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 Feb 2017 Mistry
Keyana Brown
When I was little girl,
I cried so many times
that every teardrop of rain
would fall of my eyes.

When I was an adolescent
I couldn't stop crying at all.
Bodies of water came running
down like the Niagara Falls.

By the time I was an adult
a drought appeared in my eyes
I felt no guilt or shame
but I still feel sad inside.

The cracks beneath my skin
forms a desert upon my face
My emotions are fighting me
there is a part of me that I can't erase.

The waterfall has formed
as the water absorb the soil
That's it I'm done
I'm no longer living in turmoil!

And as I hear the Spirit of the Lord say:
"They that sown tears shall reap in joy."
Even after all these years
why didn't I think this way?
My tears won't  bring me down
as of today.

For there is joy in the morning
after every tear sown
because God does great works
Therefore in this situation
I am never alone.
 Feb 2017 Mistry
Ignatius Hosiana
Roses* are Red
Violets* are Blue
Valentines is Dead
ever since I lost **you.
 Feb 2017 Mistry
Ovi-Odiete
~IN THE SPIRAL OF LOVE~

A fish could love a bird, where would they live?
They will thither and ponder till they get yonder.
They will hover, perch, swim, fly, frolicking
Savoring every moment.
The bird will hover the river and the fish would show its tail, constantly swimming towards the edge of the river to see the bird
They will find a way.


There are no milestones too great for love to conquer
There are no mountains too high for love to climb.
Love is the air that flows from cosmic beyond
The endlessness of time is love
The reason the sparrow flies and soars in rhythms
The strength of a man
The weakness of his heart
The frolicking and intertwining of two hearts into one
The song the heart sings
The tune the soul hears
If love is a sea
Let me drown in it
Spreading and leaping far and wide
Let it swallow me
**** me
**** me with love


**OviĀ©
Feb, 14th, 2017. All right reserved
For valentine and lovers
 Jan 2017 Mistry
Ignatius Hosiana
Day after day
I was learning
that the yearning
and pain would never go away
That I was a bent rod
a traveler so long
lost along a road
so wrong...
I was seeing clearer
the shattered lad in my mirror
manacled in horror
of echos of the past
reverberating through the threads
of time,
a man cursed
to forever shiver in cold of desolation
and to always seek consolation
in the glamour of rhyme
yet never mind
that he'd never find...
Day after day
I was learning
that the clouds of strife
in my life
would always be the blanket
that stops my Sun from shining
and that my trumpet
was bound to rust
as no one would bear
their lips on dust...
none would love me enough to dare.
as I were a flower in the wild
growing on shitload piled...
a heart punched and filed
a destiny's child
a million pieces compiled
on a future defiled.
I was a forgotten dream
a dried up stream-
cracks instead of Adam's ale
a snail without a shell
corpse pale...
I was my own hell,
strange
they said things would change,
that time would tell...
yet there was nothing left
to be told of my story
though I wasn't one to feel sorry
as I'd been through more ****
than I could spit.
 Jan 2017 Mistry
Ignatius Hosiana
I
 Jan 2017 Mistry
Ignatius Hosiana
I
Loved to dare
so
I Dared to love
 Jan 2017 Mistry
Ignatius Hosiana
It's so hard for me to forgive lies...
They caused the winter in my soul...
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