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My tears, they fell like raindrops,
as they softly hit the ground;
Then they began to cease,
when I heard an awesome sound.
~
It was a still, soft voice,
that was calling out to me;
I knew it was my Jesus,
as I fell upon my knees.
~
His voice I heard quite clearly,
His comfort I could feel;
His grace was most abundant,
His love was truly real.
~
"My child," I heard Him tell me,
"The fears that you now know;
I too felt in the Garden,
so many years ago.
~
I asked my Heavenly Father,
if He could take my cup;
Yet if it not be possible,
to give me strength enough.
~
I did all I could do,
and obeyed my Father's Will;
I must trust in Him always,
no matter how I feel."
~
The storm in me subsided,
Peace filled my heart and soul;
I always want God with me,
whatever I may go.
Reasons to fall back into my haunting dreams
Tears that climb back into my eyes watching the memes
I've tried to walk past my troubles and gain strength
Little that I know they would run behind to any length

Catching the scent of disapproval and ignorance
Lasting for years to come ahead of this nonsense
Feel my wrath breaking my wishes one by one
Taking away the little beliefs I had for the only one

Drag my soul through the dust and dirt to teach me
Lessons that I witnessed and forgot within seconds
If life would be easy on me until death reaches me
I could've done more than just kiss you and tie loose ends
I should never have broken up with you AH. I could've just held on to you.
I fell asleep
in a hazy state
cherry blossoms
had to be picked
from a heap of dirt
I awoke with clearer
visions
for I now grasp
there is beauty laying
upon
the muck & mayhem
Words pour out
onto the page
words bleeding
into one another
like vermillion
blood
My heart pours
onto the page
I write
for you, not
for me
for
the ones
blinded
by that which
blocks
their vision
but they
can't see
nor grasp
it
fully
I write for
you,
not for me
At times
I am similar
to a wild fire
Destructive,
full of rage,
and yearning
to eradicate
the natural
state of what
surrounds
me
Burning, burning, burning
yearning, yearning, yearning
for change
The wind blows
my happiness
away
I solemnly
wonder
why it can not stay
like grasping onto
a fleeting feeling
I realize
it's always
leaving
Madness
keeps me sane
Writing words
which blur seamlessly
into one another
keeps me tame
Art saves
my soul
sets it on fire,
elevating
my passion
higher
& higher
In a void
much deeper
lies the answer
Do not get stuck
down there,
you mustn't
instead
search for the
encryptions
writings on the wall
then climb up
from the fall
to bestow the wisdom
upon the others
Some mornings,
I awaken with
speckled
eyes of hope
as the sun brims
into
my
veins
pumping inspiration
into my stream
& the feeling
that I am no longer
bound to your chains
My heart is a baroque style garden,
You are my lovely gardener,
Therein you have created a beautiful effect of mind and soul,
Which tranquilizes and arouses my senses like a drug,
And awakens my unconscious  self to new heights.
26/2/2019
Baroque: a European style of Architecture , art and music of 17th and 18th century.
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