Lapses and Bridges by LiterarySerenity, literature
Literature
Lapses and Bridges
Shelves came crashing down unexpectedly If I had been in the wrong place at the wrong time I would still feel the results right now through bruises and cuts and other scrapes always looking up to see what might fall next …and sometimes I still do Instead hard wooden edges met a fragile touchscreen computer cracks formed and a mad dash was made to a store for replacements to handle obligations scheduled to reach me through digital connections unable to handle lengthy waits for their resolution These lapses seem to have become a norm lately people disappear
She was supposed to be right; love was supposed to win, and the world was supposed to be a loving, kind place. That's what she was told; that's what she told herself. That's what she believed. I write because I was wrong, but mostly because love and kindness isn't. I write because I still have hope, and hope does something. When I've been in so much pain, when I write this poem in pain, Hope looks me in the eyes and says "do something." Hope can't fix everything, but when hope inspires to do something... And I see I wasn't supposed to be right, I was just supposed to do something after I was wrong.
Haunting Memories by illustrationsandme, literature
Literature
Haunting Memories
Life is always in motion A human with emotion A human with a heart Being sad is always a part Of being happy too How should I live without you? I don't know what to do... So I choose right for wrong I want to stay where I belong If I'm very mad about a thing I let it go and music I listening Music is what I love to see If being mad is haunting me I close my eyes for Reality I hope also that always we Stay together no matter what We stay together I realize that We are forever meant to be That is also what I really like to see So if I'm missing you today If I'm missing you tomorrow Listen to me please I want to say Happiness I choose before sorrow Life is always in deep motion No matter how fast or how slow Memories from the past I let it go Jill
Beautiful Rainbows by illustrationsandme, literature
Literature
Beautiful Rainbows
Feelings come and feelings go Emotions sometimes overflow Not longer in control over about Something that is not solid gold Sometimes that is also very mean Life is life and it is never green Life is maybe black or maybe blue Life knows lies but also the truth Life does have me and it haves you It can be maybe often different too Life knows family and it gives me Million reasons why I should be free Million other reasons why I'm not Life knows an ocean a deep blue sea Sometimes I give life all I've got The restless feeling of me depends On how sometimes a thing ends I never know what life does me bring Yeah I know life can be pretty amazing And when life gives me many rainbows I know after a storm the sea overflows So wild and so crazy as it can be That is for me also the unprepared reality If life goes high I go maybe low Life is not always for me a beautiful rainbow Jill
The Need Of Longing by illustrationsandme, literature
Literature
The Need Of Longing
A certain kind of longing there always is A certain kind of longing I always miss A certain kind of longing I will always see A certain kind of longing: being free from Gravity A certain kind of longing: a own home in a street A certain kind of longing we always daily need Because that longing we always like to share At least if someone really deeply does care A certain kind of longing: I will in freedom speak A certain kind of longing make my heart often weak A certain kind of longing for the people I love A certain kind of longing I find if I look to Heaven above A certain kind of longing is like I find a golden dove Sometimes a certain kind of longing will to me speak If a heart is strong but also if a heart is very so very weak A certain kind of longing: dancing in freedom at the street A certain kind of longing well I guess that is what people need Because only then something special like a wish will succeed Life is like a puzzle and we will find pieces of us to make it
I think sometimes about the past Then I realize time flies by so fast Sometimes I miss you so much My heart explodes in such a rush I know persons say yes and no That make my love always grow Life does sadness to me throw But I know it was your time to go Today I'm thinking about you now In a way I do not knew somehow You where there for me just to see That I can and will change eventually I need time and I want to stay true I need a rhyme or maybe now two How can I live now without you? I'm feeling sad I'm feeling so blue I don't know why I miss you today I don't know why I miss you tomorrow I don't know how I can make you stay Soon I'm gonna drown myself in sorrow Tears and fears grow into years My heavy heart cheers I hope someday I will see Why you and I are not meant to be Jill
Saying goodbye to the girl I knew, to the girl I was. Sailing safe in her sweet dreams I truly hope she finds the world she believed possible for me and her. Staring at a beautiful sunset, I thought kindness went beyond the horizon, and love was as true as the sun will rise. I was small, I couldn't see the whole picture, I still can't, I still never will, but I can get a better view. So, for the small girl with sweet dreams, the mountains she couldn't move, I'll climb instead. I feel parts of my life I want to erase, but know I can't; parts of my story I may never tell, but accept; things I didn't have to learn the hard way that didn't make me stronger... and the light of the sun before it turns dark. But the sun will rise, I think that's the only truth I need. The rest is unknown, like what's beyond the horizon. If I could see that girl again and let her know I wouldn't be here without her, let her know I love her and hope she feels the same... But she's here, she's
We lay together quietly arm in arm, the silence broken only by a little tune coming from somewhere outside, A metal collector's van driving slowly down the road. This would be the last time we would hold each other. A hospital bed arrived that afternoon and from then on I was your nurse. Now ten years on the van still drives past now and again, still the same little ditty "Wooden heart" playing as it slowly goes by. Our last hug still in my heart. Suzanne 10.02.2024