I don't want to hear your voice.
I want to feel it
pulsing in my veins
running through my bloodstream
with every little
whisper.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
Permanent bruises on my legs
(I'm a peach),
but I don't mind them.
Reminding me when I'm alone,
(that I wasn't)-
you left me sweet thumb-sized poems.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
The only solution is retribution.
Here I am waitng for an execution-
when it is my heart that is filled with pollution.
Love has no constitution.
There are no written rules.
There is no reason,
there is no rhyme.
If you are lucky,
you realize that sometimes,
it is just not the right time.
The only solution is a revolution.
Here I am taking up arms,
when the only weapon I need is a successful resolution.
My mind was clouded.
War has no constitution.
There is no reason,
there is no rhyme.
I was lucky,
I realized that sometimes,
all a person needs is time.
Instead of me.
Perhaps someone out there,
is misguided too,
in planning my retribution.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
Eyes closed,
I think to myself-
I just need a place.
A place where I can sit and think about,
all the memories I am unable to erase.
I need a bit of grace.
It is something that I crave, I am enslaved,
by all my past mistakes.
I need to be unchained.
I need to be freed.
I need breathing space.
Someone to clear the air.
Someone to calm my fears.
Someone to take my pain away.
My eyes open.
I am not a charity case.
I am a human being,
and it is in my own sins that I am encased.
I look at down at The Book, still amazed.
I've overlooked my safe place,
my refuge-
and now I see,
I have already been saved,
by His amazing grace.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC
I try so hard to run away from how you make me feel.
You know my true feelings, though I still seem melancholy.
You ask me why, but my lips are sealed.
It is not that the emotions aren't genuine.
My whole life all I've known is how to distance myself so I don't get hurt.
A defense mechanism, I'm a human iceberg.
Drifting,
floating,
the opposite way.
I just don't have the words to say-
I just don't have the courage to be-
happy.
So I do my best to be sad.
It's not fair to you,
but before this sadness is all I ever had.
So it's what I expect.
I try to be distant still,
but my insides are screaming for these chains
that are freezing me to be broken.
I let my guard down.
You flash me that smile, and they melt.
Despite the small diamonds that you see
rolling down my cheeks,
you say, "Just please be happy... for me."
So for you I struggle to fuse who I am, and who I was.
I refuse to let past events make first love a catastrophe.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 1:34 AM UTC
I'm smiling while I am thinking about the good times-
at the same time, the pain is leaking from the corners of my eyes.
Suddenly all I can think of is how sick I am of all the lies.
I swore it would never come to this,
swore I could ignore the fact that you did not care,
ignore every time you ran to others
on the rare occasion that I could not be there.
Here I am staring at my ceiling,
realizing it is not you I need-
I just need a little healing.
And your hands cannot do that anymore,
in fact they never could.
Let all of this pain go, I know that I should.
I don't want to be simply an option.
I don't want to be your temporary fix.
What I want to be is free of these chains,
of all these games.
I want you to realize that more than my own,
it is your pain that I want to take away.
So I beg of you, quit playing around with minds,
For once in your life,
just give it to me straight.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
John Sixteen : Thirty-Three,
says "[we] are told these things so that [we] may have peace".
I know it is hard to comprehend sometimes,
sometimes it is hard to even perceive-
because these troubles keep persisting, trying to break us down,
by taking advantage of our humanity.
Yes, the roaring lion often succeeds,
instead of looking to the heavens above,
we choose to chase after worldly things.
Our biggest trouble in this life is that we
fail to recognize that sometimes-
you have to fold your hands
and close your eyes
to truly see.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
There He Stands.
With the appearance of a man.
Simply watching all of the plan unfold.
Truth be told, he seems normal enough.
Yet before those gentle eyes, the whole world has fallen-
is desperately calling, waiting to be lifted up.
There He Stands.
Beholding man.
A tear slides down His beautiful face,
and lands in His outstretched hand.
And now He is reaching, without speaking,
extending an offer we cannot, the world could not
possibly fathom, or even begin to understand.
Here, the world trembles.
Ignoring Grace and its' ultimate symbol,
doing the only things we believe we can.
We nervously chuckle, we cower, we wonder,
Pride will not allow us to acknowledge-
that this problem we have created has existed
since our time here began.
Here, we kneel.
Brought to our knees,
praying, pleading:
"Please, I cannot help myself, I am only a man."
Simply smiling,
He reaches down,
piling,
the world on His divine shoulders,
allowing Sin's nails to pierce His Holy hands.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
I've got this frozen heart inside-
at the same time,
that fire of desire is still burning me alive.
I couldn't level out these feelings if I tried,
so for now I'll cling to the few good memories you left behind
just to survive.
Thinking about those nights that felts so good I could've died,
and I did, now dealing with this ghost called conscience in my mind-
telling me I should quit this.
We were with it,
now "we" isn't,
and I was just one out of
God knows how many so-called b*tches
that you played, and now I'm enslaved-
by the idea of you and I.
Which now I know can never happen,
I realize everything you claim to be is one big lie.
But I am stronger than I know,
I am not your precious little prize.
I've got the courage to look right into your manipulative eyes.
I see straight through you,
through all the arrogance, the wrongful pride,
I look at the kid I thought I knew and see he never even existed,
so we can never coincide.
Perhaps none of this is true,
maybe it's not your fault or mine,
and you didn't intentionally ***** me over-
you're just
devious
by
design.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC
She's a little runaway.
never had much to say but-
one thing's for sure,
she's gonna make it somewhere, someday.
She's a little runaway.
never spoke up about his evil ways but-
one thing's for sure.
she's gonna make him pay, somehow, some way.
She's a little runaway.
never stopped dreaming about a better him but-
one thing's for sure,
she's gonna get a real man of her own,
and he's out there waiting, someplace.
She's a little runaway,
she's off the path, she's gone astray.
her original plans have all fallen away.
because of a new face, but
one thing's for sure,
they don't matter to her anymore anyways-
plans are for those who stay.
and she can't stand anymore pain.
So she starts to run away like always,
from the past, from all those tear-filled days-
when a new someone,
a new face,
grabs her wrist and asks her,
to stay.
But she's a little runaway.
he can't tame the spirit who refuses to be tamed.
so together,
they run away.
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC