I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone
to truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world, yet not small
to be to you just object and thing,
dark and smart.
I want my free will and want it accompanying
the path which leads to action;
and want during times that beg questions,
where something is up,
to be among those in the know,
or else be alone.

I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection,
never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;
for there I would be dishonest, untrue.
I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new word I learned and embraced,
like the everyday jug,
like my mother's face,
like a ship that carried me along
through the deadliest storm.

Lana Grace
Lana Grace
1 day ago      16 minutes ago

The worries that have troubled me
Are completely meaningless.
They are no comparison to the beauty that has been made all around me.
Forgive my doubt, may my transgressions be forgotten, my Lord.

I have forgotten how to look at the beautiful blue sky,
As my clouds filled of my misery has prevented my full sight.
I have forgotten how to count the daisies,
And focused on the weeds consuming them.
I have forgotten how to soar with the wings of eagles,
And spent my days believing my flight is incomparable to others.

Forgive me, my Lord, as I have forgotten your truth, your peaceful words that have brought me out of the dungeon I have placed myself in.
I have found myself caring about worthless things.

Unlock my chains, break and destroy the dungeon that has consumed me.
Destroy the evil and vile things in my heart.
Teach me how to walk in Your path.
Teach me how to love again.

Fix the clouds in my sight so that I may see the beautiful blue sky again that has entranced my eyes.
Fix my daisy garden and cast away all the weeds of destruction in my path.
Fix my wings; bond them to yours. Let me soar to the melodies of your love and grace.
Fix me, oh Lord, I am in need of fixing.
Your love is inimitable and endures through all ages.
Here is my surrender, fix me.

I am so often worried by the things of this world. Here is my life, Lord, do with it what you wish.
#love   #trust   #life   #god   #faith   #surrender  
Tatiana Wood
Tatiana Wood
5 hours ago      20 minutes ago

Sometimes I skip a shower,
which reminds me of my mother
who is a crazy coward
for cheating on my faithful father.

I am not sure why I think of her
when I do not wash my hands.
Perhaps it’s because she’s like the dirt
that I hate and cannot stand.

Why does scrubbing the muck from my feet
make me feel like I’m cleansing
everything she ever did from my body?
I cannot drop these memories.

I wish I could forgive her
for all the mistakes she likes to make,
but there’s a pain I cannot cure
engraved in a hate I cannot shake.

#hate   #betrayal   #memories   #mother   #dirty   #bitter   #body  
Craig Harrison
Craig Harrison
1 day ago      40 minutes ago

Like a drummer playing base
my heart beats
Most of my life it has been playing a slow tempo
but recently it's upped the pace like a song at a club
If you listen quietly you can hear it echo

Like a singer singing
my heart sings
not Pop or Rock but Opera
in the beginning it sang a slow tempo
but recently it's upped the pace like a song at a club
If you listen quietly you can hear it echo

Like a drummer playing base
my heart beats
Like a singer singing
my heart sings

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it, if you have any questions please ask them and I will try to answer them a.s.a.p.

"O ye, all ye that walk in Willowwood."
D.G. Rossetti

Two gazed into a pool, he gazed and she,
  Not hand in hand, yet heart in heart, I think,
  Pale and reluctant on the water's brink,
As on the brink of parting which must be.
Each eyed the other's aspect, she and he,
  Each felt one hungering heart leap up and sink,
  Each tasted bitterness which both must drink,
There on the brink of life's dividing sea.
Lilies upon the surface, deep below
  Two wistful faces craving each for each,
    Resolute and reluctant without speech:--
A sudden ripple made the faces flow
  One moment joined, to vanish out of reach:
    So those hearts joined, and ah! were parted so.

Bolt and bar the shutter,
For the foul winds blow:
Our minds are at their best this night,
And I seem to know
That everything outside us is
Mad as the mist and snow.

Horace there by Homer stands,
Plato stands below,
And here is Tully's open page.
How many years ago
Were you and I unlettered lads
Mad as the mist and snow?

You ask what makes me sigh, old friend,
What makes me shudder so?
I shudder and I sigh to think
That even Cicero
And many-minded Homer were
Mad as the mist and snow.

19 hours ago      1 hour ago

I need your silent treatment
But no-one seems to pay attention
If the conclusion is inevitable, then hasten your retreat.

© + ® ajfh, 22/04/2014.
#love   #heartbreak   #poem   #poetry   #broken   #sad   #depression   #life   #heart   #need   #pain   #sadness   #lost   #retreat   #thoughts   #silent   #silence   #you   #divorce   #20w   #inevitable   #conclusion  
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