Sun by day
Moon by night
All I ask
Is that I hold hand
As we traverse your
Through these lights
If you are by my side
When I walk through the biblical valley of shadow of death
We will both be smiling
On our way out
Pain from fire
Joy from rain
In between both of these worlds
We will be okay
All we need is one and each other
Each other for one
Dark from light
Light from dark
No sacrifice too big
No favour too small
For you and you alone
The one who keeps my heart
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
I don't sleep well no more
I am not able to live well no more
I don't think clear no more
I don't seem to have everything in check for sure
I can't pop pills to cure
This disease that seems to be eating deep into my core
I have tried to shut ..shut the voices in my head out or kick them to the curb
I have no reflex no more
My mind is slower than the hands of the clock on a Sunday morning
I can't feel real pain no more
Shoot me now ..and you'll probably end up with a dead body still breathing ..
I wish I could find a drug
Drug that cured depression, anxiety and stress for sure
But all these drugs they offer
Will either **** a man before his time
Or take away a brothers mind
And leave him on the road side begging for eggs
Or in a cage with his worst nightmares begging for death..
-Ayo_daViber
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
.
It
is
true,
you are
totally right.
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a jungle when the clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what I write, I barely feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh god, I really miss
the rain
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
I wanted to say,
lock yourself in a room,
scream until you have
a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed
until you know that your bones
are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat
and all you can bleed
are your own regrets
and all of the darkness
you boxed up for inspiration.
Write your mom a letter,
tell her you're leaving
and you won't be back for awhile
Because being a writer is traveling
through all seven layers of Hell
and denying anything is wrong.
Forget loving yourself
when all you have is a pen and paper
fused to your wrist
and Jesus is tapping at your skull
saying turn back now.
Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning
It's just your soul
clawing at the front door trying to get in.
Learn how to be alone.
Learn how to lose everything you have
in order to feel release,
learn how to only feel deceased
from now on.
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
All I said was
don't
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 12:44 PM UTC
_US_.
I don't like when I can't see my future
I feel like am in my past
If I go to deep in my emotions
That would make me mad
With you I feel like there's a balance
Between my mind and my heart
So when I say I love you
I mean that for a fact
I always say I am unemotional
It's not always true
It just makes me feel less emotional
To the things I feel for you
I like how you are not afraid to tell me you love me
But ..that scares me the most
If am unable to love you the same
Would I still be your goal?
What ever may come, hail or high water
I will always have your back ..you know
And like the lilies by the river side
This love will grow.
#5UN
-Ayo_daViber
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC
Give me pen and paper
Let me right my wrongs
I have been silent for too long
To bridge my tongue
Give this heart
A chance to bleed
And let this fountain of emotions fall
Let the **** break
An let my mind soar
Don't tell me I can't do it
I have been doing it too long
In the shadows.. Hiding from persecution and tongues
Give me a break, I have seen too many sleepless nights
Counting the days till I can sleep at night
Send me away with no goodbyes or farewells
All I need is that reassuring smile that tells me I will farewell
I know you think I have done too many wrong(s)
I have..
That's why I walk this road alone
To prove I am not a lost cause
And if I should stumble and I fall..
Well.. That part I pray you never see.
-Ayo_daViber
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC
This world is a hub of noise
Literally..just junk and noise
Sometimes I fail to see Gods plan in all of this
I mean.. What is the point of this cycle
This unending cycle of junk and noise
How do you make sense if this trash
How do you not want to burn this cycle
Regard it as a prototype and start over again.
But there is a certain beauty to it
Watching nothing.. Absolute nothingness create a spectacle ,a wonder to behold
And then realizing that nothing is something.
-Ayo_daViber
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 5:21 AM UTC