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little
blips      
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force  
with             
God's        
glory
        for
wings!



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SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/5/2016
I love these little creatures!
They are the symbol of
women's recovery

many a thing i have on my mind
when writin' the moment decides
the floatin' words there are to find

driven by main 'n' carried besides
a flowin' of all feelings expressed
for it the occassion itself provides

tho might it seem as dispossessed
consciousness to which it depends
'n' to whatever it may be addressed

the more it takes the more it bends
tho no block delays on to the move
thereby thinkin' too much extends

rather it's not 'till i myself approve
forever perfectin' tryin' to improve


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 25/03/1437


'a (freestyle meter) Sonnet'
~~~

beaded curtain coming down
cacti wear a jeweled crown
it's difficult to wear a
frown

the smell of succulents and sage
the tympany of titan's rage
my mood has changed
i turn the page

through the leaves
the moisture seeps
in cloud cover the sun sleeps
birds are hidden
in their keeps
and all around

the sky

weeps




SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/4/2016
Dad is better
He hasn't been sleeping so much today
The nurse came today and checked his heart
He has an elevated blood pressure
but he should be o.k.
He's going to the doctor tomorrow
Thanks for all the good wishes and prayers!

Now the only thing weeping is the sky!
in a room with
no windows
wafting
beguiling
scent
drawing little
children
the young
the
innocent

the decadence
seems harmless
the courtiers
ask pardon
nothing 's deemed
evil in this
shadowy
garden

sans the
light
for rainbow hues
their color
there refracts

but none
can see the tragic
cost, nor
the

lilies

*black
I have to write about
evil perpetrated against children

I am a survivor of childhood abuse

no greater evil could exist

-----------'@
People's world is too busy for a man like me.
I’m more accustomed to the rhythm
of the old oak tree.
The surface ripples
and the world is distorted

Keep splashing
and distortion is all you see.
The snow fell hard that day
as cold as the ice in my chest
Driving away was always easy
It wasn't until I slid into the snow bank
until my car flipped sideways
until I thought I might die
I thought of those I loved most

Sideways in my car
Unable to get out
stuck in the freezing winds,
I wanted to call you
But instead dialed 911
You aren't my lifeline anymore
I don't know if that is good
or if I am just desolate
All I know is,
I felt at home
Trapped in the snow
Please drive safe in winter conditions.
 Jan 2016 Sam Y Starlight
susan
hurt
 Jan 2016 Sam Y Starlight
susan
it doesn't take much
to hurt me
but it takes a long time
for me to show it.
Hold me high enough to see

Over the troubles in my life.

For, I wish to know if the future is worth the wait.
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
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