Yell
Yell is a poem written by Kevin Rein and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Stuck with Memories for the month of October Yell I used to believe I had so many reasons to stay, let my bags…
A Cedar Among Coconuts
With no strings attached
I had more chances moving forward.
I no longer live in a pine forest; instead
I planted myself in a white sandy bed.
The Life Of A Candy Bar
Almost home, he passed kids playing and wrecking havoc in Mr. Almond Joys yard, though he didn't seem to joyed. Mrs. Hershey was already home awaiting their evening together and out on the town to Fifth Ave. place.
Aging Backwards
Die first and get this out of the way. Pass the wisdom of age onto a younger version of myself when my vitality is at its peak and end up a glimmer in my parent’s eye. What an intriguing idea! Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way. Time marches on, and all of us yields to the unchanging law of entropy.
Walk On
You're not here to lose, you need to absorb as much confidence you can in order to bloom on that stage. Everyone's expectation is not about you. They're not the one to tell you what to do. Know that you know better and you can walk life better when you are you.
Puppeteers & Bunnies
Dress up your needs by all means in any style you like but remember not because you refuse to be a bunny you can’t eventually mutate into a puppeteer. We are not guitar heroes to play notes as they are thrown at us from others’ music sheets.
Love and Work, Yin and Yang
Being in a relationship is like having a job. Good and bad meet, mix, mingle and ferment. It takes turns you never expected when you joined the “team.” There are times it seems like the best place in the world, heaven on earth. Nothing lasts forever, though.
No One
We would have regrets.
"I hope I did this or that instead."
But it is too late now,
the time has come, and we would have to go.
Section 19, Row 38: My End in Sight
A reminder, a truth I so often forget:
All things come to an end.
La Vida
Life is meaningless, but humans can't accept that. They believed that if they didn't find the meaning, they would not be successful. They believed that without money, they can't do everything they want and be what they wanted to be.
Ponder
Be the voice that speaks for those who have no voices, be the strength for those who feel like it's a cruel world and the only best thing there is to do is to end this life, and be someone who's light infects others to be more optimistic.
I’m Allergic to People
Sometimes when I explore these things in my mind I feel like I'm torturing myself 'coz I couldn't care less.
All these years I have been a brain of many thoughts.