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 Jul 2015 Yanamari
Mr X
Light
 Jul 2015 Yanamari
Mr X
God is like the image of
The back of our eyelids.

Its always there
In front of the eyes,

But we cannot see it,
Due to the absence of light.
Bring light into your life and see what happens.
 Jul 2015 Yanamari
Lovey
Your wrong
 Jul 2015 Yanamari
Lovey
Help me.
I am failing.
I am being torn.
I am hiding so much behind smiles.
I am hurt.
But hiding this hurt with a smile.
Stress is tearing me down.
I'm fine right?
I should be.
Whats wrong for me to be so depressed?
But then i figured out.
Its so much stress.
I have to be perfect.
Or I get my dreams crushed.
I hate this.
I am not perfect.
So why do certain people try to make me this perfect college material thing.
I will be the first in my entire history of family to be successful.
I will be the first to not be a failure.
My mother told me when i was 11 years old of age i'd never be a musician.
She told me i'd be terrible.
She told me i'd fail.
4 years later.
I proved her wrong.
Ive become the one thing she said i'd never become.
I became to be the most successful out of everyone in my family.
I am the one now with the name thats recognizable.
I have simply proven every person wrong.
That have told me i cant do anything.
Now they say i wont ever be happy again.
I'll simply prove you wrong once again.
Just watch me.
~~~<¤>~~~

the river is wide, child
the river runs deep
don't you fret, no
don't you weep

the river is wide, child
the river is wide
but your promise 's
on the other side

~~~

don't be afraid
the current 's slow
and you can meander
with the flow

take your time
there is no rush
hear the water
hear the hush

~ chorus ~

see the world, child
from your boat
watch the others
as they float

see the redness
of the waves
dip your hand
the water saves

~ chorus ~

smell the richness
in your craft
be it a yacht
or be it a raft

the water is sweet, yes
the water is free
it stretches far
as you can see

~~~

the river is wide, child
the river runs deep
pray the Lord
your soul to keep

the river is wide, child
the river is wide
but everyone goes
to the other side


soulsurvivor
(C) 7/13/2015
spiritual lullaby

dedicated to Pradip

~~~<¤>~~~
i'm at the edge
and it is impossible for me
to give space to you
because if i do
i may fall

broken*

©IGMS
 Jul 2015 Yanamari
Got Guanxi
Nobody** keeps their promises.

Nobody cares about you.

Nobody will help the poor.

Nobody tells the truth.

Whether true or not,
we can't make change without a voice.
Democracy is beautiful in the right hands.

Please register to vote today.
https://www.gov.uk/register-to-vote?utm_source=bite-the-ballot&utm;_medium=social&utm;_term=English&utm;_content=0&utm;_campaign=bite-the-ballot-social
 Jul 2015 Yanamari
Angie Acuña
I hate that it took me 17 years to find you.
I hate that you were 14 when I did.
I hate that I'll have to leave you in a months time.
I hate all the stupid things we never did.

I hate all the love poems I've written so far.
I hate that they're not about you.
I hate that I can go an entire day and not see your face.
I hate that that's not true.

I hate lying awake at night.
I hate being alone.
I hate being without you.
I hate all the time I spend just staring at my phone.

I hate looking at you and seeing sadness in your eyes.
I hate your great taste in TV shows.
I hate that Firefly made me cry.
I hate that some people can't see how great you are, oh the good Lord(e) knows.

I hate it when you're not with me.
I hate not having you near.
I hate that your laces are almost always untied.
I hate that some days I'll have to settle for staring at a bracelet because you're not here.

I hate it when things rhyme.
I hate that your Snow melted away.
I hate all the pain it caused you.
I hate that this is all too cliche.

I hate how lonely my hands feel when you don't hold them.
I hate it when you frown.
But I know one thing for sure,
this I've got down;

I don't hate how much I love you,
the way you've turned my world upside down.
I sat myself down on my bed with the intentions of writing you a beautiful love poem, but then I realized how many there were out there so I don't think I'll do that just yet. Instead, I'll write you a hate poem.
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