"Life's like a tree""Life's like a tree"6 years ago in Literature Submissions More Like This
to age-lines of fallen trees --
I feel growth.
The Secret to SuccessConstantly we set goals for no reason whatsoever. Dream of the day when there is nothing left to accomplish, torn from your roots with nowhere left to grow. Feel the rush when you gasp for breathe and have nothing left to grab onto. What's the point of progression?The Secret to Success6 years ago in Literature Submissions More Like This
Never worry about being forgotten; don't try to leave a mark by improving near-perfection. Live your life for you. Ignore those who ridicule you for having no real aspirations.
Trust me, when you're eighty-seven, on your deathbed, you won't be disappointed that you never accomplished something you didn't set out to do.
rememberanceI remember when rain in winterrememberance6 years ago in Literature Submissions More Like This
Meant the arrival of spring
I remember when the only spring time flooding
Was in the garden
I remember when summer showers
Where not destructive
I remember it was in autumn
That the leaves turned red
But there is rain in December
There are entire cities flooded by rain
There are hurricanes destroying the landscape
And we can see the changing leaves in midsummer
We are slowly killing the planet
All in the name of progress
Gasworklately, darkly:Gaswork6 years ago in Literature Submissions More Like This
on old noses.
Shredded From...by novranthe strand of life rippedShredded From...by novran6 years ago in Literature Submissions More Like This
taken from what life was, now
by the soul, one tree
ProgressRoots seek through the earth -Progress6 years ago in Literature Submissions More Like This
sparrow's call rides falling leaves -
still making progress.
Eyes On the HeavensIm going home now. the man repeated in earnest. An elderly village woman continued to sneer and a little boy laughed, others only shook their heads in shame.Eyes On the Heavens6 years ago in Literature Submissions More Like This
Be sure to bring us a souvenir! one cruel looking fisherman yelled over the heads of those who had gathered on the dock.
Indignant, the self proclaimed savior searched their faces for any sign of understanding. Finding none, he turned toward the expanse of ocean before him and, his eyes blissfully on the heavens, sprang towards home.
The subsequent splash caused laughter from some and a burning sense of shame from others.