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"Dear God, make me a bird, so I can fly far, far away from here..."

A crushing mouth
Two hands of hate
A sacred bond
Turned twisted fate

Oh Lord oh Lord
Where art thou?
A desperate cry
Met with no sound

Please help me
To understand
Thy mysterious ways
Brought by thy self-righteous hand

You take no stand
As innocence is perversed
All knowing AND all loving?
A one sided prayer, the victims curse

"Dear God, make me a bird, so I can fly far, far away from here..."

©2025
I am the jagged reflection of a broken mirror
A fractured representation of hopelessness and fear
Nothing in front of me,
Only unbridled despair catching up from the rear
And I don't have another gear
So casually it's told to me
That it's so easy
But easy isn't described so easily
Comfort torn apart with a frenzy,
Pulled out from under me
Left with nothing
Just an emptiness that feeds the suffering
To move on I need,
~"I AM IN NEED"~
Of some kind of buffering
But no one is listening
So I have to ask,
"Do I want to move on...?"
What an impossible question
I must have missed some crucial lesson
Can not find the life or death connection
But life's not kind,
There is no rewind
In a human mind
That's something you can't find
Thankfully I do not sit alone, it's me and depression
A dysfunctional concoction
But it seems to be my only connection
To my reflection

©2025
Rounded by salt and
Water rolling from
Tide to tide

Inviolate cipher of
All time
Fallen from molten skies

At the beginning

Holding all
Within your elliptical
Mystical mound
Of stone
 Aug 6 Xasvel
Ander Stone
darling,
it hurts too much
to watch
as you chase
someone else's dream,
as they chase
someone else's dream,
and no one's
chasing their own.

darling,
it hurts too much
to watch
you pass through
the valleys of life,
as the shadows
stretch further
with every step,
and the valley
stretches too.

darling,
it hurts too much
to hear you
say to me,
in that crystalline voice
that warms my heart,
"the only way
is through",
while I stare back
and whisper to you
"the only way
is through".

darling,
it hurts too much
to look up
and face the sunlight
with eyes
that've only
tasted the dark.

darling,
you love
sunlight.
I’m never kidding,
When I say I need humbling.
Life goes too good for too long,
I get too popular winning at too much,
That I forget what it feels like to lose out,
And I risk everything.
It’s so silly,
Complaining about succeeding,
But sometimes I miss the days I wasn’t on the radar yet.
Because now that I have so much,
My vision is fogged by greed,
I forget how to treat the people that brought me here.
I never learn,
Until I lay askew and burnt,
When my luck runs out.

It’s not magic.
Note: not a sarcastic piece and not intended to anger or aggravate anybody. I appreciate my position in life so much and am forever grateful for all the blessings I’ve received!
Carrying my truth.
I stand by my views,
watching through
my weakening gaze.

After a raging storm,
making peace with myself,
I vanish into the air,
my convictions fold with me.

Without simple answers,
wearing the new lens,
I see another world:
not clearer,
not wiser,
not safer,

just slightly shifted.
 Aug 1 Xasvel
Mira
You are so precious—
like the tears I try to hide
when joy overflows
and my heart opens wide.

You are so precious—
like a rainbow in the sky,
when the sun breaks through
and the storm says goodbye.

You are so precious—
like sunshine’s gentle rays
warming frozen hearts
on cold winter days.

You are so precious—
like the tender gaze we share,
when words fall away
but our eyes still care.

You are so precious—
like the laughter of a child,
pure and bright,
glowing with a light so wild.

You are so precious—
like a kiss upon the brow,
where souls softly meet
and time forgets to bow.

You are so precious—
like the breath I take each day,
quiet, unseen,
yet keeping life in play.
 Jul 26 Xasvel
Mike Adam
If only I owned the Moon
I could charge the Poets

But I do not own the Moon
And must view Her Face,
Imagine Her Dark

With You
 Jul 26 Xasvel
Immortality
I can't close my eyes
tears gather.
I can't breathe
the air is stuck.
I can't gulp
my throat is tight.

I try to plant my dream,
but land is
barren

Still, I try.
Even my conscience
mocks me.
It’s that moment when giving up feels easier, everything is against you;
but you can’t, because giving up just isn’t you.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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