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I can not seem to distinguish between the words that you emit and the ones begging to escape the confides of your tongue. If you alter your words to **** me into a state where my guard is let down, it is successful for short bursts of time. I venture too deep into the introspective nature  of your thoughts, when truthfully you may feel nothing. I may mean someone who is not worthy of such deception
however I know better than this to be true. You have developed some sort of feeling, although i am an unaware of what. It will reveal itself when i can decipher the dialect you speak and become fluent.
 Jun 2014 elizabeth capital
April
none of it was art
it was complicated
it deserved to be like the crinkled sheets of paper on the ground
it was a waste

they found it
torn and shredded to tiny pieces
they would take hours to make it uncomplicated
and when they did
it would be a work of art
they knew
God of the Living
God of the Dead
Lord of Everything
Rest assured in your hands

Bathed in Omniscience
Your knowledge exceeds
The greatness of your presence
Everybody heeds

Almighty, All-powerful
Amazed at you Strength
Your name, so beautiful
From beginning till the end

Everywhere you are with me
I am never forsaken
Your love, never ending
To me always a friend

Lord God,  I am faithful
I will not remain silent
I'll Forever be Grateful
For your son you have sent

to save us from sins
from work of the evil
Your children, we are willing
Lost souls, for retrieval
For Zion's sake I will not keep silent, for Jerusalem's sake I will not remain quiet, till her vindication shines out like the dawn, her salvation like a blazing torch.

Isaiah 62:1
I hate this....

I feel so ignored

(and have been for a while)

by the one I love.


He says that he's not ignoring me

but I say different.

When we are alone, everything's perfect.

But with friends, nothing's the same.


Oh why do I have to be a wallflower,

hiding behind smiles,

looking like nothings wrong, when,

everything is.


I want him to acknowledge me,

to let me know I am still his

even though his is surrounded by all of his friends.


I'm glad summer's here.

Two whole months to forget about him

Two whole months to possibly find another love.

And if not, hopefully things will change between us

for the better when we reconnect.
if everyone cared
and no on cried
if everyone loved
and no one lied
if everyone shared
and swallowed their pride
then we'd see the day
where nobody dies
Second line 'and no on(E) cried'
Watch the spelling, sometimes it can change the whole meaning of what you are trying to get across. Awesome poem by the way!
Some people choose to live a fictional fantasy, their own world.
While others choose to live in the bitter reality, as it feeds on their blood.
Tonight I choose to break away from both, some other voices are calling.
And that was the moment I saw poison creep in through the cracks of my safest haven.
My safest haven was paper-made, now washed away by the tender droplets of rain.

Where am I to go?
No place to call home.
As cold as my first sin, I chose to disappear.

How or why or when?
Only God can answer you to that.
Because sadly, I no longer have any control leading my own head.
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