She was a whistling witch
Living beneath the lake
And she turned her boys
To water snakes

And I wasn't a man
Just a little baby
When I took her hand
And took her keys  

I let myself inside
And just slept it all off
The hideous bed
Her clothes aloft

I want to steal her ring.

#ex   #anger   #snake   #nostalgia   #breakup   #girlfriend   #ring   #jewelry   #witch   #regression  
hadi hindieh
hadi hindieh
2 days ago

I was walking through the dark,
Suddenly there was a light,
My heart jumped,
My lungs collapsed,
My eyes got heavy,
I woke up,
There is a beautiful girl
Standing infront of my weak body,
Her gorgeous hands reaching out,
She handed me a Ring,
hold it tight,
Keep it in sight,
And never cry
Said the girl with the ring.
The Girl With The Ring,
It was a beautiful thing,
Whenever there is no light
in the dark nights,
I hold the ring tight,
And close to my heart,
My day becomes bright,
Just like a fresh start,
I pray to God
That wherever you are,
All you have to know is,
You are the star,
That got me back up
For a fresh start.

God bless your soul.
Delta Swingline
Delta Swingline
6 days ago

Growing up in a Christian home, you'd expect someone like me to have committed myself to working for God since I was 4 or 5.


But no. I used to think that too.

I was 11 and it was the middle of the night. I was crying and sweating bullets calling out to God to save me. This is the kind of thing I will not be required to explain to a skeptic or somebody who questions why I do thing the way I do. I have never been very open about faith during my life. But this isn't about me.

Let's talk about something else, so there's this guy, Isaiah. A prophet, said to have understood and described the mystery of Jesus. Something people today would never figure out. Isaiah would prophesies the future in such a way that you wouldn't know he was talking about the future. He wrote songs about the revelation songs... I write songs...

I know a little boy at my church, his name is Isaiah, and part of me wonders if he will write song, or poetry praising God along with it.

Let's talk about silver, a metal used as currency, or plates written on in biblical times, and its brother metal gold, is seen in the garden of Eden, where everything was perfect.

Gold is seen as perfection. Heaven paved the streets with it, can you imagine the glory? But no, silver, seen as second place to gold, seen as "not-as-pure". Because silver will tarnish right? I am silver, tarnish is my sin, I will never be gold in this skin.

And Isaiah was silver turned gold by God and now Isaiah, you are on silver, printed with your own words.

Here me now:

Written in Isaiah Chapter 55 verse 9.

"For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways, and My thoughts higher than your thoughts." Says the Lord!

This is not to say that because I am religious that I'm better than anybody. This is to remind myself that I am to be humble, and human, and silver.

Not perfect by any means, but working towards a life I've needed since that night when I was 11.

I am human, and Christian, and nothing can change that. this silver reminds me that I'm not perfect.

This verse reminds me...

That I still have work to do.

I wear a silver ring on my left hand with "Isaiah 55:9" as the inscription.
#words   #god   #hope   #christian   #me   #ring   #notes   #silver   #isaiah   #everythingiam  
Jan 21

The feel,  the touch on my skin
Brings ecstasy to last forever
I feel your love all over me
Kisses so sweet and tender

The dreams,  the promises we made
Carry me to a wonderland
I see myself walking with you
On a beach walking hand in hand

This fairytale inside my heart
A prayer I always sing
Your words of love bring me to tears
As I look in this silver ring

Love always...
#love   #dream   #words   #us   #ring   #promise  
Poetic T
Poetic T
Nov 27, 2016

I took one last drag of that cigarette and
couldn't help but see the irony I was going
to quit, but now as I inhaled it exited through
the hole in my chest, It was the weirdest sensation.

I knew I was dying but I had one dirty pleaser,
its not like it was going to kill me, I had tried
so many times to blow smoke hoops... I wonder if I
could blow one out my chest, I giggled as blood dripped.

I thought what the hell and with my last ounce of strength
inhaling what ever air would still cling to my lungs, I
breathed out, and there it was a bloody smoke ring.
It took deaths last gasp to get it right ...

I died with a smile on my face in a land not of my own,
but I know I did this so they would be safe, do you realize
that I had passed, but I did a smoke hoop I died
with a cheesy grin on my silent face..

#war   #death   #smoke   #ring  
Vida Crow
Vida Crow
Nov 23, 2016

You hold my hand
and sing ashes, ashes,

We run to the forest,
fingers burning.

