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"until death do us apart!"*
declared innocence.
"until time do you apart"*,
whispered wisdom.
my wisdom and innocence are in perennial battle.
for NaPoWriMo 2016, day 2.
(sorry for the late upload!)
I'm brave enough to fear, deaf enough to hear
blind enough to see, I'm a soul in ecstasy
I'm weak enough to fight, in the dark of light
crippled enough to stand, insane enough to understand
that I'm eternal enough to die, truth enough to lie
perpetual enough to end and straight enough to bend
I'm hard enough to bruise and triumphantly lose
I'm desperate enough to believe, happy enough to grieve
afloat enough to drown and smiled enough to frown
I'm treasured enough to be thrown,a dusk enough to dawn
a man enough to cry,I'm mindful enough to pry
I'm question enough to answer, goat enough to panther
I'm block enough to bridge, free enough to siege
I'm lone enough to clique, wake enough to sleep
love enough to hate, I'm free willed to fate
I'm chain enough to freedom, unknown for my stardom
pleasure enough for pain,I'm sunshine trapped in rain
I'm wrecked enough to intact and powerless enough to impact
probability enough to certain,I'm God enough to Satan
I'm peace enough to war,ignorant enough to know
less enough to more, I'm Yes enough to No
I'm stuffed enough to hunger, silence enough to thunder
obvious enough to wonder, I'm builder enough to plunder.
He says...
I'm the reason why His falling,
I am the reason why its not working,
I'm the reason why His breaking,
The reason why His hurting,
Why His angry, frustrated and feels betrayed.

              ...and I say...
HIS the reason why I love myself the way
I do because He couldn't do it better.
The reason why I'm more confident
Because I now know my capabilities.
The reason why I can wear that slim fit dress
And not worry about disgusting HIM with
My "love handles" so HE says.
The reason why I have reconnected with my guy friends
Because I don't have HIM organising my friend list for me.
The reason why am happy,
Because I have finally found myself.
Help me decide on matters that always make me cry
Help me understand how things would happen and or why
Explain to me the reasons of staying in a room
Where no love is present and everyday's like a doom

What would I do to be happy, how would I attain my peace?
I feel like locked in a cage, how can I feel at ease?
I cannot do what I like,  I do things that please people
I make others happy but I cannot hear my own heart's call

Can you look at my chains,  here keeping these weak hands?
How can you set me free from this heavy and aching bond?
I made a mistake,  I know,  do I deserved to get this prize?
To die without happiness,  to live seeing what's not nice

Help me to see that there is end, help me to find that open gate
Help me to see that death's beauty is still the best I have to wait
Help me to look at my own face in front of life's unfair mirror
Help me to lay down with a smile on my graveyard forevermore.
Just a passing emotion. Musing on sadness again. Just feeling the life of a hopeless one. Not intended to promote anything negative.

I do pray for happiness and longer life.
21st Century contraption of a mind , snatched from birth , taught how to "Walk the Line , " Hammered into conformity , Play Doh brains pressed in a mold , dressed , plopped on a conveyor , not one piece out of place ..
Our State cores a whole , pours a mandatory twelve years of robot ideology between our ears , who we should emulate , who we should fear
..  Fed factory Farm swill , sequester our imaginations , zero tolerance , shot full of Ritalin ...
Copyright February 3 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

Public education ! I spent 12 years trying to de-program my two girls every other day ! Son of a ******* !!
where lovers cry
where dreams die
where clouds are gone
And hearts are torn

I know a place
where eyes don't sleep
Neither do they blink
phones don't beep
And minds don't think

I know a place
Where roads don't meet
Shuffle don't feet
Flowers don't blossom
And life is for ransom

I know a place
where bitter is sweet
where tweeters don't tweet
where roosters don't crow
where nothing goes pro

I know a place
where it rains it don't shine
whence it rains rains wine
where people don't mind
that they search and don't find

I know a place
where war does thrive
and peace is but in shards
where dead are alive
and in silence speak words

I know a place
where all is wanting
everyone is chanting
even the dogs are panting
for there's no more hunting

I know a place
where lovers go to cry
were dreams go to die
where searchers don't find
where seers are the blind

I know a place
You were never to blame
For it was I who wrapped
myself around your finger
The warmth there pleased me
It was I who chose to eat
Off the palm of your hand
Everything tasted better there
Shared on Hello Poetry on February 2, 2016
Copywrite under Bianca Reyes
All rights reserved
Blah blah blah
Enjoy!
As photographers we see the world differently
We look around and see a beautiful picture
As a “regular” person we see drudging task of life
Photographers see a glistening meadow full of white
“Regular” people see a biter cold with biting wind
Photographers see the world through lenses that act as eyes
“Regular” people think all philosophically and scientifically
Photographers think what would look best
A black and white photograph
Or
A sketch that looks like a picture
Photographers are artist and nothing less
So don’t mistake them for “regular” people
You
You.
A collection of specialized cells working together in perfect harmony.
You.
Fearfully and wonderfully made.
But why are you so insecure?
Is it because their words burn?
Scald your soul till you are nothing but a shell?
Is it because their words are knives,
Sharpened by the truth that exposes your weaker side?
Even if they cover your skin with bruises,
They have no power over you

Let me tell you who you are,
Beauty,
even in the worst times,
even in the dark times,
even if the worlds collide,
you.are.beauty
You are the the epitome of perfection
you are the beauty behind all chaos
never mind their words.

Your idiosyncrasies make you who you are
they make you unique
they make you,you
and no matter what they tell you I will always appreciate you
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