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Dear Bitter, Broken, me, To the days that you have longed, but never received To the days that you have questioned, but never conceived To the days that you have sought freedom, yet still have not broken free. To the days you have sought outcome, yet still have nowhere to be. And to the days you have spent broken and battered; this might set you free So Dear bitter, broken, you; Courage, my friend. Don’t die wondering It might look like the end but this is only the beginning. We have to walk, even though it hurts. But we can take our time because I know it gets worse. Believe me, I get it. We’re blinded by what we see, yes I get it. A moment of silence for those who don’t get this. I pray to God “can I please just forget this” But now listen it won’t always be like this Don’t fall for the words the enemy has prescribed us with We’re consumed not immune to what we think is true To the pain we sustain because it makes us feel good So dear bitter, broken, me; You’re a time bomb awaiting to break lose. Confronting yourself wasn’t always the best thing to do, Aware of the guilt and falsity of disregarding this book I can’t bare its facts to what seems to be the truth. I can’t stand this. Why does it feel like I can never surpass this. My broken heart and upset mind can’t comprehend So dear bitter, broken, me is coming to an end Lured and lusted to internet sociality Upset and degraded because i’m not what instagram tells me to be My life consisted of adversity in reality I’m marked with scars scarred for every reason that i’m not Ive died on the inside allowing my outside to rot It’s me and my sin until death do us apart or so I thought I flip the pages of the book of James And I’m reminded about this love that never changed But allow me to speak this truth for you This grace, This love let it pursue you We out to sought the truth of whether or not this God we speak of has truly existed And trust me I wouldn’t speak of it if I didn’t already know this. And it may sound crazy the way I say this but the relationship I have with my Jesus is more than just religion. Believe me, He gets it. A bitter, broken me, yes He gets this. He showed me His scars, Scarred for every reason I thought I was Once died on that cross For the bitter broken me that I once was Simplicity at its finest Complexity has no life in this A love I thought I forgot Was once reintroduced by the begotten son of God
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 6:18 AM UTC
Dear Bitter, Broken, me
Dear Bitter, Broken, me, To the days that you have longed, but never received To the days that you have questioned, but never conceived To the days that you have sought freedom, yet still have not broken free. To the days you have sought outcome, yet still have nowhere to be. And to the days you have spent broken and battered; this might set you free So Dear bitter, broken, you; Courage, my friend. Don’t die wondering It might look like the end but this is only the beginning. We have to walk, even though it hurts. But we can take our time because I know it gets worse. Believe me, I get it. We’re blinded by what we see, yes I get it. A moment of silence for those who don’t get this. I pray to God “can I please just forget this” But now listen it won’t always be like this Don’t fall for the words the enemy has prescribed us with We’re consumed not immune to what we think is true To the pain we sustain because it makes us feel good So dear bitter, broken, me; You’re a time bomb awaiting to break lose. Confronting yourself wasn’t always the best thing to do, Aware of the guilt and falsity of disregarding this book I can’t bare its facts to what seems to be the truth. I can’t stand this. Why does it feel like I can never surpass this. My broken heart and upset mind can’t comprehend So dear bitter, broken, me is coming to an end Lured and lusted to internet sociality Upset and degraded because i’m not what instagram tells me to be My life consisted of adversity in reality I’m marked with scars scarred for every reason that i’m not Ive died on the inside allowing my outside to rot It’s me and my sin until death do us apart or so I thought I flip the pages of the book of James And I’m reminded about this love that never changed But allow me to speak this truth for you This grace, This love let it pursue you We out to sought the truth of whether or not this God we speak of has truly existed And trust me I wouldn’t speak of it if I didn’t already know this. And it may sound crazy the way I say this but the relationship I have with my Jesus is more than just religion. Believe me, He gets it. A bitter, broken me, yes He gets this. He showed me His scars, Scarred for every reason I thought I was Once died on that cross For the bitter broken me that I once was Simplicity at its finest Complexity has no life in this A love I thought I forgot Was once reintroduced by the begotten son of God
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I hated your friends and I hated me too. I lied to myself and for that, I blame you. I thought about you and I never knew why. You didn't need me so you didn't try.
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 9:35 AM UTC
work in progress
Will I find myself in utter peace, for painful pleasure is all that the world has to offer me. A constant battle, a dreadful ending; remind me of Your love everlasting.
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Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
remind me
What if? Walking on an endless road with our shoes untied, leaving us in regret every time we lie; what if? An eternal question we can never tie ends with yet we're still left with the question, "what if?"
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
What if?
Taco Bell, my love, You fill the void in my soul. Take all my money.
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 9:51 AM UTC
Haiku about Taco Bell
Green, yellow, red, stop. I walked through a busy market in Paris until I hit a stoplight that left me without the knowledge of misfortune or pleasure awaiting me. Either way, I'm glad I waited because moments later here I am staring at what I hoped would be; the one. I remember you were seated on your pastel blue bicycle, the ones with the basket in the front carrying a baguette I mean, how french can one get? You had blonde hair, you were blue eyed I still remember what you looked like. You looked exactly like someone I thought I would never be right by Face to face You looked back at me and smiled. It kinda reminded me of that one story by John Green where this dude named Augustus Waters met this girl named Hazel Grace and he falls in love with her in an instant so on and so forth because This was something similar. I didn't know you, But I felt as if we potentially were operating on the same wavelength, and I loved that. It's crazy how only three seconds can paint out a situation that makes it feel like a lifetime of what seemed to be only pure bliss. Three seconds was all it took. Three seconds was all it took for the stars that bled through your eyes to align with mine- a constellation that only happened once in a lifetime But who you think you are to me was just a girl riding her bicycle. And I was just a boy pointing his camera at a direction towards someone of both beauty and of worth. It was almost as though you were just a vision in my dream as she looked comforted Yet her eyes stood out as if she had just smelled the scent of coffee. In perfect constrast, her eyes, they glimmered, they shined brighter than all the stars within her. But both beauty and worth couldn't comprehend to this feeling. She was unstoppable and she took everything she ever wanted with a smile. Red, yellow, green, go. Three seconds turned out to what seemed to be that moment where time and only time stood still. Three seconds turned out to what seemed to be three lifetimes. Three seconds was all it took to imagine what my life would be without you by my side. L’amour fait les plus grandes douceurs et les plus sensibles infortunes de la vie. Love makes the greatest pleasures and most sensitive misfortunes of life.
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
A Poem About How I Broke My Heart in Three Seconds
Green, yellow, red, stop. I walked through a busy market in Paris until I hit a stoplight that left me without the knowledge of misfortune or pleasure awaiting me. Either way, I'm glad I waited because moments later here I am staring at what I hoped would be; the one. I remember you were seated on your pastel blue bicycle, the ones with the basket in the front carrying a baguette I mean, how french can one get? You had blonde hair, you were blue eyed I still remember what you looked like. You looked exactly like someone I thought I would never be right by Face to face You looked back at me and smiled. It kinda reminded me of that one story by John Green where this dude named Augustus Waters met this girl named Hazel Grace and he falls in love with her in an instant so on and so forth because This was something similar. I didn't know you, But I felt as if we potentially were operating on the same wavelength, and I loved that. It's crazy how only three seconds can paint out a situation that makes it feel like a lifetime of what seemed to be only pure bliss. Three seconds was all it took. Three seconds was all it took for the stars that bled through your eyes to align with mine- a constellation that only happened once in a lifetime But who you think you are to me was just a girl riding her bicycle. And I was just a boy pointing his camera at a direction towards someone of both beauty and of worth. It was almost as though you were just a vision in my dream as she looked comforted Yet her eyes stood out as if she had just smelled the scent of coffee. In perfect constrast, her eyes, they glimmered, they shined brighter than all the stars within her. But both beauty and worth couldn't comprehend to this feeling. She was unstoppable and she took everything she ever wanted with a smile. Red, yellow, green, go. Three seconds turned out to what seemed to be that moment where time and only time stood still. Three seconds turned out to what seemed to be three lifetimes. Three seconds was all it took to imagine what my life would be without you by my side. L’amour fait les plus grandes douceurs et les plus sensibles infortunes de la vie. Love makes the greatest pleasures and most sensitive misfortunes of life.
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