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I wasn't born to fight,
maybe tiny bit
It is with my own self,
these vices need to be uprooted right away
I wasn't born to be living in fright,
reach a longer height
not necessary physical
but reach immeasurable
lengths in spiritual.

I reject what's not mine,
everything that is out of line,
giving away everything
that I might or not need
I am born out of weeds
looking for knowledge seeds
to bring me closer to reach whole
remove the ever existing void
that I try to fill with materials
Nothing quite fits in this soul.
You bring out the worst in me
And I can’t believe I didn’t see
Your true intention.
No wonder there was alway so much tension

When we’d

Sit around and
talk about

A future that we
didn’t have

A future that I couldn’t see
A future you took away from me.

It doesn’t sting,
it doesn’t burn.
It tastes bitter on my tongue,
but it doesn’t hurt.

No, I won’t let you get to me,
no more,
I won’t let you wreck me
any more.

Leave me be, and
maybe you’ll see
You’re not who you make yourself
out to be.
I share my birthday
With John Lee ******
Beat that
You sweaty ******!
Toys lined up on a bathtub
A white rabbit
And a big bad wolf
#SA
Every life
is an unfinished coda
there's more
that has to follow

the song to be sung
the poem to write
love's loftier words to be said
past sweetest dreams to revive

a new path to chart
a fresh field to walk on
a vast sea to navigate
another dream to be born

there's greater beauty left
because the most sublime
hasn't been reached
to be ripened by waiting time
I miss when you were kinder to me
So i cling on to the memory of you
When you hurt me
I'll come back
Because im just a ******* dog
'Mans best friend'
They never apologized
They never apologized for how they treated me
But when i reacted to their pain
I was the one to blame
Weary but not wasted

Drawing on power from He who rides upon the clouds,
To face the battles this day that mount. 
Reignite in me an unquenchable fire. 
That stirs my spirit from the One that inspires.
Lent is the practice of sacrifice (going without) and remembrance. I am giving up chocolate this year and will try to write a poem in my new “Lent Collection” each day. Enjoy!
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