Lose your breath
Catch your fall
Only this time
Its not a close call
Fuzz begins its ascent
But gravity pulls on you harder
Level of pain is decent
The result: Torn up ligament
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
While trying to see how they see...
We put not one more ounce of trust in the troubled world that has forgotten it's true Master.
We Are some of the few breathtaking creations that God has put upon Mother Earth, and quite frankly, it sickens me to the core, to see some of us being run down repeatedly , due to
A petty comment that left us broken. And due to those jealous stares that bore holes into our confidence.
Because of the scars that were left by someone that didn't treat us like the great women God made us to be , and instead hurt us and left us hopeless.
all people should be treated as it was written in the good Book. Which means treating all women as the queens they are. Because we were created to be at the Kings' right hand. Not to be hurt and misused by all the lowlifes of the manipulated earth that God had and still has good intentions for.
And men. You were to be at the other side of our Saviour. Instead some of you choose to scavenge the earth, for satans camouflaged scraps smothered in this life's sins, and for what? The satisfaction of Satan's lies and deceit??
That's just a mirage of the heated fumes that sin lets off.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC
Sudden burst of light
Sudden burst of noise
Nicotine scent envelopes my nostrils
Not amazing news
But most urgent.
We knew she was bad....
But this?
Traveled i guess.
Clambered in
to every vital part
every CRUCIAL thing
that needed to
function,
consumed by poison
known as CANCER.
The familiar odor
Covergirl liquid
foundation now sits vacantly
I have no need for it today.
The only thing,
only one
I yearn for: Her....
Any and all
attempts to
stabilize my emotions
fails, and my
whole body seems
to go on strike.
No more. No more.
The bluff of
brackish rivers
streams down
my adolescent face.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
Warm,
Bliss filled clouds of love
Surround me.
I dread
Our inevitable breakup
Once more.
Part of me knows
I should depart
quickly.
The latter;
Rolls over and tries
To enjoy the last
Moments in a
Pocket of
Toasty goodness.
At a snail’s pace,
I crawl out
Of my sanctuary.
My feet
Absorb the temperature
Of winters frigid breathe.
I hurry
through my daily tasks. One
Thing left to do.
Scurry back
To the laundered
Warmth of my bed.
Try to enjoy
The last remnants
Of its former glory.
It attempts
Its Monday morning best
To radiate back
To life.
Sarah, why do I feel
A complicated nostalgia there
In the warmth, and household aroma?
A mothers’ absent
Binding hugs, replaced
By downy feathers?
Because it has always been
a battle of cold and heat,
Attempting to take foothold.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
Sometimes we lose our way.
Sometimes we don't know what to say.
The "I love you " and "I love you too"
That's a big part of me and you.
Sometimes there's space between
Then I don't know where to lean.
Sometimes we don't feel the same,
It drives us insane
But our desires are pure and strong
So they will always help us along.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
It's that big chill factor,
Of knowing there's a
Huge barrier between...
It's name;Distance.
D-ividing me and my
I-mense happiness.
S-olidly and
T-angibly in the way of
A-ny true bliss of
N-ever having to
C-onceal my true identity. My
E-terenal Distance
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
Crying is to the soul,
as vomiting is to the stomach....
it gets rid of all the crap and impurities.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
R----Run down heart, but still I care.
O----Oblivious to who really loves me.
Y----Yelling on the inside, at the
G----Girl who is greatly lost, by the
B----Blown out heart
I-----In need of someone REALLY real.
V----Violently searching for something
different from the rest.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
Poison running through my veins, your blood.
Running through me, like water from rivers.
Given to me as a forced gift.
But I have no choice, the choice was yours.
A blessing? More like a curse.
My choices aren't my choices.
My eyes, aren't my eyes.
My face, a mere reflection of your own.
My friends are my family, not you.
But my life is my life, mot yours.
"She's what you have to look foward to" they say.
They fail to notice, that I am not you.
I am ME.
I do not act like you acted,
I act like ME.
Despite the similarities,
we are strangers.
But you've done one thing right.
You've given my friends, someone
who genuinely cares about them.
Just one more thing you failed to do.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC