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This headache is my own mistake
It's the siren let off in warning of this mindframe
Because my game is to play with my brain
I live in the pain of what my mind has made
It's a migraine—the absence of light
It represents a test as I walk through the night
I've been tested with no rest to walk by sight
Can you hear this distress call?
Something's not right
I wrote this, I don't know, a week ago I think, and I've been critiquing it every now and then. When I was at church, listening to the lesson about God being with us in the wilderness, the speaker said, "God's address is at the end of the rope," meaning that you only experience complete peace, joy, and hope once you let go of these strongholds and admit to God that you have nothing and you sincerely need Him. I'm reaching that point now, and I'm learning even more about how much I need my Lord to have control of my life. At some point, when we're in this darkness and we're going through these struggles, you realize something's not right in your life. As we walk through our faith, God will put us through trials to realize that we need to go even deeper in our faith, that we need to trust Him even more if we're going to remain faithful. It's like math class—each year, you add on to what you already know; each season of life, you deepen your faith even further. And at this time, you realize you have nothing besides God—no stronghold will sustain you, only God.
I once wrote an essay about falling in love as
Biology’s grandest trick
The truth is I've always wanted to meet someone I'd fling myself off buildings for.

I just didn't think I could survive the crash landing.
Bit generic, trying to post more often but uni's finally kicking in.
I pout
I sulk
At what you said
Then I look out the window
And my heart swells, because
When you say you love me,
I say I don’t believe you,
But you know,
And I know,
I love you too.
Dedicated to my dad
Pounding
  Pounding
           Pounding
                            POUNding
                                         POUNDING
                      poUNDING
               POUND
ING
       ING
POUND

Everyday
It pounds
Each side
I'm on the
     ground
Crying
Cry

   Ing
How many times
Can i wish
     For
        Eternal
Dark

            Ness
My head hasnt stopped throbbing in pain for over a month now
White, white snowflakes
Framed against
A black, black sky

A light, light flurry
Coming down
Of special, special surprises

The cold, cold taste
Of them
As you catch them on your tongue

Feels
   Like
       Bliss
Coming out from dance it was snowing differently than normal, a very beautiful experience!
I’m bored
I’m bored
I’m bored
I’m bored

Oh
By the way
Did I mention
I’m bored?

Cliches and traditions
Pressure heavy
Outcasted if you don’t
Participate

But oh! Why me!
Me and my
Tired.
Bored.
Soul.
Feedback? Not sure I like the title or the poem...
 Jan 2019 Hannah Christina
AE
You are the abundance of stars only visible to the dreamer in the wake of night

The sun and its companions as they glow to shine a light on the surface of your skin

You are the mischief that forms the toothy grin on the face of a child’s curiosity

The everlasting glow on their faces as they question the world around them

And I am lost in translation, confused, amused and somewhat enchanted

To you I am the clouds that hide away your blue skies

But to me I am the ones that shield you from the glare of a jealous sun

And to each other we are foreign, bordered and misunderstood

Lost in translation I’m waiting for you to understand ,
That to you; you’re nothing, but to me; you’re my dreamland
If I was a mountain

That soared towards the sky,

With craggy snow caps

And stormy grey eyes-



Then you'd be the clouds

That swaddled my peak,

That silenced my thunder

When I tried to speak.



If I was the earth

The desert, in fact:

With arid dry soil

And mud, baked and cracked-



You'd be the rain

The downpour that soothed;

The balm to my bruises,

Relief to my wounds.



If I was the Moon

In the indigo night,

With stars as my blanket

And silver; my light-



Well you'd be the Sun

Just always behind

That lent me your glow

And caused me to shine.
My most secret wish is to somehow become
A Bandaid for all the wounds of the world
And an Aspirin for it’s pain.
ljm
If only.   Happy New Year
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