Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
I woke up today
I can't say much of the people I slept with yesterday
Some woke with problems, while most passed away
But he gave me the grace to stay another day
I'm filled with joyful songs and words to say
Because through thick and thin he paved my way
Even though I was unworthy, he still chose to stay
I was pulled by the world and led astray
I realised this and dropped on my knees to pray
Father Lord, here I am do not drive me away
I have sinned and I know I've got my price to pay
I need your blood to cleanse me and wash this sins away
In only you I will trust for you do not betray
And in your cosy ***** i'll love to lay.

I know that Jesus 'still alive I can feel him breathing
So all I just gotta do is pray and keep believing
There are times I drown in thoughts

Depression taps my shoulders

The blade tempts me

Before, I questioned why people cut their own skin

I wonder how they could have done that

Then as time passes by, I now realize how it feels like

Never being enough

Feeling worthless while the weight of the world drags you down

Every day questioning your existence until the break of dawn

Tired crying eyes that never run out of water

Thinking of it is easy but doing it is another thing

Maybe I'm not that selfish
Maybe I'm not that desperate
Maybe because I still have hope
And maybe because I fear what may happen— that it would be something worse than the pain right now

*I guess I'm not that brave
I used to think
The world was my canvas
I would paint upon
And speak my thoughts
That I ponder on
A World of love
I would write them unto my mind

That would hear my words
So I try and try
But to no avail
Our hearts are ripped
From day to day

We paint
We write
We love
We pray
In this world of canvas

Among all the meaningless time
In the end they are all the same
All the feelings that flows through our
Veins
As we discover life of the arts
In various ways
In the world of canvas...

Debbie Brooks 2014 -
I
I
I got lost
lost in your sweet words
my mind and heart cannot take

I fell
fell in love with your heart and soul
too deeply that i cannot move on

I hoped
hoped that you'll see
that i'll be right here

I longed
longed for you to love me back
and say that you'll be here

But i failed
failed to make you stay
and make you mine
a poem for you.
It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.
there is a growing storm
brewing on the inside
every day it rages away
it's getting harder to hide

this storm takes place
in all of my thoughts
brings with it confusion
sinister schemes and plots

how can i support myself
with all this heavy rain
building up on the inside
and messing with my brain

when it all gets too much for me
all this gloom and doubt
i can tip my head forward
and some rain starts to leak out
September 24, 2014
Thirty-three

inspired by shel silverstien
Next page