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 Apr 2015 Nick Web
Ayaba Babe
Every night before I rest my head
I strip myself down until I am bare;
What's mine is His
So with Him I share.
I lie myself down across the bed and prepare to implement my prayers so that we may be intimate.
He enters me, penetrating my entirety
He relies on me
I ride on His serenity
Until He releases all of the devil's ties incising me
He restrains my frame and forces me to refrain from dancing in the flame
Cast by my demons.
Like draining,
He empties me
Of all residual sin remaining within
He comes
Into the heart of my soul
And we console each other.
Whispers,
Heavy breathing,
Until Amen
We continue on conceiving
Until I am whole again.
He smothers my heaving chest
With His Love
His Love
He covers me, in the midst of
His love,
He puts me to rest.
 Apr 2015 Nick Web
Ayaba Babe
Like the sunrise
I want your first smile in the morning-
Your last thought before your eyes lie across the horizons of your skies;
I want your sunset.
I want your mind set
Fastened next to mine on the next jet departing to the next dimension.
 Apr 2015 Nick Web
Hayleigh
The choice is not about homosexuality or heterosexuality it is about being true to who we are.
 Apr 2015 Nick Web
Hayleigh
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 Apr 2015 Nick Web
Hayleigh
Those lies you spun like a spiders web
Took place, built homes,
Inside my head.
 Apr 2015 Nick Web
Arlo Disarray
I'll keep punching my bare walls til my hand's broken
In the empty spots your pictures used to hang
Shouting to my vacant house words never spoken
Ignoring all the swelling and the pain

My knuckles start to shred, my hand's on fire
But the thought of you is worth the vicious burn
My hand is drenched in blood and my arm's tired
But I've still got some lessons left to learn

There's a scar beneath my eye that won't stop bleeding
I've cried a thousand ****** tears that always flow
And the way that you're acting is misleading
Preaching out the very facts I'll never know

I look left, and I see your old recliner
The one in which you always used to sit
My entire life is a constant reminder
That our perfect world has fallen to ****
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