(I blow mine out)

You sing we all fall down,
and the world is a pyre

#fire   #world   #betrayal   #dark   #the   #ring   #plague   #around   #pyre   #rosies  
Eleanor Rigby
Eleanor Rigby
Nov 13, 2016

I have dreams that I once was
A free majestic albino peacock,
Jewellery trapped under a rock.
I have dreams that I never was.

I have dreams  that I once was
An old tree covered in snow,
Winds that took an eastern blow.
I have dreams that I never was.

I have dreams that I once was
A poor little drowning fish,
A silver ring left to tarnish.
I have dreams that I never was.

I have dreams that I once was
A lot of things and one thing,
But I never was anything.
I have dreams that I once was.


#dreams   #tree   #drowning   #snow   #fish   #ring   #rock   #jewellery   #tarnish   #peacock  
Lady of Ravenhill
Lady of Ravenhill
Nov 10, 2016

Given as a symbol of our love eternal
That nothing will stop us no matter the weather
But weather and water can wear way stone
with enough time and pressure
even symbols can lose their luster
I sold our symbol to pay the rent
Just couple months, and it will all be spent
Just the skinny band remains
The naked skeleton of our love, eternal
Starved in the great famine
Long before this bad weather

@ LadyofRavenhill 11/10/16
John-Paul Richard
John-Paul Richard
Oct 22, 2016

Weathering due to weather’s sting,
Beware weathering due to weather’s sting,
None safe, from weathering due to weather’s sting.

Sings the face of clay,
Some song of old? Or…I don’t know….
But regardless, she hums away.

The tarnished gold, speaks th’ times of old,
When her luster was second to none,
And her silver and pearl, had told the world
The wearer was never out-done

But, gone are the days when she was shown around,
To every eye that could ever be found,
And also donned with excited glee,
To make the wearer that of a deity,

Terrified; She saw her days of luster pass, as all things of beauty cannot last,
She hoped and tried; perhaps she would be an exception
To be dignified; To the rule that stands with never altered perspective,

Powerless; she felt her beauty slip through her fingers,
Hopelessness; It’s not a song she is singing, unease now lingers,
Warning us; All we know will be reduced, by Mother, to cinders,

Her pain now apparent, how couldn’t, before, I see?
She repeats her warning to me,

Weathering due to weather’s sting,
Beware weathering due to weather’s sting,
None safe, from weathering due to weather’s sting.

Valeria Ariza
Valeria Ariza
Oct 11, 2016

Darling Dragon Blue,
Your life is a circus
full of ambiguities leaving you stumped,
unable to discern good from bad, truth from lies,
enemies from allies.

The Ring Master,
Master Illusionist,
Master Magician,
call him what you may,
he knows this,
he feeds off of this.

your misplaced trust
gives him power.

He targets you,
his spinning whip sings I love you,
Striking down hard on your soul,
drawing blood from your heart,
Painting hate in your eyes.

He announces you as his greatest possession,
his greatest achievement,
the love of his life.

But now the show’s over.
he looms over you
using his two faced mask to scare you back in your place
feeding off your insecurities and self doubt,
he grows stronger.

“Dance my boy Dance!” he cackles
“Sing my boy sing!”
he lines his whip with false love
to numb your pain.

But only for a little bit.
Only for a few seconds.

Long enough for you to believe it doesn’t hurt.
Long enough for you to forget his dagger words.

A damaged young dragon,
you burn your sorrow into the glass
when you whisper I love you to the mirror.
“I love you” it reads back.
and you feel so empty.

You realize you’re tired of performing on strings.
you yearn to dance freely, to soar high into the unforgiving sky
you want to burn this place to the ground screaming
“I loved you!” Roaring your mighty roar releasing your fright,
Spreading your mighty wings created for magnificent flight,
your bound legs unable to carry you,
you fall to the ground.
cold, helpless, the flame within you
threatening to die out.

The ring master finds you.
a confused frightened smile creeps onto his face
“I love you” he sneers
as he kicks you back into your cage
wondering why, oh why you tried to escape.

again with false love,
he manipulates you, a creature
endowed with so many beautiful talents and gifts,
not realizing he conditions his “ I love you’s” with pain, anger, and hate.

and you a mighty dragon only wish to control your own fate.

And so Enough.
you roar.
The fire inside you erupts into a great blue star
transforming the carbon in your ribs into your
diamond heart,
melting your golden bones allowing you to change form.

For Darling Dragon Blue,

It is HE. that should fear you.

Darling Dragon Blue.


#love   #broken   #pain   #abuse   #past   #illusion   #ring   #manipulation   #master  
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