Life = lake?

by Angela Luna Wolf

What is life?
Could it be like a lake?
You are the lake.
You're life is the lake

The fish in the lake are the people in your life
Some are big and some are small
but they all play a role in your life somehow
Some matter more than others
The way your lake is be it beautiful or gross
is the way you live your life

It won't always be perfect and look like glass
there are many things that will create ripples
however some ripples are beautiful
not all of them are created for the wrong things

Go look at a lake
study it throughout the day
see what changes and what is the same
see how it could describe your life
watch the fish and the ducks
the geese and the leaves

the lake is something beautiful if treated correctly
if people litter in your life then you begin to feel ugly
like the insults and people talking about you are the trash and cans
they can screw up the way you live but
there is always someone who will come to clean up the mess
a person will walk in one day and fix everything
make you feel beautiful and clean and important

It won't happen the second you get trash but it will happen
you'll find your happiness one day

there will be a person to come help piece you back together and clean you

Just wait

Life is just like a Lake

Author Notes

one day i was sitting at the lake by my house and was taking pictures and i got the most perfect picture of the lake. the lighting was just right and the angle was perfect. i put it on Instagram and immediately when i was writing the caption i thought about how life is like that lake and that is where the inspiration for this came from.

Woes of making a friendship

by haifa

Woes of making a friendship
Seems too simple
Yet quite sophiscated it is
When I seek a friendship
Never hath I looked upon
The boundaries of religion , culture ,gender or anything
Then why'd anyone do so
Don't they understand how very stimulating they are in
Doing nothing but separate us
Forbids the simple joys of friendship
If only you were to take time and understand all of it
Then only would you have become
A better mother , a better father , a better human.....

Author Notes

This is poem written when I felt somewhat mad at my parents as the were telling my friends were of different religion hence don't maintain such close relationships.all on the basis of our difference of culture and religion. I feel so sad and I pity them for not understanding a person from deep within.

Fakes And Pains

by Adathorrules

We are humans
We are smiling
Are we happy?
Probably not
Why?
No one knows
we all suffer
we all live
why smile if there is nothing to be happy about?
As a cat masks the pain of its injuries when it senses predators are near we too mask our inner pains despite the fact there are no clear predators. we are not on any known food chain.
So why do we do it?
Is it pride?
Is it fear?
Is it societal pressure?
What are we hiding from?
Who are we hiding from?
Are we real?
No
Then why do we fake our true feelings?
Are we robots?
No
Then why act like them?
Be human and feel
we were given them and they are how we know we are alive.

Wild and Tame

"What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don’t want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don’t want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you."

Jeanette Winterson

Theories about the Universe

"I am trying to see things in perspective.

My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter

chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot

have this, because chocolate makes dogs

very sick. My dog does not understand this.

She pouts and wraps herself around my leg

like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me

to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in,

she eventually gives up and lays in the corner,

under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the

universe has my best interest in mind like I have

my dogs. When I want something with my whole

being, and the universe withholds it from me,

I hope the universe thinks to herself: “Silly girl.

She thinks this is what she wants, but she

does not understand how it will hurt.”

"

Theories About the Universe (Blythe Baird)

Poetry ~ My journey

In recent weeks i have read different types of poems and decided to post few of those. I will give reference to the poet and/or website I got it from as it is not my own work.

Firstly, lets look at what is poetry:

• It is literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; 
• a quality of beauty and intensity of emotion regarded as characteristic of poems.

Poetry:

• welcomes what’s inexpressible.
• doesn’t demand explanations.
• makes room for things that are difficult to understand.
• Allows me to notice things.
• Can be direct, powerful, thought provoking and beautiful
• Allows for ways to express frustrations, but also deepest dreams.
• Allows for way to express / relate stories of strength and resilience.

I have fallen in love with poetry and I hope one day i will be courageous enough to put my own story, what I experienced and what I felt, into a poem...

So the next few posts will be provoking, powerful poetry.