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 Jun 2019 Di Major
DG
Life is God throwing me
a surprise birthday party,
being a terrible host,
and forcing me to come.

Life is a party,
people go and come.
But you're dancing with a stranger,
so you can never find the One.

Life has an after party,
with twice the anxiety
But they say it's called 'Heaven' for me,
and 'Hell' for some?
I wouldn't want to go to the after party of Heaven if the good people I've met in the party of life are going to the after party of Hell.
 Jun 2019 Di Major
blackbiird
You've stripped me bare ,
exposed my weaknesses,
and torn my mask.
now all i can do
is bow down in humility
because You've positioned
me at the Cherith brook
to speak to me.

and
i've never been more grateful
to be bare with You.
I'm at a session in my life where God has led me alone to the brook where he wants to speak to me and restore all the broken things and use them for his glory. I am learning to be content as I grow closer to the Lord. I wrote this poem to express my gratitude to God for saving me and bringing me back to life piece by piece. I hope this encourages those that are hurting.
 Jun 2019 Di Major
Mythical
Small things are beautiful,
The little suggestions,
The actions they play in life,
Can mean so much.
 Jun 2019 Di Major
Jay M
Always
 Jun 2019 Di Major
Jay M
Push me
Slap me
Kick me
Throw me out
Punch me
Scratch me
Beat me
Stone me
Hang me
Frame me
Torture me
Make me bleed
**** me
But still
I will always
Always
Love you...

No matter the pain
You put me through
For some reason
I won't stop
Loving you
Defending you
With all my might
With every fiber
Of my being
I will fight for you
Until I am so broken
I know not a single reason
But to fight

Even so
Is this good?
Am I still me?
Or am I a machine?
For I have no feelings
I am numb
Only wanting to stay
And fight
For the ones close to me
Yet I feel nothing
But boundless pain...

So tell me;
What is my fate?

- Jay M
June 9th, 2019
 Jun 2019 Di Major
Chris
Congrats
 Jun 2019 Di Major
Chris
"You won" he said.
as he slapped a label on my back
Your story's been read
then he left me with the pack

I guess I won
the prize is shame;
a forgotten name,
a lifetime of pain.

At least something's been gained
another award put in the stash
My medallion of empty gold
to help soften my headfirst crash
I had wrote the first 4 lines for this one about 5 months before publishing it because I didn't know where to go and gave up on it. Enjoy.
 Jun 2019 Di Major
blackbiird
I'm done with love.

I always seem to get burned

for loving the most.
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