when you're drowning in an ocean of sad thoughts,
you don't trip out onto the beach:
sooner or later, the waves will sweep you off your feet
and you will be unprepared
when the waters close over your head.
instead, you take a deep breath
and say your prayers
and you dive in.
the quickest way to learn to swim
is to have no other choice.
As the cards switched hands, some made the bet,
Our incoherent mumble, a loitering mess,
The sun has ebbed, our eyes are bright,
But blank and eager they're filled with fight.
The tomb is empty, but soon to be filled,
Our loss of money and saddened build,
The aftermath of our bleeding blood,
The hollow shell of its lingered kill.
Give me someone to lean upon,
Abundant it is and evident it's gone,
Left alone upon the street,
So scramble they do and dance they don't,
The leftovers of a night from home.
Limelight.
Why do we go for the things we're not supposed to?
Why are we attracted to things our parents are opposed too?
Why can't we control the things we are unknowingly exposed too?
How come despite our best efforts, we can be fully composed to
A Cure For Writer's Block by KirstenJacob, literature
Literature
A Cure For Writer's Block
When your pen hits the paper and nothing comes out
With a full cartridge, something's about.
Sitting there lonely staring off into space
You've got Writer's Block mate, it's a terrible case
The symptoms are some of the worse things to *bare
If left untreated, might as well say a prayer.
Diagnosing the problem is the first step to take
So let's get it started before it's too late.
Do you find yourself doing, the things you've put off?
Or watching TV late at night till you cough?
Dusting and cleaning. Hunting for food.
Surfing the net since you've found yourself glued.
Hanging out with friends all night long?
Getting them together for a nig
Life Is Kind of Like A Bike Ride... by topazcat511, literature
Literature
Life Is Kind of Like A Bike Ride...
Hold tight to the handlebars,
Balance yourself,
Remember how to use the brake,
And never, ever, lose sight of the road ahead of you.
Life is kind of like a bike ride
Riding up the road,
I feel my muscles burn,
I feel the roughness of my breath,
And the pleasant weightlessness of being on wheels.
I feel the wind split across my face,
The summer sky painting itself just for me tonight,
I smile as I enjoy this one perfect moment of bliss;
There's no one yelling my name,
No one threatening my future,
No one telling me I'm wrong,
Or that I'm too weak.
I smile as I just let the road fly underneath me,
The black rings circling