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Z Feb 2022
On Pine Grave's Mill lives quiet Grace Jill.
History of surprise and chill.
Children disappearing on Pine Grave's silent hill.

Outside Jill would regard the mill,
Knowing that demons and weird creatures are by it still.
She would retain curiousity and take her pills,
Grace with a panice face, the pill keeps her chill.

Mummers of slenders deep in the forest of the hill,
Behind Pine Grave's Mill,
Search officers looked for days, weeks even months,
Still no evidence of tiny green bean Fill,
Who went missing on Pine Grave's hill.

Friday went Jill, she rebuked the pill and now she's running behind the mill,
No idea of what's lurking in the bushes of the hill,
Where the sun is afraid to set and under the moon where demons ****.
Curious little Grace, with fright on her face, creeping through the bushes suddenly she falls in a grave.
Eyes opened wide, Bill's rottened finger in the ground,
No where to run, jump or hide.

Jill turned around, something poked her in the waist,
As she rotated terror and cold sweat covered her face.
In sight she cries, with hands on her eyes,
Wrong view of tiny green bean Fill's skull in the dirt properly disguised.

Sad evening on Pine Grave's Mill,
History of suspense and chill.
Mother and father of quiet Grace Jill,
Lost their daughter in the woods of the silent hill.
Z Feb 2022
Fill my cup and let it overflow,
With wisdom, knowledge and understanding.
Upon recieving the knowledge of the new Thou must empty your cup of teachings of the old.
Attire yourself and remove the things you hold dare,
Obtain new doctrines, apply it and keep it near.
They brought me to a place to break me, build me and break me again,
By installing physical pain, mental strain and to confuse my spiritual plain.

Empty your cup, not because fools you will return,
Throw away the fluids ol lack of humility, foolishness and dishonor,
Integrity in a key value, discipline in a word we must stand to.
Principle maketh man and manners is the foundation which I stand.
My cup is always empty because I am humble,
New knowledge a poor servant seeks.
Fill my cup everyday and let it overflow,
With wisdom, knowledge and understanding,
So that spiritually, mentally and
physically I will grow.
Z Feb 2022
Priceless thoughts of wisdom deprived from dark stature,
Turned the good minds into the unrighteous state of dark matter.
Black magic, black books, uprise of darkness, the forbidden fruit is getting fatter,
Live in a bright world where only darkness matters.
Z Feb 2022
My motivation is as distant as the foreign land,
Esteem for me to strive ponder my soul,
Maybe the 2nd or maybe the 3rd my heart is in her hand,
I can still see her smile when I am alone and feeling cold.

Forsake not her blessings her heart is mine to keep,
I am trying to hold fast yet I know I am weak.
Tender lips brushing the exciting skin of my cheeks,
I can still see her smile when I lay to sleep.

Gathering all my seashells yet I will rebuke the stones,
One Queen to my kingdom she sits on my highest Throne.
In the art of War and the **** is frustrating me,
I can still see her smile like she was standing right next to me.
Z Jan 2022
White house, white house,
Blue stains on white house.
Brown cats, black rats, orange birds by white couch,
Nice spouse and white house
Food spots, tea drops on clean floors of white house.

White House, white house,
Red stains and white house.
Clear pool, silver tools, pink snacks killed white mouse,
Chicken sauce turned white spoils,
Fly wings, ants sings of sugar blocks in white house.

White house, white house,
Yellow stains on top White House
Veggie plates, sweet dates, raisen cakes by nice spouse,
Grey clouds pours rain loud,
Mud puddles, purple bubbles outside doors of white house.

White House, white house,
Green grass surrounds white house.
Children dance, in white pants for a cookie chance in white house.
Ceiling fan under a breezy land,
Door closes, mat poses, no more feet enter white house.
Z Jan 2022
Sundays she screams "Praise the Lord" for keeping me,
For bringing me through the week
From the fight she fought so meek.
Sundays she screams "Lord and father please",
To take her through another week,
To be devoured by Ceaser's sharpened teeth,
Pain and stress meets her at her peak.
Tears, sweat and blood running down her cheeks,
Yet she smiles and you don't hear the frustration when she speaks.
I call her mother and Queen,
Because she's the strength that live in me,
That make me want to be the best me that I could ever be.
Sundays she screams to the top of her voice,
With any song of her choice,
Singing the pain that reflected on her chest,
Dancing away her time to rest.
Still feeling the mortal pain that rocks her flesh,
Sundays she screams "Father Lord look over me" and the trials she's about to meet, pushing her feet
Ready for the new heat, ready for the streets,
To rebuke the devils peace and again her children's feast until Sunday she screams.
Z Jan 2022
Why is there evil?
Maybe God wanted evil.
Maybe evil *** his diverse plan.
Maybe He created evil not to see men fall but how long would men stand,
Maybe not for it to over come us but for it to show us his demands,
Still I ask myself why do I suffer?

Why must we die?
Why must we try?
To become greater than sinners if sinners we were born to be.
To be holy if holiness is only given and not achieved.
To starve and be poor because the rich are told to be evil beings,
So I ask myself why do I suffer.

What's the purpose of life?
If we're born to live,..... wait no born to die.
If all we must face most is hardship and pain to be Saints, get wings and fly.
Is its purpose bent only on showing glory to be killed for innocence and criticized for righteousness.
And I ask myself why do I suffer.

Probably I suffer because I choose to.
Because instead I try the easy way and rub,fraud and **** I sit and wait,
To he fed everyday still having an empty plate, thinking that it's going to be ok.
Probably because God said he will never let his children go hungry and starve but never poor? Nor suffer?
Maybe his idea of sufferation is differ,
Maybe his meaning and comprehension of suffer is joy,
I ask myself why do I suffer,
I don't know, may never know but;
Maybe I suffer to understand and appreciate the sufferation so I can know what it is not suffer afterwards.
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