I will do it all and feel absolutely everything.
There is nothing I'll keep out.
Dive head first without looking.
Jump into the deep unknown.
Live my life quickly, for me and only me.
Fall in love with the wrong person.
Learn lessons and treat the wounds.
Meeting the right one to still leave with scars.
I'll keep going until my soul looks like lace.
Until I'm putting it back together with staples and glue.
I'll have the good along with the bad.
Holding onto terrible memories.
Only to smile at the ones with you.
Every tear that rolls down my face.
Each hug that connects a soul tie.
All my mistakes, my fuck ups that bring change.
I will take every single chance with no regrets.
That is truly life in my timeline.
My beautiful messy insane life.
If my creator asks me, I'll tell them I really lived.
About the Creator
Rabbit
I see the world a little differently than most. Even at a young age I was writing down what I saw but never sharing it with a soul until now. I'm choosing love over fear.
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I would not ask you to pluck a single feather from your wings for me, But Heaven knows, I cannot fly anymore. A/N: Does this count as sad poetry? I was sad when I wrote it - and sat in a nature reserve. Some sort of gloomy, melancholic, poet spirit must have possessed me! I hope you're all having a wonderful time where you are! I am on holiday now, and looking forward to taking some time to catch up on some of the work from my fellow Vocal writers! -TWW
By ThatWriterWoman6 days ago in Poets
181 Keeping Watch
Each day she watched through her window. Watched? Perhaps an exaggeration: a monochromatic nuclear aftermath remaining of the world, blurring into a blindness--loss of contrast and depth of field. Achromatic aberrations displayed a waste-scape stratified in grays.
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Comments (1)
The imagery of putting the soul back together with staples and glue portrays the strength and resilience gained through life's challenges. The poem conveys a sense of authenticity and a profound appreciation for the journey, leaving the reader inspired, thank you very much for sharing, love your works, hope to read more, subscribed.