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She always said I was dense,
but when she asked me
to get my tongue waxed,
told me she wanted to
**** two birds with one stone,
I was baffled.
Did I miss something,
I mean,
like what the hell?
A leaf, delicate and torn,
Wafts in the caul of autumn
Like a whisper in a blooming
Crowd and only the smoking
Sun knows the ***** of dreams.
Where in the whirled is wisdom,
As a breath so fairly as the fallen
Wakes without wake nor wonder?
Where in the fork of fawn, innocent
Fold, the gentle does, of the burning
Forest, is silence mute?  Where is a light,
In that hold, what rising colour is buried in
The frozen gleam of the golden and forgotten
Seam and swoon of sweet ephemeral summer?
Though I walk through the valley of Pain.
Christ is with me, for he is my strength.
I may suffer, but he will see me through.
For he bless me, comfort me and protect me.
I shall never be alone, for he is always at my side.
No harm shall befall me without his approval.
But when he does allow it, he will use it to help others.
Which in the end them and I shall be celebrating in Heaven .
For as long as we continue to follow him on this path.
We shall meet him at the finish line with everyone else.
 Aug 2014 purple orchid
Raven
Killing me with every word you say
throw knives in between my rib cage
While my heart is still in my throat
to nervous to speak
just letting my ears bleed
because they couldn't take anymore of your laughs and shallow sympathy
Couldn't you step into the deep end and look into the world, instead
of looking at yourself, smiling at the way you break me...could you give me a break?
These sharp words are making me weak
I hope you **** me now before I choke on this heart beat
Before I suffocate from reality
But I'm wasting my time, when in the end you're nothing more than a cold heart and a speck of dirt crawled up inside my veins, like a worm chewing through endless apples making sour holes into each spot that once was sweet.
Do I see flicker of a shine
being left without a choice
when I sing to her the first line
and she has to lend her voice.

Girl I needed to see your face
but you hid it for too long
denied me that one happiness
till I broke into a song.

From you I needed just one line
see once your parted lip
to make you girl all of mine
sink into your eyes deep.

Sing a line girl sing me one
promise I wouldn’t ask more
I would treasure it when you’re gone
hold one line in heart’s core.
In the silence of my study room,
I swear,
I could hear my future dying.

I can picture
the colour of my mother's amber eyes
lighting up in a fire
bright enough to burn alight the dark room of my mind.

The resounding echo of
my father's pride shattering
becomes the soundtrack of my
days; I swear I could not have known
that silence could be so devastating.

Well I swear I tried to swim
across my own disappointing sea;
Well I swear the tide
swallows me.
Lost is a word I abuse too much for myself.
 Aug 2014 purple orchid
L
You don't have to read what I write, dear friend.
Whether it be about religious beliefs or mental illness or physical love,
a poet writes about what they feel...
Sometimes, those writings can get very personal.
But who are you to tell a poet "No, you can't write about that"?

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Leigh
Idling away is inspiring
Mind wandering afar
Supine on the soft grass
Every tuft cradling me
Becoming a mediator
Between the sky and Earth
Earth holding me firm
Sky is the vast canvas of my dreams
Flying high with the winds
Watching the birds fly
Flapping their wings in coordination
Mediating my earthly dreams
With the celestial sphere
Cocooning my simple dreams
Idling away makes me happy
Mind cannot reason the reason of the heart
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