Submissions by Goldy-992 (David Gold)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
I Walk The Line
I walk the line between confidence and suicide, A delicate balance, a tightrope to abide.
One step too far, and the fall is so deep, The darkness below, a secret I keep.
The world sees my strength, my unwavering stride, But inside, a battle rages, a war I can't hide.
Confidence, a mask I wear with such grace, Hiding the turmoil that dwells in this place.
The line is so thin, a razor's edge to tread, Uncertainty looms, a constant dread.
Yet, I press on, determined to find my way, Hoping to reach the light of a brighter day.
One step too far, and the fall is so deep, The darkness below, a secret I keep.
The world sees my strength, my unwavering stride, But inside, a battle rages, a war I can't hide.
Confidence, a mask I wear with such grace, Hiding the turmoil that dwells in this place.
The line is so thin, a razor's edge to tread, Uncertainty looms, a constant dread.
Yet, I press on, determined to find my way, Hoping to reach the light of a brighter day.
#depression
#suicide
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A Beer or two
A beer or two, a simple pleasure,
To savor slowly, at our leisure.
The golden bubbles, dancing free,
A moment of pure joy for me.
The frothy head, a work of art,
Soothing to the weary heart.
A sip of bliss, a moment's peace,
A welcome respite, a sweet release.
In good company or all alone,
A beer or two, a comfort known.
A taste of hops, a touch of malt,
A humble brew, a simple fault.
So here's to beer, in all its glory,
A drink that tells a different story.
Of simple pleasures, shared with friends,
A...
To savor slowly, at our leisure.
The golden bubbles, dancing free,
A moment of pure joy for me.
The frothy head, a work of art,
Soothing to the weary heart.
A sip of bliss, a moment's peace,
A welcome respite, a sweet release.
In good company or all alone,
A beer or two, a comfort known.
A taste of hops, a touch of malt,
A humble brew, a simple fault.
So here's to beer, in all its glory,
A drink that tells a different story.
Of simple pleasures, shared with friends,
A...
#alcohol
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2 Comments
The Wolf Inside Of Me
In the depths of my soul, there lies a beast
A creature of darkness, of hunger and feast
A wolf that prowls with eyes so cold
A heart of darkness, untamed and bold
It lurks in the shadows, waiting to strike
A primal instinct, a thirst it must sate
It howls at the moon, a chilling sound
A reminder of the wild, untamed ground
The wolf inside of me, a powerful force
A reminder of nature's unyielding course
It runs with the pack, fierce and strong
A predator in a...
A creature of darkness, of hunger and feast
A wolf that prowls with eyes so cold
A heart of darkness, untamed and bold
It lurks in the shadows, waiting to strike
A primal instinct, a thirst it must sate
It howls at the moon, a chilling sound
A reminder of the wild, untamed ground
The wolf inside of me, a powerful force
A reminder of nature's unyielding course
It runs with the pack, fierce and strong
A predator in a...
#courage
#inspirational
#strength #TimeHeals
#strength #TimeHeals
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The Poppy
In fields where silence bows its head,
Red petals bloom, a blood-wrought thread,
Each poppy whispers tales untold,
Of brave young souls, both fierce and bold.
Through trenches deep, where shadows creep,
They stood against the tide, no sleep,
With hearts aflame, their courage bright,
They forged a path through darkest night.
Oh, let us bow, in quiet grace,
For every life, for every face,
Each poppy tells of loss and pain,
Yet sprinkles hope through trembling rain.
In gardens where remembrance...
Red petals bloom, a blood-wrought thread,
Each poppy whispers tales untold,
Of brave young souls, both fierce and bold.
Through trenches deep, where shadows creep,
They stood against the tide, no sleep,
With hearts aflame, their courage bright,
They forged a path through darkest night.
Oh, let us bow, in quiet grace,
For every life, for every face,
Each poppy tells of loss and pain,
Yet sprinkles hope through trembling rain.
In gardens where remembrance...
#historical
#inspirational
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Demons Within
These demons, they whisper, they claw at my chest,
Yet I rise through the chaos, refusing their jest.
For strength is a fortress, built from the pain, A quiet resolve, like the calm after rain.
Each battle fought alone in the night,
A testament to the will, a glimmer of light,
In the silence I breathe, as the shadows collide,
A man forged in stillness, my spirit, my pride.
Yet I rise through the chaos, refusing their jest.
For strength is a fortress, built from the pain, A quiet resolve, like the calm after rain.
Each battle fought alone in the night,
A testament to the will, a glimmer of light,
In the silence I breathe, as the shadows collide,
A man forged in stillness, my spirit, my pride.
#depression
#insomnia
#strength
89 reads
2 Comments
Tick Tock Went The Clock.
Tic tock went the clock,
In rhythm with the heart,
Each tick a whisper of the past,
Each tock a journey’s start.
Time dances on the wall,
Casting shadows soft and light,
Moments blend and fade away,
In day’s embrace, in night’s flight.
The echoes of our laughter ring,
A fleeting waltz of joy and pain,
In every hour's gentle swing,
We seek to love, to lose, to gain.
So let us mark each fleeting chime,
With memories sewn like tapestry fine;
For every tick and every tock,
Time...
In rhythm with the heart,
Each tick a whisper of the past,
Each tock a journey’s start.
Time dances on the wall,
Casting shadows soft and light,
Moments blend and fade away,
In day’s embrace, in night’s flight.
The echoes of our laughter ring,
A fleeting waltz of joy and pain,
In every hour's gentle swing,
We seek to love, to lose, to gain.
So let us mark each fleeting chime,
With memories sewn like tapestry fine;
For every tick and every tock,
Time...
#LifeCycle
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Going to war with yourself to fix yourself
Fighting deep within,
Shadows whisper in my mind,
Battles of the soul.
Each scar tells a tale,
I stand on the edge of thought,
Brave heart beats alone.
Night falls on my doubts,
Fury clashes with my fears,
A dance with my past.
In silence, I break-
Pieces scattered on the floor,
Hope begins to rise.
Emerging through pain,
I find strength I didn’t know,
A warrior blooms.
Shadows whisper in my mind,
Battles of the soul.
Each scar tells a tale,
I stand on the edge of thought,
Brave heart beats alone.
Night falls on my doubts,
Fury clashes with my fears,
A dance with my past.
In silence, I break-
Pieces scattered on the floor,
Hope begins to rise.
Emerging through pain,
I find strength I didn’t know,
A warrior blooms.
#MentalHealth
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3 Comments
Winter Is Coming
Winter is coming,
a whisper in the air,
sharp as the bite of frost,
cloaking the trees in white.
Leaves drop in silence,
their rustling hushed
beneath a blanket of snow,
like secrets buried deep.
The sun fades early,
casting long shadows,
cool breaths curl like smoke,
and lights twinkle in the dusk.
Children bundle up tight,
racing through icy streets,
giggling as snowflakes swirl,
each one a tiny wonder,
catching dreams on their tongues.
...
a whisper in the air,
sharp as the bite of frost,
cloaking the trees in white.
Leaves drop in silence,
their rustling hushed
beneath a blanket of snow,
like secrets buried deep.
The sun fades early,
casting long shadows,
cool breaths curl like smoke,
and lights twinkle in the dusk.
Children bundle up tight,
racing through icy streets,
giggling as snowflakes swirl,
each one a tiny wonder,
catching dreams on their tongues.
...
#winter
93 reads
5 Comments
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