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 Oct 2014
SøułSurvivør
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mud
primeval
oozing
inside
mouths
spit out the
hard part of the
life the first time you
open your lips to be
source
of
screams
to bring voice to
the world in mortal
agony                   agony
from a                   voice in
distress                      distress
that's                     coming
from.               a great
rib of fears fears
so deap thy are
unutterable



soulsurvivor
I feel like I'm in a dream
State from lack of sleep
Sometimes I write
My best in this place
 Oct 2014
Mike Hauser
If ever there was a moment I was silent
The rocks and the trees they would cry out
Let your love reign down
Let your love reign down

With every single heart beat
The very breath that I breath
Let your love reign down
Let your love reign down

Lord, let my hiding place
Be in the promises you've made
Let your love reign down
Let your love reign down

With all the hope I hold to
Let all my hope be in you
Let your love reign down
Let your love reign down

Let everything that I do
Be ever pleasing to you
Let your love reign down
Let your love reign down

That I may lift you up...
 Oct 2014
Abdullah Ayyash
Rain drops and cold wind
Cold wind that never stopped
Cold body to warmth in need
Dark fell, when light is red

Love is lost, to hope has begged
To head my heart to home I loved
Home ahead? What is home?
It’s a word, to brain has fed

Home to live? I just know!
It's a life, I could’ve lived
Now it’s not how I remember
Now it’s dark, now it’s wrecked

It has doors can’t be open
It had charm now it’s missed
It had soul but it’s broken
This can’t be the home I loved

October 20th, 2010
 Oct 2014
The Messiah Complex
You & I,
are a lullaby

We're the deafening *silence

just after the crash
we are moments of happiness
that never last

We're a riddle
that has no answer
we are both the cure
and the cancer

We've read this book
a thousand times, and in our hearts
we both know this fairytale
can never have a happy ending
I wish it did.....
 Oct 2014
Amitav Radiance
Started walking along the path
Where life was leading me
Towards a destination chosen
Not chosen by me
But was willingly following
To a predefined destination
Then I came along a bench
Weary I was travelling
The bench gave me respite
From the grueling march
I inspected the torn soles
As the pebbles were hurting my feet
Bleeding profusely
I thanked the bench
Where I could now rest for the night
Lying on my back
I connected the dots on the night canopy
Slumber took over
Dreams of a new road, I could see
Sleeping off the weariness
I woke up to a new day
The bench which taught me to wait
Another destination chosen by me
Clouds have cleared away
I knew the path to walk along
I was a traveler with purpose
My destination, waiting for me
My finance is getting no better
Fast is thinning my purse
My pocket is now a deep crater
Where money is growing sparse!

Spending what came was my craze
Bucks pouring in didn’t stay
Blissfully forgot the adage
Keep aside for rainy day!

I spent my earn on what not
Bought everything catching eye
Possessed by the only thought
Should spend last penny fore I die!

It had gone like this for years
I went on a spending spree
Till one fine morn in tears
Bade me goodbye the last penny!

Now in old age and low spirit
With money dimming too faint
I can no more be a spendthrift
With my purse’s meager remnant!

Laments soul my unheard muse
If only you had paid me heed
Put all those money to better use
And not just cared for own need!
 Oct 2014
Musfiq us shaleheen
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A golden past dematerialized within a shadow light
As a full boat of time toted time to a black hole
A shadow canvas of heart has retorted the reality,
Of those darkest stripes of sky-

Your inspiration has created dynamic dream
As like as a kite swings on air
As my springtime I ran with grasshoppers to and fro
An Amour of aroma flowed from flower to flower

A Jerry-rigged time streams as murmur of river
As a gray fade pained pale sky-
Run away together with my past, present and future
Sometimes my child has reacted reverse what I have wished

I float a boat on sea when she is far from me
My mind has grown shrink as my body bended already
Someone has vamoosed toward the horizon within a shadow fog,
A dry but misty memory -
Though faded but has dreamed me again and again -
///
@Musfiq us shaleheen
when memories flow through mind has grown  so many mystical imagery and again it has created so many dreams
 Oct 2014
SøułSurvivør
~~~@~~~

i break
my chrysalid womb
into a realm
without
protection

my wings
are wet and stunted
cyan jewels lie dew'd
tourmaline
clusters upon the
veins

i'm only beginning
to learn the
nature of flight

i'm at my
most vulnerable
please
protect me
but don't assist me
in my struggle
to break

FREE

~~~@~~~

it took me
disolving time to
emerge
from my own
beautiful
amorphous mess
while I drew
my imaginal discs

i dreamt
of flowers
and their
everlasting
bursting colors

the
celestial skies
and soft
empowering
spring
breeze


~~~@~~~

as i push apart
my place of
safety and security
i find the life
pumping
into my
wingspan

the colors of the
world
entrance me
i am no longer
dreaming
as i drink in
my natural
but still
foreign
home

~~~@~~~

riveting pain
with each
s p r e a d
of these
newly acquiesced
defenseless
delicate
appendiges
this
m e t a m o r p h a s i s
has just begun

my
j o u r n e y
to self discovery
paved with
wrestling and scuffling
everlasting
flight
and
wondering


~~~@~~~

for it is in the
p a I n
we find
g r o w t h

and in the
s t r u g g l e
against
the
safe and secure
that we
at last
find

F R E E D O M

~~~@~~~

dajena m
soulsurvivor
(c) october 10, 2014
There is a story of
A man who saw a
Butterfly struggling
To free itself from the
Confiness of it's
Christalis
He assisted it by
Partially breaking
The leaf like sheath
Later upon
Returning
To the site he found
The butterfly
Dead on the ground

They need the struggle
To push their blood
Into their wings
To live


It has been a great pleasure
Working with
Dajena M
To say the least!

She is a marvel!
 Oct 2014
Rupal
Many masks
Many names,
Misinterpreted
Misunderstood
By choice...

Mask over mask
Bereft of skin
Dare not reveal
What is underneath...

Masquerade
the only way
I dare
I live...

Rawness, nakedness
Unplastered walls.
Debris, wreckage,
where's my mask

Who are you,
who makes me wonder,
who makes me ponder.
Something I never asked before...

**Who am I
 Oct 2014
Christine Bonneau
Words like knifes that cut me deep,
I'm the promise you couldn't keep,

You never treat me like you should,
but when they ask i'll say "we're good"

Took the plunge & jumped right in,
I loved you through thick and thin,

I didn't notice your cold feet,
Congratulations you've got me beat,

Sweet nothings run through my soul,
But loving me was not your goal.
 Oct 2014
XX
I feel like I'm the bag at the end of a rope you drag behind you to and fro, it tears and breaks but you won't let it go.
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