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Marinela Marie  Nov 2012
Dear God
Marinela Marie Nov 2012
Dear God, whoever, whatever, wherever you are- can you see me?

Can you see the terror in my eyes?
This day I wakened gripped in fear.
Can you see me behind the lies?
False is my smile, real is my tear

That trails my cheek the stain remains
The mask each day I don at morn
No soul beholds the blinding pain
For not shall I allow one's scorn

Dear God can you hear me?

My screams are stifled by the sound
Of winds I turn to carry me
Away from dismal strife abound
I turn my back one step to flee

When I speak, my voice not mine
Tis what you wish that you will hear
That life is good and all is fine
Expression when my soul can't bear

Soliloquy for me alone
With words that bring me to my knees
I shake with chill deep to the bone
Despair I pray that no one sees

Dear God, can you feel me?

I know my heart beats within
Yet how I wish that it would cease
Perhaps no longer that I shall sin
And finally gain a sense of peace

I wish to hate you for you have made me
Look how I've grown with this weak shell
Assembled pieces faithlessly
The cracks run deep, dear God, pray tell

Can you see my tears and hear my cries?
Or feel the knife plunged deep within
My heart, my soul, my mind defies
Hope, joy, and love, my harshest sin

Are you there, my God, or no!
Why have you made me thus?
Alas, no one shall know my woe
To will my body back to dust

Tis all my own, this place I made
No one to blame only myself
Goodbye, farewell and so I bade
Sorrow, oh flame! My life engulf!
In the mustardseed sun,
By full tilt river and switchback sea
  Where the cormorants scud,
In his house on stilts high among beaks
  And palavers of birds
This sandgrain day in the bent bay's grave
  He celebrates and spurns
His driftwood thirty-fifth wind turned age;
  Herons spire and spear.

  Under and round him go
Flounders, gulls, on their cold, dying trails,
  Doing what they are told,
Curlews aloud in the congered waves
  Work at their ways to death,
And the rhymer in the long tongued room,
  Who tolls his birthday bell,
Toils towards the ambush of his wounds;
  Herons, steeple stemmed, bless.

  In the thistledown fall,
He sings towards anguish; finches fly
  In the claw tracks of hawks
On a seizing sky; small fishes glide
  Through wynds and shells of drowned
Ship towns to pastures of otters. He
  In his slant, racking house
And the hewn coils of his trade perceives
  Herons walk in their shroud,

  The livelong river's robe
Of minnows wreathing around their prayer;
  And far at sea he knows,
Who slaves to his crouched, eternal end
  Under a serpent cloud,
Dolphins dive in their turnturtle dust,
  The rippled seals streak down
To **** and their own tide daubing blood
  Slides good in the sleek mouth.

  In a cavernous, swung
Wave's silence, wept white angelus knells.
  Thirty-five bells sing struck
On skull and scar where his loves lie wrecked,
  Steered by the falling stars.
And to-morrow weeps in a blind cage
  Terror will rage apart
Before chains break to a hammer flame
  And love unbolts the dark

  And freely he goes lost
In the unknown, famous light of great
  And fabulous, dear God.
Dark is a way and light is a place,
  Heaven that never was
Nor will be ever is always true,
  And, in that brambled void,
Plenty as blackberries in the woods
  The dead grow for His joy.

  There he might wander bare
With the spirits of the horseshoe bay
  Or the stars' seashore dead,
Marrow of eagles, the roots of whales
  And wishbones of wild geese,
With blessed, unborn God and His Ghost,
  And every soul His priest,
Gulled and chanter in young Heaven's fold
  Be at cloud quaking peace,

  But dark is a long way.
He, on the earth of the night, alone
  With all the living, prays,
Who knows the rocketing wind will blow
  The bones out of the hills,
And the scythed boulders bleed, and the last
  Rage shattered waters kick
Masts and fishes to the still quick starts,
  Faithlessly unto Him

