As long as I have life to use, I'll not decry my every bruise, I'll not keep track of every crack, Or rave about my every scratch, I'll not pretend each day is winter, Bemoaning over every splinter.
For all the lives that have been spent, Acquired a fair amount of dents, And not a life I've seen thus far, Had fewer than a hundred scars, And I have yet to meet a soul, Who had a heart that was still whole.
I may be chipped, or scuffed, or battered, Weathered, or scored, or torn, or tattered, But 'til from sleep I can't be woken, I'll not accept that I am broken.
If I’ve a lung that is still breathing, And half a heart that is still beating, I bid my lips these words be spoken, "'Til I am dead I'll not be broken".
John Roxbury
I am from the suburbs of Portland, Oregon, where I live with my family and work in Information Technology. My hobbies are music, fitness, and travel.
Writing feels like the most important and serious thing I’ve ever done in my life. To call it a hobby seems terribly understated. I’ve spent most of my journey as a writer trying to quit, but I now accept it is inescapable. I do it as often and with as much excellence as I possibly can. Write mostly fantasy fiction but have taken a deep dive into poetry most recently.
Have nothing published, but that is the direction I am headed.
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I was called home to gain my wings. It was scary on Earth. So full of darkness. Thank you for being my light. I'm no longer hurting. I've been set free from all of the pain. I put up the best fight I could. And all along you stood right by. I'm sorry for losing. But it will be okay Tears will fall Eyes will dry Hearts will break Souls will heal All in time Truthfully, nothing will ever be the same. But please go on living life. To the fullest extent. Full of Laughter, Joy and Memories It my not feel like it But we've never been apart I'm right there with you. Forever in your heart. Remember me As you look in the night sky You were once my shining star Now, let me be yours. The love I had for you Still pouring out freely As a ravishing waterfall Remember me In the field of flowers The beauty of growth I'm no longer hurting. I've let go It's your turn now. So, please let go. Let me forever rest inside your soul. Remember me I'll forever be alive. Go on now, go live your life.
The Fog
Poetry by Sarah Pletcher
Help. I'm drowning The demons breathe in my oxygen and let out fog. I can't breathe. I can't see. I'm trapped Can anyone hear me? Help Help My worlds falling dark I'm fading away into the fog These demons may win. Where is the sun? I long for her comforting glow. All color has fled Black and white fills my eyes Reach in and grab my hand Tell me I'm not alone Pull me back. Out of the fog Into the light. Remind me That I can Fly. I need you now More than ever So please don't let go. Don't let me drown. You can't leave me here Not right now. Believe in me. So I can too I'm just a little bent Not entirely shattered. With a little support I can hold it all together. I need to heal But sometimes We all need a little Help Can you be mine?
Sarah Pletcher
I am 21 years old and from Ohio. I started writing in middle school. Other than poetry, photography and playing clarinet are my other hobbies.
I write mainly on my Instagram account @the.shades_sarah.writes. I am a stay at home mom to my two daughters who are 2 years old and 1-year-old. I’m engaged to their father. It’s a hectic, happy life.
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Car shows, summer beer fests, and 24/7 air-conditioning
wet Chelsea boots, crunchy leaves, ice coffee no matter the temperature
puffs of warm air from our mouths in the winter, a preheated car, Christmas and New Year’s Day with family and mutual friends
holding hands, walks to my front door, spicy food that you attempted to eat, and multiple trips to the bathroom
memories of high school, college, after-college, moves, and my first meeting with Potato
waiting, loneliness, and other priorities
misunderstandings, arguments, no one giving in, no one winning
muted tears, looking out opposite windows, long drives in silence
drunk anger, tightly closed mouths, and hearts impenetrable
regrets, limited efforts, and finally, a goodbye
Joanne Lee
My name is Joanne Lee. I am a Korean-American, born and raised in Chicago, IL. In the daytime, I am a regular nine-to-five employee working in accounting but come nighttime – I am whatever I want to be.
I am the master chef of my kitchen, the top billboard artist of my bathroom, an amateur (very amateur) but enthusiastic potter and photographer, an aspiring writer, and proud mom of my precious puppy; Potato. I love all forms of art, but especially literature.
My dream in life is to publish a book of short stories and poems but for the moment I take great joy in filling my journal with ideas, thoughts, poems, drawings, and other random tidbits.
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