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God
Has yet to
Teach me
His words
Or whether they be true
God as a child was
Not real
But I grew to need him
While alone in this cruel life
Yet he has not spoken to me
Only answered
Prayer after prayer
And for that I am thankful
But how am I to know
The kind of life he wants me to lead
If he does not allow
My soul to believe
The possible lies of his disciples
How am I suppose to make sure
I'm on the right track
When I already feel as though
I'm falling off before it begins.
 Jan 2013 Faith Maxine
Ugo
The unorthodox are the true prophets
for their ways are those of the future,
so in the now, most kings get their head cut off.

But as death is the greatest prophet,
for it never fails to come true,
their martyrdom proves their ways truer than the footsteps of their fathers,
so in the face of adversities;
never be afraid to be a lonely Jesus on the Cross.
“Most young kings get their head cut off”—Jean-Michel Basquiat
I've got nothing left to say, all the sleepless nights together, 
The moments lived like it was forever
all of it has gone to waste 
but let me tell you this it's not the being speechless part that hurts the most,
it's the fact that all we have left is the silence between what should've been and what could've been
You've got alot to say for the one that got away
Beautiful life
Is not appreciated
By those who live it

Abundant freedom
Is overrated
By those who’ve always had it

Reigning Peace
Is overlooked
By those who wage a war to keep it intact

True Love
Is degraded
By cheaters and liars

But those who suffer through the horrors of the world
Cherish every small beautiful moment
Thinking that such incidents are scarce

Those who don’t have a say in the outcome of their live
Yearn to be released from their chains
While, others conformed but unhappy
Fail to know the full meaning of freedom

Those who live in oppression and fear
Wish it could be over, but some have never felt peace

Those who need someone to love them
Are left alone, trying not to give up the fight
But they just can’t seem to love themselves

Beautiful life
Beautiful life
Let them have a beautiful life.
Matters of love, you’ve reaped into me
Dynamics of knowledge, richness and profoundness
Bringing age to my heart

Knowing love and knowing brutal pain
More real, more powerful, more beautiful
Gifted consciousness filling missing part of potential
Crumbling down our incompleteness

Loving you more than consciousness of my thoughts will allow
More than the passion of my intensity
To be a model of human brilliance
Manifests within the existence of my being

I am a furnace
You are the only flame
Sparking this wild fire

I am a candle, inanimate,
You are the flicker that gives it life, light, soul

I'm am intrinsic potential waiting to be actualized
You are the catalyst of life breathing momentum into me
Through your existence

A flower, a beacon, weapon to my oppression and pain
Appropriation of your love, impossibility in my life

Immaculate potion to my sorrow
Like a wild flower
Withstanding thunder, hurricanes, and rain

An atom from another dimension
Your pulse travels through my heart and my soul

As dangerous as ore
You are the purest form
Deep underneath farther than I can explore
You are the most beautiful creation

You are the end to my means
Unconceivable new reality to my rebellion

The revolution I await
In the deepest part of my existence
Knowing it might never be

Key to my chains
Chant to my muted voice

You are the embodiment and the soul of my freedom
Always escaping from me
January 18, 2013
If the echoes in my head subside

When the train finally halts
And I look all around
Wonder if you will be there
Will my heart still yearn for you

My mind flying high in your sky
Will it ever stop
When it finally descends
Moving forward, but moving on?

Can we derail, decelerate the pace of a loving heart
Some weaker, semblance of fuel, my engine's funneling
Will I ever fly the same without your gravitational pull

When the train finally halts
And I look all around
Wonder if you will be there
Will my heart sill call your name

Dirt and debris hitting the surface
You were the cleanse keeping **** out
Will anyone else give me your wonderful phrases

Keeping me lighter like I would amount
Healing my wings, always keeping them fearless
I never knew I needed you to fly
Now I wonder if my heart can start
When your no longer there

Keeping my engine safe and strong for war
The new ware of my flight
Will it ever resemble the speed or freedom your sky gave
When I'm no longer holstered up by the tracks of your love
Will your traces really fade away

When the train finally halts
And I look all around
Wonder if you will be there
Will my hearts still holler your name

Will it hold on in vain
Even if I'm in my grave
Will it move on, see you, and manage
Knowing our love could be gone
August 24, 2012
Looking up to you
I was a tiny light
Choosing to show you
How bright I could shine

Every spark through the laughter
Every tear through the pain
I shared with you
Not knowing you could change me

Like two pebbles in a stream
We never meant to
But we flowed through together
Two friends arm in arm

Not afraid of where
Our paths would take us
Your love like a compass
Keeping me confident

And if we go through war
If my memory somehow fails
If we get lost, and you perish without me knowing
I'll be consoled knowing in my life
You have helped me grow

Looking up to you
I was a tiny light
Choosing to show you
How bright I could shine

You held me up, eye to eye
"Don't shy away from who you are"
In his eyes, I was who I was meant to be
Relying on my strength to be alright

Could you ever imagine
The ways our lives would change
How large were the ripples you made
Encouraging someone like me to be bold

Looking up to you
I was a tiny light
Choosing to show you
How bright I could shine
December 15, 2012
Expectations
Dangled.  
Overhead.
Just out of grasp.
So you reach.
Stretch.
Squirm.
Climb.
As hard.
As long.
As you possibly can.
And sometimes, you grasp it.
And sometimes, you don’t.
December 2013
You see the thing is
I don't wanna spend everynight remeniscing about the way you used to look into my eyes,
regretting every single moment we had under the shining stars
and tearing myself apart for a memory that strayed in the dark.
Your laugh that brings endless joy to every bit of my broken soul,
that smile that drives my wrecked heart insanely wild
and the way you stare right through my heart seeing it beat right out of my chest, beating with love
Your love,
Our love,
The love we've never shared but somehow had,
Never expressed but felt every time you mistakenly touch my hand.
Ever since I was young, you always told me no.
Every time I cried, you always held me close.
When I was sick you always gave me a dose
Of your loving, something that I would never let go
My essential Queen, Nurturing nectar like a honey bee
Skies above, higher than anyone can see
Is your loving, something so pure and so sweet
Your radiant skin, it matches mine, your all I wanted to be
So powerful and so loving, yeah that gonna be me
If life you showed me things that can never been seen
Good morals, stay humble is what you embedded in me
You are my life, my joy, and my every thing
Mama, you are my Queen.
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