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 May 2014 Einalem
Sarah Spang
In the wake of what happened
Sleep beckons me
With half-truthful promises
Of whom I may see.

Half frightened, I’ve spent
Minutes… and days
Fighting the slumber
That takes me away.

Half wanting and wishing,
I let shut my eyes
And pray for the darkness
Of my paradise.

Where you walk beside me
Whole and unscathed
And say through those lips
“I could not be saved.”

Yet stand here before me
With eyes like the sea
Tangible, touchable
And right next to me.

So how can I move on
Or even forget
When dreaming of you is
The last thing I get?
 May 2014 Einalem
Lady Ju
I thought I knew God
But all I know is religion

Concluding God only lived in a book
From my man made traditions

I've been wishing, no crying, God I need to find
"Keep Searching, He said, I've told you time and time"

My fear to change for People, Someone tell me is it twisted up?
Or am I not a good "Christian" because I keep messing up?

Ignoring my God given talents
For a robotic routine
Is that what living for God really means?

We're so quick to take credit where our credit isn't due
We take these scriptures out of context and tell these people this is really true

Man I'm so scared for you
Because I'm so scared for me

For so long, this is what I believed
Over consumption of my "Sins,"
Depressed wondering if they'd ever end?

But If God forgives why can't we
God created every bone in my body
So why is it so hard to accept me for me?

If defending your faith means degrading another human being
You're wrong and I won't do it

I choose God over religion
And that's what I've concluded
#MyFreedomWithGod - Lady Ju
Darling Dear,
   are the words I want to hear
Come my love,
   Are the words I yearn to notice
Hold me, Hug me, Kiss me,
    Laught with me, Join Me
      these are the words my heart longs to be called

Something Sweet

Something Hidden

Something Free

Something *Love
I feel the line
an unseen connection
it pulls me closer
   into the unknown
There is an emptiness
   in which the line gets wound
      the closer I get
         the fuller I become
If I step back
   away from you
      I unravel
         the hole grows
Someday I will find you
   and you will never leave my side
      the longing hole in me
         will be gone
            all wound up
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