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Mercy B Oct 2014
Enchanted
&
Hopeful

We will find

Beauty
&
Mystery

Hiding just beyond

Light
&
Darkness
Mercy B Jun 2013
How can U  N  I be so utterly different and yet simultaneously without you I just do not feel whole.
     I can't see the pictures in my mind, but even still these memories, our memories are burned within my soul.

     It amazes me how U  N  I can be our own worst enemies, kindred spirits, complete rivals and passionate lovers all at the same time.
        This game of love in itself can be endearing and fulfilling and also unrelenting and unyielding , but in the end it is always worth the climb.

     I often wonder if U  N  I will withstand the tests of time, if our force can weather even the most severe storm.
      Seclusion wrapped in duality conjoined to both perfect and destroy one another, endlessly locked in a battle which wages war against the norm.
This title was inspired by the lovely Ed Sheeran. At best I can say he is a phenomenal song writer and singer. He invokes an emotion from within me that no other artist has done in a long time.

Side note the title iz U N I. not shre if it will save right this time or nit but just in case.
Mercy B Aug 2013
Have I become estranged with compassion, not entirely, I guess I would say only when compassion is directed toward me.
The gleaming gates of tranquility are off there in the distance, but just my luck no gate keeper and I've not got exact change to pay the fee.
I have become complacent in this misguided routine of bitting my tongue only to wearily sit and bide my time.
Unintentionally a barrier was put up that blocks my words from what you understand, yet they flow so freely through my "silly little rhyme"
The sounds that my silent screams make is deafening and this weight I carry is demolishing my inner strength but still I won't let go.
These emotions are festering inside me to the point of bursting out but I must maintain composure for the world must never know.
Mercy B Apr 2013
No matter race,  creed, or  color
A brother is a brother,
    I must admit the mist ova ya eyes is
         Drivin me crazy
You say your sight is
To hazy.
        

       Crimson flowin thru us
          We all bleed the same
   Blood
           But you got on blinders you
         Can't see thru The flood.


         Being abused , mis-used and jaded
         Turned
               Something so    
         Simple
          Into something
           Complicated.


        Many out there all alone  
      Steady beat'in down  
    Their own soul
         Fight'in with themselves
   Not carin that
        That lives gonna be    
  The toll

Struggle'in thru this reality
      Addictions they must  
    Feed
Same restless cats be the Ones
       Don't even know there
     Own seed

         We need to open our eyes
        Start take'in charge of
      Our minds
       Right now we're search'in For an anwser
          That we ain't truely  
        Try'in to find
Mercy B May 2013
Laugh and smile, make your life worthwhile.

Because there will be deaths,lies, cries and even regret.

We have have the strength to forgive, but never forget.

We try and try but sometimes fall down.

We must be able to pick our feet up off the ground.
This was written by my Daughter for a contest at her school. It was chosen to be published. I love you Sun-Rae
Mercy B Jul 2013
As if she were an extension of the wind she  whips through  these tormented city streets in search of a soul that can be saved.

Empathetically she  opens herself to the anguish and pain lurking in the night air, focusing more intently on preventing yet another early grave.

This Urban Angel's heart is a display for her battle scars ,like badges of honor  they reflect the enormity of the task in which she has undertaken.

She fights for those the world has thrown away, war weary wanders, exhausted , cast aside, and all around forsaken.

Effortless are her movements, which are only comparable to that of liquid fire, flowing along with absolute un rivaled precision .

Like lightning's flash she can be a defender at your side, just the same however, ending  up on the wrong side of her fury could be a fatal decision .

With her intense crystalline eyes she sees past all your hurt and desperation, much  deeper than your self inflicted brands of shame.

She can see what once was and what has not yet come to pass, all of the undesirable thoughts and feelings, yet she loves you all the same.

Alas she too is bound by limitations, able only to act as guide ,if ones willing, in escaping from the darkness, but for some accepting this gift is almost too painful.

New life is within your reach so move swiftly or not all for she can not linger and all you will be left with is a memory of this beautiful Urban Angel.
Mercy B Apr 2013
Inspite of all my efforts, I do not  know not this reflection, I and we have slowly begun to blend.

In my quest to be your rock I left my identity upon the shelf, so now quietly  I must pretend .

Our fates became intertwined  and to give you what you needed I willingly put  myself last.

I try to shield you from the haunting demons that have swelled up from the past.

On the outside I seem  invinciable, impervious to the pain, but secretly I walk with haste.

I lock  my fears and sadness deep  inside my soul and pray they won't be traced.

I'll continue to keep up my charade so all will see your smile shine brighter then before.

There is a price, you see the more brilliant  you shine the dimmer I grow & soon  "I" will be no more.
Mercy B Nov 2013
What you want


Don't let my sorrowful thoughts dominate my mind for they take me to a place that which no one else can see....

            I Try, ever so hard to give you what you want.

I should not put all I have into so many things, spreading myself out so thin soon there will be nothing left for me....

            I wish I knew how to give you what you want.

