41. Every Day Changes You
every day changes you
sometimes a lot
sometimes barely
but life never stops
every day changes you
sometimes a lot
sometimes barely
but life never stops
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I heard the voices scream
“Nigger, best shut your mouth.”
When prejudice ran wild
While hatred ruled the south
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There's an old man I pass
Almost every single day
We don't share many words cause
We really don't have anything nice to say
let autumn be proof that
change is a beautiful thing
even though it can be
hard to see at first.
Good job. It's funny how change can be the thing we need the most but want the least.
I’m always amazed how
You stand so very tall,
How you never give in,
You bend but do not fall.
I stand before the mirror
A stranger stares at me
I've been replaced by someone else
They're standing where I used to be.
The Stories we tell ourselves
often can be
The things that imprison
or cause us to flee.
Famous Poem
As the ambitious sculptor, tireless, lifts
Chisel and hammer to the block at hand,
Before my half-formed character I stand
And ply the shining tools of mental gifts.
The unfriendly hand of age
Creeps up and takes hold
Of my fingers, twisting them
If it wasn't for Waze taking me further than I needed
Or the turn in the road and back to find the entrance
If it wasn't for the endless pull in bays, grass verge mounts and slower than reasonable taxi's without decency to wave as I waited patiently for those to pass me by
I wouldn't have been there then. At that exact time.
There was a time when silence was my language.
I carried it like a stone in my chest,
a silence so heavy it bent my back,
so deep it swallowed whole the parts of me
Beautiful heartfelt poem, every single word, and every single phrase so deeply meaningful.
Breathtaking descriptions:
'my pen became a compass, guiding me through the fog of myself'
'but...