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I’m following Jesus!
I AM FOLLOWING JESUS!
Jesus…oh, Jesus,
I AM FOLLOWING JESUS!

I’m following Jesus!
I AM FOLLOWING JESUS!
Jesus…oh, Jesus,
I AM FOLLOWING JESUS!

In foot-steps, in knowledge,
From grade-school to college,
All my life spent with Jesus,
My father, my mother,
ALL MY LIFE SPENT WITH JESUS!
My siblings, my brother,
In this life….no other,
All my life spent with Jesus!
Yes, all my life spent with Jesus…

I’m following Jesus!
I AM FOLLOWING JESUS!
Jesus…oh, Jesus,
I AM FOLLOWING JESUS!

Who do, -you think you are?
Life without him, -will you go that far?
What’s a life without Jesus?
What’s a life without Jesus?

JESUS! MY BROTHER!

Taught by father, -and mother,
The great book, -teachings of Jesus!
Proverbs, reason and his death!
All my heart for my Jesus,
All my life spent with Jesus!

I’m following Jesus!
I AM FOLLOWING JESUS!
Jesus…oh, Jesus,
I AM FOLLOWING JESUS!
Jesus…oh, Jesus,
I AM FOLLOWING JESUS!

I am following Jesus…
I am following Jesus…
Sparks of fire, up in the sky
As people watch, heads up high
The momentary beauty that's fleeting by
Amazed and stunned, with wonder in their eyes.
Glad and merry, they said "Hi,"
A moment later, they bid goodbye.
How sad and lonely, a life short-lived
All those years spent, the blood and tears,
life and death, both swift.
Inspired by fireworks. Happy New Year!

*A poem written back in 2016. Left to sit in the corner of my drafts. Which I now decided to post despite my misgivings due to the apparent naivetΓ© of my younger days. I hope I've improved, at the very least.

-P
In the dark i saw you, bathed in yellow and blue
yellow and blue
happy, true?

i love it all, red, yellow, green, eyes, freckles, the beauty spots, silly whatnots
i love it all, the tired eyes, the voice, his voice, his touch, his sighs, his hugs, his writing, everything, his everything, and travis scott while maths

joji, jeans, games, memes, science, print, morals, snap, memories, Heart, Full, Yet, Feels, Like, Nothing

F1 generation pain
I’m starting to recognize the awareness
that my very essence,
is to become a well rounded person
when I’ve finally unshackled from the chains of indulgences that are only to my detriment
I’m ready to becoME.
i was under the impression that i needed you.

Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  my mistake.

paint me
with the wet tickle
of your tongue
lingering with affection
savoring my fervent flavor
in bold strokes
of your obsession

color my essence
in heated hues
sending shivers
down my spine
in anticipation
of your warm breath
against my flesh
with every blissful caress
to ensue painted petals
of animation

with your supple lips
gently blur the lines
of my curved hips
softly stroking
the subtle shadows
of warm depth,
blushing
quivering thighs
as I gasp
of breath

plunge in
a primer coated palette
dipping your stiff paintbrush
deep within
the folds of my blanket
manipulating
a trembling image
of your voracious lust.

craze me
again and again
in breathless
****** glow,
your sensual brushstrokes
gently murmuring
layer on layer
in alla prima flow

delve deep
into my eyes
paint splattering
the passion
of my soul
drizzling silken strands
of love
in their entirety,
polishing me whole

and then
in blissful backwash
admire
the tangled limbs
interposed
of your
completed masterpiece
in smiling
sated repose

Well, well, well
Something that you don't wish to obtain:
wellness.

Whether it be hunching over the toilet,
evacuating today's third feast of the day,
or continuing to hear whispered words from made-up beings,
not taking the cocktails to silence them
or maybe, just continuing to stay empty,
not letting anything fill the void

Staying sick --
Whether it be of the body,
mind,
or soul,
will not make others love you more,
and it will not make others stay
but it will have them fade away
just
like
you
I often idealize others, especially when I first meet them, and feel comfortable in sharing the most intimate details
with them. But I often feel that these same people don’t care enough and aren’t there enough for me.



Β© Copyright Tyler Atherton
Children get handed things easily,
and they learn
that it's easier to throw away
than to hold on and keep it.

Adults are very different,
they cherish things
and would not objectify others
since humans are not things.

But right there,
throwing you away
like an object,
the man who was no longer a child said;

"I don't want you anymore"
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