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 Apr 2014 Lana Grace
Sparrow
See, I love him so much
That I can’t write about him,
And this is the closest I’ve ever come
To a love poem in the past year:
We make the cosmos jealous of our light,
And the most beautiful thing I can write down is his name.
 Apr 2014 Lana Grace
India
She locked herself up in her room during the summer
until her skin turned pale white.

She dyed her hair red and let her Mom braid it
until her hair became long and mermaid-like.

She was a young girl who had always
believed in fairytales—
the only thing that gave out what "the meaning of life" could be.

She says she's going to find Prince Charming and
 he’s going to be everything she wants him to be.

She turned every page day to day waiting
for someone to save her from all the woes
the world has cast down upon her.

She waited until she was struck by reality with
demons in her mind and never being loved became her fear.
 Mar 2014 Lana Grace
Sarah
God.
 Mar 2014 Lana Grace
Sarah
God,
I am falling.
God,
I'm so blessed,
but I'm falling.
God,
I'm so weak,
as I'm falling.
God,
I can't speak,
but I'm calling.
God,
You're so strong,
I'm unworthy.
God,
It's so long.
Quite a story.
But God,
I can't speak,
hear me calling,
God,
I'm so weak
and I'm falling.
 Mar 2014 Lana Grace
Gabriella
Rain
 Mar 2014 Lana Grace
Gabriella
I stand by my window
the rain falls and drips slowly
the sound of it tapping
against the glass
muffles out my crying
and while I'm looking
out into nothing
and everything
for a split second
I swear I see your face
but maybe you just remind me of the rain

You gave us this world with opportunity and every ability to build paradise,
Yet we blame You for all tragedy , evil, pain, and unnecessary suffering;
You are the culprit, we charge, and dare imagine you with heart as cold as ice,
With never a glance in the mirror to reflect upon our failures with any misgiving.

So we shake our fist, trample Your words of wisdom and the help You offer,
Content to live as our own gods in the self-made illusion of human grandeur,
While our world careens toward disaster, as in foolish rebellion we take cover;
Your tears falling in the rain for Your children and creation in immortal danger.

How is it the fool says in his heart, “Surely, there is no God, no higher power,”
When with lost divine likeness and shattered image, truer it is there is no human?
More like empty shells with vacant eyes, we walk this earth enslaved by the hour,
Ever too proud to turn to You in the light of Your Love, redemption to summon.
 Mar 2014 Lana Grace
David Bojay
I really wanted to hold your hand in the summer of 14 while driving listening to AM
I really wanted to continue our notebook of thoughts and ideas until it was full so we could put them to life
I really wanted to explore Dallas holding your hand even though you didn't fancy affection in public
I really wanted to make you smile for months and on, maybe even years
I really wanted to read to you while you rested your head on my chest
I really wanted to make you dinner at your house when you got hungry and there was nothing already cooked and ready to eat
I really wanted to be your Fred Astaire
I really wanted to play you songs on my piano when your sadness reached your beautiful soul
I really wanted you to be my 3am thoughts on how lovely you are and how much you amazed me
I really didn't want for me to be a common misconception
I really wanted to be with you, for a long time
I didn't fear loving you
I feared 'forever' ending
Where is God in the killing of the innocent?
Where is He among the depression and addiction?
Where is He in the dark?
Where is He in the evil?
What about the selfishness and greed?
Where is He?

He's in the sunset and the rain.
He's in the comfort through the pain.
He's in this life and the next.
He's in your life and the rest.

Where is God is the hatred and abandonment?
Where is He in the bodies in the basement?
Where is He in the blood?
Where is He in the filth and the mud?
The destruction, the hurricanes, the crime?
Where's He been all this time?

He's in the grassy hills and plains.
He's in the moss and the sugar cane.
He's in your favorite song or dream.
He's in the smoothest ice cream.
He never left.
 Mar 2014 Lana Grace
David Bojay
he rides his bike through woods that swallow his inner most desires
he has the urge to be a servent to people with upside down smiles
he knows what he knows is a curse
he knows that knowledge is pain
he wanders streets like a tourist
he sits and cries when no ones around for no reason  but to let out emotion every once in a while
he tries to be like the same, but cant because of the huge question mark on his forehead
he talks to women like if they all had a special place in his heart
he's sorry, he just wants people to feel cared for
he makes up scenarios in his head to make himself laugh about the what if's
he kisses his mother before he goes to bed because he's scared of her not waking up the next morning
he prays for death before anyone in his family so he won't feel the pain of losing a loved one, he's lost a few already
he cant take much more honestly
he doesn't trust anyone, but gives second chances
he walks school hallways listening to uplifting music to feel superior from everyone else
he daydreams of a futures that will maybe will never come
he talks to people for experience around human culture
he plays piano to calm his anger when his knuckles can't take anymore wall punches
he writes to make worlds he can live in when he's in solitude
he listens to loud music to block out screams of attention everywhere he goes
he reads the bible for some kind of hope in words
he knows the maze in his mind but cant get out even if he tore down all the walls
he's got a problem with love, a big one
he sleeps with a ****** incase Satan wants to **** with him when he sleeps
he prays before he closes his eyes to see galaxies in the dark incase illusions ****
he believes in aliens because he doubts coincidence in world wonders
his name is David, and he aspires to be nothing but an expression
Things not going well now
I'm ready to crack
Satan himself
Laughs at my back

Waiting and hoping
The pressure will take
I'll say something awful
Like God is a fake

That's how he gets started
How he gets in
Turns you against God
And welcomes you in

I'm not that foolish
Sometimes I'm bothered
But he'll never deny me
The love of my Father
Going through rough patch, but I'll not give up.

— The End —