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Im feelin low today
Not bound nor locked away

I just feel confused in my head
I just feel the urge to make you pay

Why must it be this way?
Why is it me to blame?

I like my life insane
Does it make me not okay?

When i feel this pain
I wrap myself within my brain
This place inside my mind
Where i like to hide
Where you become blind

Where i offer a sacrifice
Where i feel the peace
Where theres no need to bleed

Been bleeding way too long
I wanna show them your love
Leaving you seems so strange
I hate how the times change
Can you see into my soul?
Just show me where to go

Soon i ll be gone
These feelings will be gone...

Words Of Harfouchism
It might not make sense to you..
His innocent eyes full of questions
looking my face, shaking his voice
Worried about the future and fare of losing
Asked me a question
You are cold as a rain and
I am hot as a sun
Can we be happy together?

I hold his hand, making him secure
Looking at outside
Making him smile
See its raining and sun is shining
Together they make beautiful rainbow
And believe me dear its perfect

I close my eyes, He Kissed my lips
We are together and its perfect
:)
 Sep 2014 Elizabeth Fruin
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Hollow
 Sep 2014 Elizabeth Fruin
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Cold and beaten up
with a black eye
Bruises cover my entire body
as I watch time fly
He hit me again
with that dreaded belt
Tied me to a chair
and watched my insides melt
Red, pink and purple bruises
on my pale skin
He never gets enough
He is hollow from within.
If only, you could understand my love
We would have loved a million times
If only, you could understand my love
We would have hugged a billion times
If only, you could understand my love
We would have fought a thousand times
If only, you could understand my love
We would have celebrated all the time
If only, you could understand my love
We would not have wasted this precious time
It’s been 8 years
I am still waiting, hoping, dreaming
If only, you could understand…
 Sep 2014 Elizabeth Fruin
Jack
My poetry *****



I’m so tired of writing

My fingers are sore

My poetry *****

I’m becoming a bore



Sticking a verse

In front of your face

Oozing with love

All over the place



Creamsicle colors

Metaphors thick

Wasting your time

Making you sick



Finding a title

Spending the time

Just like this poem

Something to rhyme



Or it could be free-verse…

Drifting on metallic clouds in copper spoons

dreaming in patterns of silhouette shadows

and my foot falls asleep



Maybe a Senryu



Read at your own risk

Dumb crap being written here

***** bags needed



Perhaps a Haiku



Softly floats the bird

Atop morning glory skies

**** thing **** on me



Or a Tanka, a Sonnet

A Villanelle or an Assterring

The last one is nothing

I made up the **** thing



So you see I’m no poet

Least not anymore

For what you are seeing

Is what you abhor



And I’m not complaining

Not here on this screen

My pen is on empty

I’m ready to leave



I’m so tired of writing

My fingers are sore

My poetry *****

I’m becoming a bore
 Sep 2014 Elizabeth Fruin
Twinkle
Joe Cole's Challenge I wanted to take
Pen my thoughts on paper to share
The first of its kind for me
To share my life story in a poetry

My life's story I am and going to tell
To share a piece of my heart just as well

So I sit down thinking, what I could share?
The memories come back my soul to bare

It's been a long time since I connected
Reached behind those walls
which have my heart protected
I bury deep and I can see
I've made peace with my
past so I can feel (nothing)

Those long moments buried in memories
Where a little girl embarked on her life journey.

A difficult child she was proclaimed
Oft would break her parents to tame
Rebellious and free she wanted to break free
Find out the reasons to all her queries

Answers were not that forthcoming
Sheltered a life she lived, was her feeling
But evil had other plans,
for as soon as she set foot on alien shores
All the monsters came tumbling out of closed doors.

Life wreaked in havoc
Betrayed by friends
Poor judgement and bad decisions
Made her profane
The vicious vortex kept her in spin
Salvation looked like a distant dream

Anger at the world made her lash out
Though she was successful, inside she was a doubt
If I keep my exterior a fake
I can survive longer than it takes.
She kept her life a make believe
She had no friends her heart to relieve.

She looked for love in wrong places
Broke her heart on few of the *****
Yet not a single of those lads
Took courage to love her a tad
Her heart felt the ache and longing
Wanted to understand why it was failing

Till one fine day, down in the dumps
she called out in despair
Begged on heaven gates for her soul to repair
Save her from the vortex that would drown
Stop the angry world on her to frown

Christ's redeeming light came to her aid
Broke the ******* and her sins forever bade
That day she turned to her Christ her light
Only He could be her heart's delight.
All wrong relationships fickle in her sight
She bid darkness forever goodnight

Now her life is just a day to day story
Through her love and pain give Christ glory
The demons and monsters keep surfacing from time to time
But for her Christ's light will always shine.

Give hope to those in despair and pain
Heaven's dearest treasures to gain
Share Christ's love and unyielding hope
Be grateful for all she has and more.

Treasure every relationship in Christ profound
He alone blesses, His graces abound
Though I make mistakes I'll try not to loose sight
Know what is wrong and from evil take flight

While on this earth I'll tarry so long
Yearning to sing my heavenly song.
When my time is up I'll fly to HIM
Free at last His perpetual praises to sing!
The story of my life, being saved by Jesus through Faith.  I am a Catholic, but never understood this till I made Jesus my personal Lord and Saviour.

This is the 1st time I thought of taking Joe Cole's challenge.  For me it is not a challenge but an opportunity to witness to Christ's redemptive love and saving grace.  Please give me your feedback on how I fared.
if these walls speak,
they will tell of silent tears,
cried when you are at work
the heart-rending pain of a cheating partner
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