faith-maxine
Writing...in the words of masters: / “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” / ― Maya Angelou / / “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” / ― Ernest Hemingway / Writing is not a hobby for me; it's an irreplaceable necessity.
Insatiable need to be near
Pulled close
Orbiting sphere
Laughter
Ringing me like cattle
Slight touch
Accidentally enveloped
Friendship
Companionship
Ship lost at sea
The waves in your ocean
Putting Charybdis to shame
If I knew why
I'd turn myself away
Magnetic pulling
Of the opposite ***
Never saw it coming
Never would have guessed
One long talk leading
One long reminisce
Of the last time your
Touch felt me
Slight brush
Skipping rhythmic beats
Unknowingly drawing close
With every part of the lips
But we're just friends at best
We would never cross the line
Unless…
Mutual kiss
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
How do you explain thoughts
That never come to you?
Just floating out in front
Fluttering
Teasing with those unchained wings
Beauty is an ugly thing
How do you explain a pain
Unexplainable
When you cry with a straight face
And die with a smile walking in a handstand
And loving as the fools do
With a hand on your heart
While forgetting my own heartbeat
Sometimes wishing they'd
Cop a feel
To remember how to be felt
It's almost hard to dream
Knowing it will end in reality
Cognitive thoughts deceiving
Playing me recorded records of
Happy
Oh how I envy the
The which possess the earliest form of bliss
Ignorance
When love was void of those
Nagging thoughts of disappointment
Hush child
And breathe in
Feel your cells with much needed oxygen
Holding your gasp
Waiting for
Hurt's end
Corruptive
Idiotic
Dear child
Breathe
Pain
Just fuel to this steam powered
Progression
Not dead yet
So I have to be getting stronger
Building a bridge
Soon I'll be over
It
~Life~
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
If my first name was beginning
And last name end
Would you be my middle?
Or by being in the midst of me
Would I be your end?
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 4:06 AM UTC
Boy in a corner
Left
Forgotten
Praying to God
You say he can't hear your call
Do you copy?
Listening so hard for a reply
Missed the sign
Written across the sky
In blood
You ask why me
Why couldn't the almighty
King of all kings
Seer of all things
See me?
In a corner
Bruised battered
Flip then repeat
Serving up men
Men who can't comprehend
Beyond their own being
Blinded
Entire world disguised
Stuck
On what you can see
Forgetting you are blind
Rejecting the only light
Source of sight
The true source indeed …
But not yours
You serve the false accusation
That God wasn't there for you
Forgetting you are alive
Trying to get people to explain
Things you can only discover
Through an all knowing mind
That you don't want to know
How do you explain the unseen
Smelled
Heard your word
Which touched my soul
My natural senses failed me
How can I naturally explain
An unnatural being?
Revealed through revelation
Needed trial and tribulations
While you still scream
Why me
Well now I place a question
On the table
I ask you to answer
If you are able
Why not you?
Jesus died
For crimes he didn't commit
Temptation…
He didn't submit
Why him?
Why did he have to be stuck in the side
And lashed thirty nine times
For people who wouldn't believe
Or appreciate
Depreciating the value
Of his sacrifice
While he prayed for forgiveness
Because we know not what we do
Though we do it on purpose
But I will not judge
I have no room to even breathe
But I must explain
Rearrange those thoughts of self pity
And replace it with gratefulness
Because you were given a
Promise
You will make it through this!
Boy In a corner
Purposed for greater things
But he can't hear his calling
As he continues Screaming…
~Why me~
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 4:04 AM UTC
Headaches
Longdays
Of thoughtless thinking
Turn left at the corner
Right at the sidewalk
Then end up on the steps of
Nowhere
Did so much
To accomplish less than a days work
Stop talking to me
Words for hours
Actions not seen
Your support couldn't hold my dreams
Step back
Then maybe
I could step out
Out of crumbling castle you call home
Built on credit
Not made of material things
Please listen to this harsh reality
You have to do something
To get it done You can't stand in one spot
And expect to move on
Two devils on my shoulder
Full of disbelief
Screaming
Scratching
Prying
Interweaving there thoughts with mine
But those tides are over now
The sun has risen over the horizon
And my eyes work just fine
Chaos muffled by the beauty of this scene:
Braking out of generational defeat
To be free
Or not be…
caged
I am(as the hippies would say)
High as a kite
And I like it
Wouldn't even fathom
Reacquainting myself
With soil beneath my feet
Again I say
To be free
Is the only options I will receive
This question I perceive
How many field lengths
Will I run
To overcome the pain and suffering
Caused by dysfunctional parenting
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
Blasphemy!
Must you harass my soul
Heat breathes from within
Ah! How you vex
Mocked assurity
charismatic inquity
Magnetically persuaded
Hell can be evaded
But once
Pantomime with my
Heart strings
Positvely attracted
To that which is negatively
Perceived
With so much ease
Doth that rock role down
The hill
Artificial light...
Crushed with each rotation
How hard fell I for you
Upon a hill...
Upon a hill...
Repeatedly pelted
With this divine purpose
Blasphemy!
Must it be
This sin I furtively commit
Wilting
Internally
Looked upon as if
My skin is no longer adhered to these decayed bones
Looking inside of me
My downfalls
Splashed in my face
Oh! I'm melting!
...for her
But a consonant
No larger than a rock in the road
Return to me
Reverberation occurs
Rebounding off the walls of
Your thought cavity
He...R
Three dots seperate me from
"Straight is the path and narrow is the way"
And
Homosexuality
~Deciding Factor~
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC