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 Oct 2014 Chrissy
Abdullah Ayyash
Take me,
     wherever you go,
          take my soul
Have me,
     whenever you want,
          have me all
I’m here for you and I’m there with you
Send me your cloud and let it rain over me
Let your grace embraces my wounded heart
The cut is so deep
Your mercy is in need
Take me,
     have me,
          or forever...
               put me to sleep

Abdullah Ayyash
June 19th, 2013
 Oct 2014 Chrissy
NuurSeraph
Oasis
 Oct 2014 Chrissy
NuurSeraph
This is my Oasis
A Place of
Timeless Grace

~Divine~


Come Waves of Wonder
Wash Me Over

A bountiful Breeze
Of endless Mystique

Raise my arms
I float into
Ambrosia Bliss

This is my Oasis
A Place of
Timeless Grace

~Divine~

I recall All things
Whole
(unyeilding & brave)

The kind of Grace we cannot erase
A peaceful Smile on a Child's face

A Place and Time

~Untouched~

~Unhidden~

~Unending~

ETERNAL

This is the place where I want to go *
*Together
We can accomplish Anything when We work Together
Doncha Think?
:-)
 Oct 2014 Chrissy
Pax
life-support
 Oct 2014 Chrissy
Pax

.
I’m
Drowning with disappointments.
I feel breathless with regrets.
My heart is on life-support.
I’m stupid and very dense
for repeating the same mistake
over and over
again
.




© Pax
written: July 18, 2012
ConcretePoetry
(I hate myself, but not too much to die for.)
disappointments and regrets makes the heart and mind weary, that's how it feels like, atleast for me.
 Oct 2014 Chrissy
s
'why are you still in here?'
someone asked her.
'why am i still in here?'
she asked herself. confused.
then she go to another place.
'why are you in here?'
another people asked her.
'why am i in here?'
she asked herself. again.
'useless'
someone shout it loud to her ears.

then she realize
that nobody wants her
she's useless
and
unwanted

so she go to her bedroom
where nobody can  found her
where she can be alone
the demons took all the control
she takes the blade under her pillow
and cut her wrists
wishing for dead

it happen again tomorrow
and the day after tomorrow
and when she's not strong enough
she cut herself again and again
she can't keep it to herself
she's not strong anymore
she thinks she's unwanted and useless
and the other night
in the rainy day
she killed herself
 Oct 2014 Chrissy
Ezra the Poet
stains linger along the stretch of my chest
of drawers still sodden
and acrid.

minding my chill
drenched with that perpetual anathema

avidity breeds mindless self-deprivation
do you mind?
~E~
not really sure where this was going, might update sometime.
'avidity breeds mindless self-deprivation '.
 Oct 2014 Chrissy
-
She's a painter
 Oct 2014 Chrissy
-
She paints smiles on people's faces
But she can't paint one for herself

Day by day, she tries
Everyday, she fails


Until she came up with an idea
of painting her last canvas
She wants it to be memorable
and so she did it

Not with a brush, but with a razor
Not on a paper, but on her wrist
And the colors were not pastels
nor watercolors, but it was red.
It was blood.
And it spilled
Til it was too much.


True enough, her masterpiece
was remembered
It was seen as a symbol of sin by some,
some say it's simply tragic
some try to understand
--and for her that's art--
Something that tells a story
sad and beautiful at the same time

*The painter wanted to be a masterpiece
And so
she became one
 Oct 2014 Chrissy
Poetic T
Darkness* inhaled and *light
Became night, it whispered
Terrors upon the mind,
Nightmares,
Sight,
Sound,
Different upon the black canvass
The night silent,
But Whispers of nothing
Heard through senses,
That fear the obscurity
Of things not
Known,
Detected,
Perceived,
What happens
When we ask is anything there
And the darkness answers back,
"We have always been here"
The screams of insanity
Heard,
Breaking into the silence
That darkness brings
A phobia of the dark
Or of what talked back,
When next encircled
By the veil of night.
Are you brave enough to ask
"Is there anybody there"
Will you be a frenzied mess
Or
One that is rational and answered back..
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