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 Jun 2015
Brian Payamps
Hands are such a unique feature in our bodies
I mean, hands let us feel what we can't see
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fingers, describe our feelings when we speak.
I mean just picture how my hands move in my poetry
Hands  God's greatest creation on us.
Hands are for love
when one has fallen we reach out hoping
to grab on to someones... hands..
have their own counter parts
because when we hold hands is funny how each one my fingers fit perfectly in the gaps of yours.
These are our hands
Hands used for love
but not all hands are the same
some are used for hate
a set of clenched fingers turn your hands into a fist
a fist which is use to strike in violence or self defense
but those clenched fingers that are laid upon a woman are those of a coward.
Hands are not just for feeling they are for more
they are your identity
from every ashed knuckle to every cut
Hands have a story for us

look your hands and tell the story it tells
 Jun 2015
Ignatius Hosiana
WAR
Is out there on our own lovely streets
In the souls of those the world mistreats
In the roughing waves threatening to wash us all
In the despondence of the **** victim's unanswered call
It's that long journey without a clear destination
It's the desperate cries in the broken heart of every nation
The heartbreak caused with no intention
It's the one without an answer,I mean the question
War is that desperate pregnant teenager attempting abortion
It's the *** slave in a foreign country up for auction
It's the slum child fighting with the bursting river banks
It's in the mind of the soldiers riding tanks
Doing what they can to rise up the ranks
And evade taking more innocent lives in mega chunks
It's the hopeless immigrants drowning on the mediteranean
It's the nuclear threatened Iraqees and Iranians
It's a *** hole forcing the driver to swerve and lose control
It's the tears of the fishermen catching nothing for days in their trawl
It's the worries in that littl'un fearing darkness
The priest's daily prayer,battling temptation, human weakness
War is another name for the famine eating the tribes in the arid north
It's the thought of a refugee mother whose child's got stunted growth
It isn't the opposite but the total absence of peace
It's a robber who loots everything, including bliss
It's a nightmare to the leader stuck in a seat
And the zealous opposition unaware of his inner heat
It's a hustle by the team which can't admit defeat
It's the struggle of an accident victim trying to regain his feet
It's in the believer's hope to see Jesus return tomorrow
Right before the entire globe sinks in ****** sorrow
It's the worries of a father who's spent his entire adult life unemployed
The uncertainty for a recruit in a war zone,just deployed
War is the puzzled gambler pondering suicide when he loses the little he borrows
It's the pastor wondering wether or not to dive in and save the drowning morals
War is that person perturbed, wondering why the hell he was created
War is all the choices you made and regretted
War is a three letter word,with a long meaning
Which some say is the only reason the globe is spinning
All are at War Them who are in Struggle
But there's no struggle that can't be overcome
Dedicated to all victims of War and struggle, happy to say I'm one of you
 Jun 2015
DC raw love
If you say it will be a great day, it will be a great day....
If you say it will be a bad day, it will be a bad day....
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If you say you will be rich, then you will be rich....
If you say you are poor, then you will be poor....
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If you say you are happy, you will be happy.....
If you say you are sad, you will be sad.....
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If you are a humble person, doors will open.....
If you are a selfish person, doors will close.....
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If you are stressed, try to shake it off......
Yes it is hard, (take B-12 daily)
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I can beat these thoughts to death,
so i will keep it short........
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Life is much shorter then most think....
What is important is to be grateful everyday...
Be thankful for life every day when you wake...
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If you can't understand this,
the your stuck in a hole, the rut of life.
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All I can suggest to one is to read
1 Corinthians: 13 "LOVE"
 Jun 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
~
.

Listen,
All this in preparation
Is only for his death

দেখুন,
তোমার প্রস্তুতির সবই
একমাত্র মৃত্যুর জন্য  

..
~~

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
তোমার প্রস্তুতির সবই একমাত্র মৃত্যুর জন্য
(English, Bengali)
 Jun 2015
karen dannette
The flame engulfs us into physical bliss
Energy so powerful it knocks me to the ground like a ragdoll.
With every thought and hope for you to be happy and content
Another lick of fire singes my heart and soul.

When things are going your way,
Your smile can melt a snowman
And your eyes magically draw me to you
Like a moth to a flame.

But when the wind is gusty,
Your heart grows cold and hardens
The ugliness of the ice freeze me away from you.
While my fire is burning out of control just wanting you.

This flame I speak of is our energy merging as one.
The ice and cold comes from distrust, suspicion and rage.
A fire that consumes every molecule of my oxygen
Pushing me farther and farther away, being burnt bit by bit.

My heart is shattered with emotions I didn’t realize were possible,
Yet you react aggressively, without care of the consequence of your action
I pray you will never endure the utter destruction of a spirit of love
But maybe, you can have a chance at your next possibility of true love.

Unfortunately, I was the best you will ever have.
My love for you was pure and true.
The pain will subside over time, I pray
Hope others reading have the strength to leave someone they love
to heal their hearts and love another who deserves it.
Today was so hard.  I can no longer justify staying with someone that can hurt me without thought of my feelings.
I feel pain everyday of one sort or another one.
But the pain here just builds me up to be stronger.
I would rather deal with this pain for a short while.
Then to have to deal with it throughout eternality.
But my Savior shall not give me more than I can handle.
But my heart cries out for those whom have to deal with.
The excruciating pain that drowns a person in torture.
They are the ones that feels that they have to drink it away.
They are the ones that the tears never ever leave their face.
At least with my , I hurt non stop but by Christ strength.
I haven't given up on life, like the others have done.
Thus since I can relate to them its my job to keep praying for them.
 May 2015
Nicole Dawn
I turned on the news today,
And realized
We live in a really ****** world

Four robberies
A ****
A ******

Oh hey look;
There's someone supporting cancer
Oh wait;
It's because their baby died

More robberies
A mugging
Child abuse

And I learned all this,
Before the first commercial break

This is what the news teaches kids:
We live in a really ****** world

Yet we wonder
*Why more kids are depressed
 May 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
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..
When the Beauty I See
In the Land and the Sea
Even the Flowers to be
But not like She

When the Love I See
Within the Flower and Bee
Even in my Heart to be
But not like She

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@Musfiq us shaleheen
 May 2015
Nicole Dawn
There was a time

When I couldn't climb a tree
Without thinking
Of how easy it would be to
"Slip"

When I couldn't cut potatoes
Without thinking
Of how easy it would be
To slit my wrists

When I couldn't take a swim
Without thinking
Of how easy it would be
To stop swimming

There was a time
When I couldn't live
Without thinking
Of how easy it would be
*To give up
Sorry this is sad
 May 2015
Nicole Dawn
If I fall,
I will just have to hope
That I land on the
Bounce houses
And loose feathers
From pillow fights
Of my childhood

Rather than the
Broken glass
And hard concrete
Of my future
No idea where this came from...... I don't even really like bounce houses :)
 May 2015
Nicole Dawn
I look at pictures
From years ago

Even then
I thought I was
Ugly

Yet when I see the pictures,
I see a beautiful stranger

I don't know who she is,
Except people say
She is me

But she looks so bright
Radiant
And happy

And she is beautiful

She looks innocent
Young
And lovely

Surely,
This girl is not me.

I was never that happy,
Or innocent
Or bright

Was I?

I compare the girl in the picture,
To the girl in the mirror.
How is it possible,
That these are both me?
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