I've been chained in shadows and I'm tryin' to escape,

I'm tired of people walking by and leaving in their wake

The baggage of their life times--lost ideals and old emotions

Shattered dreams and broken souls, all filled with commotion.

They pour into me all their scorn and their hate

Never dreaming someday of the monster they create.

I've been chained in shadows and I'm tired of being lost,

I just wanna be free despite all of the costs.

You can pin me down, you can cover my eyes

But nothing's gonna stop me when it's time to arise.

It's time to stop running, stop blaming all of your woe

On the person in the shadows...it's your fault, you know.

I've been chained in shadows and I've come to realize

I'm to blame for my choices, and so are you for your lies.

It's called personal responsibilty--and so I made my choice

When I act it's with my own will, when I speak it's in my voice;

You can't keep me in the shadows, not without a fight,

I'll keep pressing on forever for my vision and my sight.

#chainedinshadow

#darkness

#poetry

As a fallen angel,

wings stripped of their feathers

by the demons from my mind’s hell

my strength slowly withers.

But I will rebuild my wings

with every new feather

adds a new page to the rings

that bind my book of leather.

This book of mine

tells the story of redemption

over the course of time

as I battle my depression.

The demons take my pen

and tell me to just stop trying,

to just give in

and get busy dying.

However I steal the pen back

before I can doubt

and numb myself black

to block them out.

This book of feathers is my mission

my scarred skin makes its bind

my blood of crimson iron inks its inscription

my bone makes its spine.

By finishing this book before I die

I hope these pages put together

will rebuild my wings and let me fly

so I can show all my book of feathers.

#poetry

#writing

#challenge

I'll never be like Edgar Poe

I'll be myself and try hard though.

For I know love, and I know loss.

And I know words, and I've been crossed.

The heart I've got could write all day,

The mind I've got can make it that way.

I'm dark sometimes, but love brings light

I'll write about how love's light bites!

I'll write until the day I die,

but I'll never be Poe

- and how could I?

Just a girl

You don’t know

A girl you will never know

A girl who hides

In the background

Forever

I hid behind "hungryhobbyist"

on another website.

But on theprose, I determined

I would do it right.

I'd use my real name

so that, maybe

one might search the web

and find me

selling my written words

for a living.

Can't pay the rent

by constantly giving

away for nothing

what I've created.

I decided, before

getting cremated,

to finally say,

"Oh, what the hell."

That's why, on Prose,

I'm LEHertel.

Dare to Dream is what they say.

Dare to live day by day.

Dare to say all you need to say.

Dare to speak but never betray.

Dare to be content with what you possess.

Dare to remember that you are blessed.

Dare to love who you desire.

Dare to never lose your fire.

We are conditioned to be consumer consumed. We are brought up in hubris, tricked into pomposity. Societal traits are force fed from infancy. The strive for success instilled is based on mass possession.

It’s easy to forget each human being has undergone billions of forms, shapes, and sizes, reassembling DNA, forming an organic ecosystem of which millions of living things are working in harmony to allow us to function.

Everything is a sponge, we all are born of stardust, remember who you are and KeepCosmic.

It’s been my username for everything

For as long as I can remember

When I was young, I must have thought,

“Hey, I like horses, I’m a girl, and my name starts with k”

And thought that was a brilliant idea

It’s just kind of stuck

I don’t have the time or energy

To come up with one of those thought-provoking names

The ones you read and think,

“Wow that’s a really great name”

I guess I also get nostalgic for mine

I’ve used it for so long,

It’s become part of me

I don’t think I’ll ever change it

I like it

Straightforward

Simple

It’s perfect for me

just another person in this large, yet small-seeming world,

invisible on the streets, at work, in the store,

just another person waiting for a lover,

the one to make us whole, our other half,

since I am just another person,

I could be anyone, 60 year old man, 15 year old girl,

just another person longing for a fantasy of love and hope,

while falling through space to the end of this race.

My nickname is Kitty,

And I love to sail.

I sail with great people,

Without them I fail.

But if I could be an animal,

A cat I would be.

For my nickname is Kitty,

And I sail the sea.