I don't **** people,
That's not my style.
The knife says
I'm in denial,
But blood isn't spewing from a human.
I've got something huge brewing.
With every drop of blood,
I write another word.
Red ink,
Has access to me.
Because scars
Are just accessories.
The knife says
I'm in denial
But it's blood
With some vial.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
God came down
And touched the sky.
Nobody told you that
Angels could fly.
And on the night
That our savior died,
There wasn't
A dry eye.
And now sitting in this room,
It's apparent to me
And apparent to you
That nobody feels
Like they used to.
What should I write,
And why do I cry?
C'mon weary eyes,
You don't have to lie.
I'm taking this one on my own
I hope you know it's a lonely road.
As I cry alone,
In this tiny home
The voices tell me
There's a party
To - night.
That I will
Have
To - fight.
Waking up in the morning,
It's a shock to me
There's no blood left
For me to see.
Dried up ink
And poetry lines.
What should I write,
And why do I cry?
C'mon weary eyes
You don't have to lie.
I'm taking this one on my own
I hope you know it's a lonely road.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
Fate isn't something alive,
Although it's purely divine.
As I write on these lines
My metaphorical ink disappears.
Apparently you can't keep it
For years.
When I was four years,
I didn't wonder how I got here.
I just lived in the moment,
Striving to own it.
Now I'm a poet,
I can write my own worth.
'Cause you can't jump over a hearth,
Without getting burned.
The ashes are my soul
Getting scorched over
And over,
Until I feel full;
And ***** all my love,
Which ends with me
Getting squashed like a bug.
Then a hug,
With the saying
"We can still be friends"
Oh joy, I can't wait
To see how
This ends.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
God made me loving
So I would love everyone
God made me broken
So I could make sure I never break someone else
God made me hurt
So I could heal others
God made me anxious
So I could learn to trust
God made me motherly
For those who don't have one
God made me uncoordinated
So I would know that balance
Is not always physical
God made me compassionate
So I would know his love for us
God made me faithful
So I would know what it's like to be betrayed
God made me insecure
So I could tell others that no one is perfect
God made me human
Flawed
Broken
Anxious
And uncoordinated that I am
So He could prove to me
That He is stronger than my ups
And
Downs.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
*"The Bible is meant to be bread for daily use, not cake for special occasions."*
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
The scariest thing
About letting yourself go
Is letting people know
You're emotional.
And when you cry every night
And wish you would die,
Where are they
Telling you
To hold on,
Stay strong?
No where.
They are no where to be found.
No, they don't make a sound.
So when they come around
In your glory days,
They don't even
Recognize your face.
It's a shame to say
They just want your fame.
But they don't even know
You're emotional.
'Cause you keep it in,
So they don't win.
But when
That one person
Comes along
And sings you
A song,
Let them in
Don't let them
Move on.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC