Life's Story
Pages of Livng
I have lived the story.
pages written,
moments remembered,
blanks filled in,
lessons have been learned,
lessons taught,
lessons spurred from lessons.
The story seldom changed.
Decisions were made early in the story, fate handled the rest.
when change was needed, change occurred.
Was change always the answer?
indeed it was,
for if not,
change would not happen.
most stories seek the best in content,
exhilarated emphasis on the better days,
covering those which are ugly with smiles,
solitude,
hidden emotions,
we move on even when there is not a move to make!
time reminds the author of eventual endings,
some tragic,
some happy,
some with pain,
some without endings that spur new beginnings.
do we dare??
pages document the story,
chapters cover time,
but, as with all stories,
the final edit will be;
"The End"
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Moe Radosevich
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The Scourge of God
You punctured too many holes into my heart. I had to carry in my arms like a sieve. I had to go numb worse than novocaine to preserve myself. I was forced to realize that we had simply run out of time. A prison made to keep us together out of nostalgia. I had my illusions but you completely shattered them. You had to prove you could do better than me. But loyalty cannot be bought, it can only be given. What drove us together was a spark that quickly dwindled. We called it love but settling resembles hope too much. You were too far away even when you were right beside me. I didn't want you closer, I wanted you to be something you could never be. You weren't searching for the truth like I was, you just wanted to cover up your mishaps. You couldn't fill the holes you created so you found a clean slate instead. The chasm in between just caused more space to ignore. You're no longer any of my concern. You told your lies in order to survive. I had to levitate myself in order to burn. Two worlds divided in order for us to finally die. I don't know when but this lesson has got to be learned. You were the salt in the wound I didn't think I deserved. You tried to take credit for all the accomplishments I knew I would earn. This pain isn't mine anymore, now it's your turn
By Anna Torres6 days ago in Poets
Comments (5)
Fantastic!!! Love this!!!❤️❤️💕
What an original way to describe the life of a write. This is just an awesome poem!!
Just been catching up here, and I'm glad I decided to! Excellent expression!
Just read a couple more before bed! Love this one. Just subscribed. 😊 I enjoy writing free verse sometimes as I feel I can just do whatever I want, but yours have a real flow, pace and rhythm at times which works very well! Congrats.
Such beautiful words. They pull at the heart strings. Beautiful poem of nostalgia.