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Bartender
On the heels of grief, pain bears down hard. On the heels of death, pain awakens the quiet place between the end of our own life and now. Feeling anything is like seeing a film and in black and white, slow motion, all sound turned off. Just watching. Gritting teeth, awkward smiles and bloody red eyes move around, scanning the others who are feeling something I don't want to feel, but I do. Escapism is all I have ever known. ~
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about 12 hours ago in Poets
The Roads Remember Us
Stanza 1 The roads of Europe whisper names, Of those who walked before, Through cobbled streets and fading wars, And open café doors. Each stone has felt a thousand dreams, Each bridge has learned to stand, Between the weight of yesterday And futures yet unplanned. Stanza 2 In Paris rain, in Berlin light, In Rome’s eternal air, The clocks all move at different speeds, Yet hope is everywhere. A train departs at early dawn, With strangers side by side, Their stories packed in silent bags, No need for flags or pride. Stanza 3 We carry more than passports do, We carry fragile days, A mother’s voice, a lover’s note, A map of former ways. The language of a tired heart Needs no translated line, For grief and joy have learned to live In every border sign. Stanza 4 The mountains guard old promises, The seas remember cries, Of sailors chasing distant stars In unfamiliar skies. And still the children draw new worlds On classroom window glass, Where chalk becomes tomorrow’s road And fear is taught to pass. Stanza 5 We are not made of single roots, But many woven tight, Of wars survived and peace rebuilt From broken bricks of night. Our cities bloom from history, From ashes into flame, Each generation writes again What freedom means by name. Final Stanza So walk these streets with open eyes, And listen when they say: “You are the bridge between two times, The voice of yesterday.” For every step you choose in light Makes darkened corners small, And Europe lives in simple acts— In rising after fall.
By Iazaz hussainabout 14 hours ago in Poets
Megalomaniacs rising.
Power Obsession Megalomaniacs claim Serendipity.
By Novel Allenabout 14 hours ago in Poets
Middle-Aged Clarity
In middle age, don't burden yourself with too many "shoulds." The most exhausting thing about this stage of life isn't the responsibility of caring for aging parents and young children, but a life held hostage by countless "shoulds."
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout 15 hours ago in Poets
