Sometimes,

Runny mascara is needed
To clean off your face
Define your own tears
And they'll never go to waste

Sometimes , we are place in the darkest hours.
To reveal the Light that dwells within us now.
To those that has become lost along the way.
Sometimes , feeling weary, beaten, and bruise.
Here yet not even realizing the truth of the matter.
That we are still standing strong by his power.
Sometimes, we have to take an punch here on earth.
So that the lost shall see how Powerful God is.
Sometimes, we have to get down and ***** here.
So that God can reveal himself to the people around us.

You allowed me to walk
Into your resolute gaze,
Woman,
I had witnessed
The opening of my prison

I'm reminded of when
The Earth was still young
Just rolling in the wind,
Like the way this short poem
Spells out the day we began

the hype about poems is big
yet it ends in a jiffy
the next text will rise
the next text will fail

4.600 people read a love poem of mine
serious topics are being ignored
i try not to be bored
but it's quite difficult

you feel me?

Death is like you,
silent, cold, and
doesn’t love me back

If you are death
then I long to be dead