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Me
If I could hold a word,
I'd have quite a few in my palms.
The clamminess of my hands
would dissolve them,
And they might imprint themselves
deep into my skin.
I live with these words,
I live with these women,
I dwell with this strange
reptile that can't
seem to behave.
The grains of time
continue to sift through
me.
My head is strained.
I'm breaking my wrists over the
hopeful bend
of space,
And my fingers won't stop twiddling
And now I'm driving 90 down the freeway
screaming at myself and the road.
I have a rage inside of me that's barreling its ugly face
Straight into the jaw of some unlucky recipient.
And I envy everything now,
And you're going to wish
you had seized me
right as the flower
curls over,
and smoothes out in subtle death.
I try to understand
to make our world shine bright
don't push away in anger
lets keep tending the light

It hurts when you put me down
I'm already on the ground
I'm not the father of your son
I have always hoped to be one

When you belittle me
it sends fire into my veins
by eternal love we're bound
our heartbeats make one sound

I hate to see you sad
hate it when you make me mad
you are the reason life is beautiful
dont make me feel alone

all my hopes and dreams are you
and me forever
no one could come close
don't burn my heart like you burned the toast

when you try to rise above me
makes me wonder if you love me
we are on the same plain
my words are not in vain

your love has saved my life
soon i hope you'll be my wife
i would never leave you
i never would decieve you

My heart is fully open to you
please let me in and trust me
don't cry over pains not real
I truly love you
Thats how i pray you feel
God this poem is ****. Sorry Jenny.
You
My heart longs for you
My lips miss your taste
My soul aches for you

I gaze upon your face
I try not to stare
But your beauty entrances me

Your touch
Your laugh
Your eyes

I miss you
I want you

You will never be mine
in
your
face
hell
mongers
you sit in judgement
condemning the lost while
your wings conceal gluttony
envy, pr  ide and avar  ice like
sulfuric    eggs. You drop on    down
like             harpy eagles on           fish
just forget you
ever took on
the title of
'Christian'
because you
can rest assured
that Christ Jesus will


SoulSurvivor
2/7/2015
I'm sick and tired of "Christians"
who don't have compassion.
In the Bible it states
they are "clouds without water"
That says it all.

♥love covers a multitude of sins♥

~~♥~~
 Feb 2015 kanma Oduwegwu
torrey
What if all the pretty words
we wrote for other people,
We wrote for ourselves?
What if we romanticized about
our own flaws,
Instead of those who shouldn't be
romanticized at all?
What if we wrote our own love letters,
Filled with all our treasures?
Could you write of your own pleasures?
A love poem to yourself
All that you've seen,
All that you've felt
Your freckles, the crinkle by your eye
Your laugh when you're high
The way you sing in the car
All your dreams to somewhere far
Could you find the beauty,
In all the small things?
Do you even feel the orchids
growing within?
No more 'I'm sorry's'
No more sin
I know it's so hard to see,
All that's inside you.
*If only you knew
Orchids mean delicate beauty
I cried for days not knowing why sometimes.
I had to fake a smile for weeks.
I had to pretend I was fine for months.
And I had to live for years.

And guess what I'm still here.
Full stronger than ever.
Pshhh I guess I made it.

The cuts on my arms.
The ideas of suicide.
The feeling of being alone.
The fear I had to carry.
The anger I had to hide.
It was all hard but I guess I'm strong.
Cause guess what I made it.

Betrayed by the people who claimed to love you.
Abandoned by people who promised to always be there.
Lied to by people who told you to trust them,and u did.
Heartbroken by people who were supposed to love you.
Pshh all that but I still made it.

Yeah I never thought I would.
No ,
I didn't
Even  it I never imagined coming out so strong.
I now know more.
I now know how to really fight.
And I know between
Love and hate
Happiness and anger
Real and fake
I thought I did but I didn't but because of my experience I learned along the hard road....

Hey guess what I made it!!!
#hurt #movingon #madeit #proud #forget #forgive
 Feb 2015 kanma Oduwegwu
kaden
Your

                life

                             is

                                       A
  
                                            novel,

*now

­let

me

write

it.
 Feb 2015 kanma Oduwegwu
Ally
The pierce on his left earlobe wasn't something that anyone would just notice. After all it was purposely concealed by his brown locks. She asked him why he had it.

"It was a thing of the past." he said.

"Does it still hurts?"

"The bleeding had stopped. The wound was long gone. It took some time to heal. Still, there was a gaping hole that's left."

Somehow she knew that it wasn't just the piercing he was talking about.
for the one who was left.
 Feb 2015 kanma Oduwegwu
MKF
Waking up dead
With an empty head
Not a single thought
To be had
They're all out today.
I'm overwrought
And under thought
With pretty lies
My love is bought
And then thrown away.
I've got my disguise
I've got my lies
They're indiscernible
To untrained eyes
It's like child's play.
Waking up dead
With an empty head
All that's in store
Is going back to bed
Its just not my day.
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