Do not let a single teardrop spill out for those that have proven they will never fail to let me down.....

             My mind fights my heart to give you what you want.

Stop allowing others to tangle me up in their twisted tribulations, dragging me under then leaving me to drown...

             You want the best for me and still I don't  know how
          To give you what you want.
Mercy B Sep 2013
In the wake of my self destruction, when i thought all hope had escaped my reach , a whisper of a voice came calling deep with in the night.

Softly wrapping me up in tender words of encouragment, unbeknownst to me this voice had a goal to vanquish all my self-hatred by gently nudging me to rise up and  fight.

Willing me to stand and face the devilish hauntings that are relentlessly  stalking me ,constanly tring to creep through the past's closed door.

Pushing me to believe in my self and my inner strenght, validating that i can no longer hide from the shadows of uncertainty nor fear what they have in store.

Make no mistake it is painfully obviouse that I have only been treading water barely keeping my head above the surface just waiting for the current t o drag me under.


Stiffin up that upper lip and walk with your held held up high, almost maternally spoke this whisper of a voice, which is  now reigning down like thunder .
I had to work thru a bunch of things this past month. I know that I must stay on a positive path so here is my beginning of that journey.
WHY
Mercy B Jun 2013
WHY
Why

  Do you only allow your sweet tears to flow when you are sure that no one else can see you.

  Are you worried that if you don't hide these  somber moments the true you just may show thru.

     Why

  Is it that you turn away when it is your beauty which is being spoken of.

  As if all the scars etched in your heart were revealed making you undeserving of love.

     Why

  Do you let the monsters, that violate your solace, keep you cowering backed up against the wall.

  Is it that you believe you will always be alone, no one will try and catch you if you fall

     Why
  Won't you let in the ones that stand before you, for they appear to truly care.

  So you think that, just like all the other, they will just leave you , which is a pain you cannot bare.
Mercy B Apr 2013
In the grander scheme of all things in this world  my worries seem so..... inessential or small, almost foolish and self involved.

My sufferings are no more extraordinary then those of a stranger, but I feel like I am being whipped around inside a monsoon of sadness, while nothing gets resolved.

I can't let myself burden others with the sorrow I tightly lock away,so I shut myself inside my head and face them all alone.

I conceal my angst, and  if I continue to wear a smile the truth will be safe behind my magnificent wall of stone.

I feel like I'm going insane,  I can't find the words to articulate the chaos that is  dominating my mind.

Each time I find the courage to try and open up fear pulls me back, all the while it is boasting ...."relief you shall not find".

The fear of what they will think if I lay it all out and  let them pick thru the horrid memories that I have hidden away.

Will they bother to try and understand the real me, will they still love me unconditionally, but more so will they even stay?
Mercy B Jul 2013
It is almost painful trying to fathom the reason some men take a woman's intelligence and blatantly play it down.

Shouting out from behind me " hey ma lemmi holla at cha" I must inform you will never get this female to turn around .

I do not find your uncultivated demeanor flattering in the least, in fact it makes you somewhat insignificant, not worth a second look.

I want nothing to do with your infantile swagger in capable of sharing coherent insightful thoughts, afraid to stray from the same old play book.

A physical attraction is of some importance, but I am more enthralled when a man hears, not only listens to the words that are spoken to him.

Serenade me with your ability to articulate raw emotion thru flowing words, entice me with an intriguing mind, show me that you are a rare gem.

As for those males pretending to be men, but in reality can't even wrap their minds around the idea, don't waste your time with me, your ego will just get bruised.

If it is my attention that he seeks, a man must be confident that he can stimulate my mind, draw me in by the rhythm  of the words he has used.
I am merely putting it out there for those ridiculous guys that like to cat call at the ladies. No one really likes that come on fellas.
Mercy B Mar 2016
You tell me I am strong.
That I am worth fighting for.

If I could only see me through your eyes.

You say the worst is over.
And my past I must ignore.

How I've longed to see me through your eyes
If only we could see ourselves the way others do.
Mercy B Apr 2013
Your love is like

          That first refreshing breath drawn in after a long cool dive into the ocean.

The one that every fiber of your entire being desperately yearns for.  


Your love is like

          A fire raging inside me, the heat from which makes beads of sweat roll down the knape of my neck.

The intensity growing until I feel like I will explode if it grows anymore .


Your love is like

          A thousand butterfly kisses whispering across my face as our bodies are intertwined.

Wrapped up in a million stolen moon lit moments, secret to all the world accept for you and I.


Your love is like

          Gazing upon a beautiful work of art crafted with such perfection.

The mere idea of it makes tingles cascade throughout my body as a single tear escspes from my eye.


Your love is like

          The sensation I get from the scorching summer sun basking down on my copper skin.

Washing over me it makes me almost dizzy from the grandure of our embrace .


Your love is like

          Deep thoughts entering my soul with emense passion they shake the very ground.

As sweet kisses full of wanting softly you place upon every inch of my face.

— The End —