plan.

If life with no purpose, is what you believe.
Try opening your heart, and begin to receive.

The God of our existence, has never been the same.
As this lord being worshipped, that created the game.

The true source, has little to do with this place.
So well disguised, within everyone's face.

Here is the last thing, I'd like you to know.
Things happening above, also happen below.

Duality clutches to both goodness and wrath.
Keeping us centered, upon the middle path.
Steve Page Jun 2022
Quote from Paddington in Paddington the Movie

“Mrs. Brown say in London everyone is different, but that means anyone can fit in.  I think she must be right because, although I don’t look like anyone else, I really do feel at home.  I will never be like other people, but that’s alright, because I’m a bear.  A bear called Paddington.”
I think there a little of Paddington in all of us.
Jordan Ray Apr 2022
Pull away from my arms
And rest your head on someone else's shoulders
I don't mind

When the smoke clears and;
You're thinking straight and thinking sober
You'll realise

That we were just two different people, pulled into the same old light
But when it got dark, we started to fight
'Cause we're looking for the eye of the needle
In amongst the hay of everyday people
We're bound to get it wrong sometimes
And that's alright
By me
louella Apr 2022
oh, how i wish i could be those girls in miniskirts
those girls who make 360 turns
in their Range Rovers
those girls who have boyfriends in perms
those girls who never recycle
those girls who party all night and never see real struggles
those girls who find opportunities on their rich stepdad’s floor
those girls who walk lightly cause they’re attainable  

but those girls die early due to their depression
they overdose on medication cause the media’s attention is too
unconventional
they scream into their pillows at night and
cut their tongues to make an effort to be silent
they kick and punch, but the world has no sympathy
they get discarded and left for the next best thing

and so
maybe i don’t wanna be those girls
i wanna stick to my world
where normal isn’t boring, it is a staple
and in a world where the only thing the future holds
is the future
not sick and twisted girls in miniskirts
i hate myself so i wanna be someone else, but i know that’s not the way to go...

4/18/22
Zack Ripley Mar 2022
A single act of violence
A single act of kindness
A single act of love
Can make all the difference
When push comes to shove
The Foodie One Feb 2022
I am a
Lego Castle -
this Me, standing tall
for Everyone to see -
Is an Us

I’m made of
a million
of different pieces -
tiny colorful ones,
each different and unique

I was born One
and became Many
as years passed by;
Every new little piece
I made contact with,
changed me -

I haven’t lost myself,
I just
Grew;
And every time
I meet a new part,
It makes me a little more

Whole
© 05/02/2022
Haritha Seby Jan 2022
I am rude...
And my stubbornness lacerate the flesh.
I don't listen anyone...
I strive to halt the conversation
With my sword.
Then they shed blood,
And burst into tears.
Do you feel depressed or suicidal? We all feel lonely from time to time. Feelings of loneliness are personal, so everyone's experience of loneliness will be different.
Him Oct 2021
The home you miss, is my burden; the longing of distance and miles is not there.

Concealed within living bone and spiral, no conquered land can I long winter, and longer yet retain.

Would you miss it - if it were always near? Those crude constructions composed of flora's corpses and Oran's nails; compose another, and... Still ye dismay:

"The house is similar, but the home is not the same."

A home requires a heart, but man has long since lost theirs; so crawling, I wonder:

"What difference is there?"
This piece presents a monologue, of a snail innately unable to appreciate Man's concept of "Home". The Snail professes an element of Man lost, a home's cause, thus no difference is to be had.
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