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 Sep 2017
G Rog Rogers
-Lyrix (BluJazz)

Dial the number
and I'm hesitating
Hope she's gone
as it starts to ringing
"Oh, it's you I thought
you had left me"
No I didn't want to
leave you far behind

C'mon C'mon you say
love me but just
for a moment
C'mon C'mon you say
love me then
leave me alone

Lady C'mon
Lady think back

Lady think back
to where we were
Lady think back
Lady C'mon
Lady think back
on our love

Overall it was
a celebration
though we had
our share of pain
Now I'm gone
and you say you
feel different
Don't you know
that I'm still the same

Walk away 'cause
I know that it's over
Walking on 'cause
I know she's gone
Thinking back on all
the times we
spent together
Thinking I'll be
walking on alone

C'mon C'mon
you say love me
but just for a moment
C'mon C'mon
you say love me
then leave me alone

Lady C'mon
Lady think back

Lady think back
on our love

-R.

(80)
-LA
©2017
 Sep 2017
SøułSurvivør
Hello my friends
What do you love?
Crave? Adore?
Put above
Every motive
Every act...
You are hooked
And that's a fact!

Albert Adler wrote of this
What's YOUR bag?
What's your bliss?

POWER
ACCEPTANCE
COMFORT
CONTROL


You have a master... play a role.

If power is your greatest joy
You love your money.
Love your toys,
Then be ye girl
Or be ye boy,
You'll find that what
you most enjoy
Has the power
to DESTROY!

If acceptance is
What drives your ink,
You're all about
What people think,
You give ALL
(including kitchen sink)
If a bad comment
Makes you drink...

You may need to
Change your link!


Here's a thought
May hit the bone
Take you out o' your
"comfort zone"
You are out here all alone
'Til you believe
That Christ atoned!

Want to hold on to your fate?
Have a fear that won't abate?
It's not yet over... not too late!
You can achieve a blissful state!

This IS the TRUTH
Which I have found.
And, folks, I searched
ALL AROUND!
Until my feet hit Holy Ground
Now the GOSPEL
Is what I pound...

AND DON'T IT MAKE
A LOVELY SOUND!


You are all engaged
In a powerful thing.
It is WORSHIP!
How do YOU sing?

What you do is your own style.
But if it's your master,
Can you smile?

I'm profoundly glad

That mine's WORTHWHILE!

I move slow, sometimes plod,
Most people find me very odd
But the One I most applaud

Is a kind and loving

GOD
.



SøułSurvivør
(C) 9/4/2017
I've been taking a "God vacation". Filling my spiritual gas tank, so to speak. My go-cart was sputtering badly! I was worshiping at the feet of the "people's acceptance idol". I needed to sever ties with ALL social media. I feel stronger than I've felt in some time.  My problems are still alive and well. But I'm dealing with them like they're a blessing sent from heaven to make me stronger. And I'm OVERCOMING! I'm partnering with Jesus Christ for the outcomes! It's WORKING!

Since I've been worshiping God alone He has enabled me to:

1) Quit smoking - WITHOUT WITHDRAWALS!

2) Quit eating sugar - NO WITHDRAWALS!

3) Embark on a body-cleanse. No meat. Only green leafy vegetables and a soup called "Bealer Broth". Later I will introduce fruits. But I want to get RID of Candida overgrowth. I suggest you ALL look this up. It is a stone KILLER!

Thanks for understanding why I haven't been on site. I really appreciate your support. But I can't let it CONTROL ME. GOD IS THE ONLY ONE WHO'S QUALIFIED TO DO THAT.

It's 1:00am & I've had a long day...
I'll talk to you tomorrow...

♡♡ YOU ARE IN MY PRAYERS! ♡♡
 Sep 2017
traumamind
destroy me, push me down, hurt me

kick me, kick me until i go numb

make me cry with your words, don't show mercy, lash at me

hit me straight on my face, hit again on the other cheek, hit so hard that my brains tremble

tell me how useless i am, tell me how stupid i am, tell me how much more insignificant i am

don't let me sleep, don't let me be, don't let me do anything

**** me slowly with your cruelty, torture the life out of me with your abuse

comment on everything i do and all my faults and get mad at me every time i do something wrong

always remind me of who i am and what my place is, but don't remember my identity, instead shred it into bits and throw it away, so that i will be nothing but your toy

make hearing my name only a reminder that i'll never hear it the same way again

make my name a symbol for a blind dog that is beaten even after it stops whimpering

don't warn me, punish me straightaway, do whatever you want to me without asking

tie me to the wall with chains and make me perform tricks like a dog

because i am your pet
 Sep 2017
Marisa Lu Makil
I miss the way things used to be
I miss the way we were
I miss the love I felt all day
And how I felt so sure

I miss the way we'd fellowship
Sing and talk late at night
I miss the way we were together
Fighting the good fight

I miss the laughter that we shared
And all the bitter tears
And how it felt that all that stuff
Would last for years and years

I miss all of the time we spent
Learning more and more
Of nooks and crannies we had found
In our hearts and souls

I hope we come again one day
To where we used to be
Where we can talk and sing again
Of where we long to see.
 Aug 2017
Seema
If you fall, in love with me
You would surly regret
In the storm of my state
You would drown and forget

I live near the city of grief
Dwelling with my own sorrows
Why should I dream of...
What I would regret tomorrow

Why should you be in distress
For my world is abandoned
Your lifes journey should be easy
Tho, I'd be a bit saddened

What am I? But a broken soul
There'll come many in your way
To take you in their dreamlands
So why do you ask me everyday,

......if I love you?

©sim
 Jul 2017
Mary-Rose H
So many words
unsaid,
trapped under the
ironclad guard on
my mouth,
all labelled with your
precious name.
Words- which flow
as easily as a
bubbling brook
into each other, to
make confessions
so teeming
with love that I have
no doubt
they would take your
breath away.
Confessions- which I
don't regret not professing,
but rather
regret being unable
to utter.
Because however
deeply attached I am to you,
and however
much you
surprise me
by genuinely
so caring
for me as well,
there will,
even if we were
by some
miracle
granted
d    e    c    a    d    e    s
of every day together,
always be that
one key
element missing;
the one that would
unlock
the cell
imprisoning
these words.
Everything I consider saying out loud feels either like too much or too little, so I just stay silent.
 Jul 2017
James M Vines
Take the pieces of who I am or what I was. Then dissect each and every one. Look through my soul and find my emotions. Pull on my heart strings until they fray. Look at my memories and go through them with a fine tooth comb. This is how I feel since your leaving is pulling me apart.
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