The Journey I'm walking through rough waters. There are many arms trying to pull me away. They fight to drag me from my chosen path, But yet I persevere, and continue down the river. The waters grow more and more turbulent. The arms, much stronger than before. The temptation to turn away is growing. My will, struggling to proceed. In my mind I doubt my ability to go on. Fatigue is racing through my veins, But yet I continue on my way. Finally, my journey is complete. My falls... many. But the reward for perseverance is great. I look back, and see my journey was not in vain. I see that through the turbulence I grew stronger. The struggle not only tested me. It grew me into who I am. I look back with great respect. Respect for the journey. Regretting nothing.
Another Day i look around at emptiness everything that was is now gone people coming and going like the wind all are playing the pawn my world as i know it has been taken away my life -- permenantly changed i don't understand what goes on anymore my views have been rearranged i look at those who have gone before leaders who have turned the other way following the crowd and bringing others along by how they act -- and what they say i see them trapped -- entangled within the thorns bound by the weight of their chains they press deeper into their worldly prison trying to escape their tribulation pains they're entangled within a web of lies refusing to turn away when offered a chance to break through their chains they respond -- maybe another day
Stones Everywhere I look stones are falling Crumbling like sandcastles beneath the tides These stones which once stood atop high mountains Have been worn away by the winds of time Everywhere I look stones are falling Shaken from their foundations on high They've lost their footing and have taken the fall Bidding those left standing -- goodbye Everywhere I look stones have fallen Their faces so tired -- so sad As they continue their roll down the mountainside falling farther from the life they once had
Pressing On The sky is burning Falling to the ground My mind is cracking Not making a sound My heart is pounding Ready to explode I'm falling apart And I do not know How to rid myself Of this beast inside That's clentching my soul And making me cry The pain is racing It's taking control It's wearing me down It's taking its toll I don't know why I keep pressing on -- Why throughout this war I keep going strong But I know for sure Things will be OK I'll keep pressing on For all of my days
i like what i read...you have some very nice images working...especially in the last one...thanks for sharing... ~L
thank you. those are some of my favorites... i've got a lot more... but they're kinda iffish... mainly stuff from when i was like 14 and still new at writing. i don't write as much now so newer (better) stuff doesn't get made as much damn writer's block. oh well, hope everyone enjoys the poems
Writers block can be a bitch!! Don't worry though man, you'll be over it and writing again in no time.
lol. i've got what i'm thinking is almost permenant writer's block. it's been going on for like 2 years now... every now and then i'll come up with something... but it's just dying. i feel like i have no more inspiration left. ahhh... oh well. i just probably ran out of ideas,
Yup, but then when ya least expect it, something will just jump right out of ya!! Keep the faith man...
i would... but i like to use a lot of metaphores when i write. stones and the journey are both conceits (the whole poem's a giant metaphore for something else). this would be too hard for me to do baked because my mind goes in a million different directions when i'm high, and i can't keep focused on 1 thought or idea long enough to write a decent poem.
*Bump* I want some opinions from some of the newer blades... These are mad old, so ya'll probably never seen 'em here before. Lemme know what ya think. Good or bad - won't bother me.