#poetrycorner

I still find love in the photos from when we were still together..now apart for this long, I once again found that sweet young love everyone's looking for.The same love thought you could only find in those

Titled  - The Other side Of the Story   @whatsup opened a $10SBD Writing Contest for Steemians. The goal is to write a little story from another perspective, compared to his story. My little

I soar so fast, no one can see, Off to my gruesome demise. But if I must go, then so should you, So first I'll take out your eyes. As I go, I see my friend's work, He had taken your leg. And the one before

A burst of light, no more rain. Happiness is here again. A smile I wear, large and true. My cheeks now have a healthy hue. From the dark, there springs light, Like a phoenix taking flight. My heart renewed,

Source The rain now clears, the sky turns blue, And up above, as if on cue, Brilliant colors appear in the sky, A rainbow shows where the birds now fly. Back down on the earth below, Kittens watch this

The crashing waves of my childhood, Still draw me to that shore. Where I'd learn of boats and seashells, Tides and so much more. Where my friends and I would play all day, Where dad would barbeque. Where

As I danced to the beat of wind and water, Ever flowing through all things here and gone, I realized the complex simplicity of the world in which I live, And moved as if nothing could obstruct my path.

I'm not sure how common it is on SteemIt, but my blog has run into a sort of variety option. I have several different types of content that interest different groups of people. I've considered narrowing

( Sung to the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" ) Oh come all ye damned gentlemen, those who've been deemed a liar. Gather round the fire burning, for your fate is dire. You shall soon be

Sinking ships in the distance fall, As the sky does in a rainy night. All around you the darkness clouds in, And smothers you with affection. Silence. Death has wrought it's wings anew, And life springs

Unwarranted assumptions seem to run my life, Unknown am I to the world outside. These walls around me, suffocate me, kill me, Yet within those walls I willingly hide. I am the boy with the smile, the frown,

We set barriers to gain freedom, and build chains to set us free, We cling to what destroys us, from protection we flee. In circles we run, behind glass we hide, A fruitless struggle to hold onto our pride.