What Is It Good For?
A tearful prayer for peace
I hope that my keyboard,
Is mightier than the sword.
I pray the wickedness of today,
Won’t birth tomorrow’s warlord.
I wish the children of the Earth,
Would trade these bombs and bullets,
For love and amends,
For pencils and pens,
And fill the world with poets.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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Your wonderful poem inspires a vision of a world shaped by love and creativity, amazing job, love it, thank you very much for sharing!
I wish it too! Wonderfully said.