  Who is the light of old
And air shaped Heaven where souls grow wild
  As horses in the foam:
Oh, let me midlife mourn by the shrined
  And druid herons' vows
The voyage to ruin I must run,
  Dawn ships clouted aground,
Yet, though I cry with tumbledown tongue,
  Count my blessings aloud:

  Four elements and five
Senses, and man a spirit in love
  Tangling through this spun slime
To his nimbus bell cool kingdom come
  And the lost, moonshine domes,
And the sea that hides his secret selves
  Deep in its black, base bones,
Lulling of spheres in the seashell flesh,
  And this last blessing most,

  That the closer I move
To death, one man through his sundered hulks,
  The louder the sun blooms
And the tusked, ramshackling sea exults;
  And every wave of the way
And gale I tackle, the whole world then,
  With more triumphant faith
That ever was since the world was said,
  Spins its morning of praise,

  I hear the bouncing hills
Grow larked and greener at berry brown
  Fall and the dew larks sing
Taller this thunderclap spring, and how
  More spanned with angles ride
The mansouled fiery islands! Oh,
  Holier then their eyes,
And my shining men no more alone
  As I sail out to die.
Melpomene  Jan 2017
Outcast
Melpomene Jan 2017
Breathing on the surface but smothering inside,
Pale face blue lips and wide open eyes.
Running desperately with no company and guide,
Too little time and too many disguise.

Like a lost site pervade with dreariness and spite.

Who would help you when they heard your yelp?
Hoped to be broach but no one to approach.
Who would love you when without the pure white dove?

Trapped in coach and let the soul slowly encroach.

How would you feel when no one to reach?
Stares at the window just to look for a shadow.
How would you feel when your heart starts to screech?
At last it became hollow slowly loaded with deep sorrow.

Like a letter unsent filled with unread content.

Holding on like a puppet being sway,
With those unsure senses and constraint.
Living faithlessly and ends up stray,
Nerves are brutally torn and mind gone insane.
aviisevil Jan 2014
Looking in the mirror this is what I see , a bird in a cage yearning to be free
I see me , not the way i'm supposed to be and she , just walking away from me
Can we , just take a time out , I hate to be the part of this controversy
Previously , when you walked out , I was sure that this was my reality
Consciously , i'm not even thinking about all the things horrendously
I just want to be real for once really , get out of this ******* story
Burn every page of this diary and harm myself harmlessly
And i watch your mom shamelessly , and i **** that ***** faithlessly
Am i being too intense , is it all said so ruthlessly,
My brain is old , and i walk around naked carelessly
I know i can still do it , so i pick the sharpness carefully
Cut myself and see if I can bleed , kick myself in the you-know-where to see if I can still feel
And seal the deal , not let the wounds heal
Let them be infected by anger and rage , pick up a blade and ****** a sage
Go on a stage , act strange , look changed , let the world know come what may , this soldier wont faint
And paint my scars blue , give 'em ******* the ******* salute
Down with the flu , all I want to say to you ..

I'm deranged again ,in your name
Oh what a shame , i miss the pain
Deranged again , will you shoot me please
Oh i want a release , i feel so strange
Insane again , I'm deranged again


Lady, stop it and start it , can I touch your lump
Lately ,watch it dont stretch it and get numb
Take that pole  get out of control and jump
I'm real *****  but i'm not sorry can I ****
And stump get down on the drums maybe hum
Get you some *** , and we can drink it and lick it and run
Far away from all the nonsensical talks of love and guns
'gonna shoot me , wanna hurt me ,say the word and its done
I'll put a bullet in your head and you can shoot your fathers ***
I'm not dumb, but you're dads goin' crazy
Hey lazy , can I get you some jay-z , so you can Rap like a ******* daily
And disturb the neighbour , shes in labour , giving birth to another neighbour
Soon there'll be an army of ******* , doesn't help the fact you have no soul
Oh , you're so cold , that's why she left you alone ,
Isn't it you ******* ******* ,you want some more
But you'll never break down that door , and get to that naked *****
Who'll whisper in your ears , while she holds and unfolds the pole
So this is for you , you ******* neighborhood ******* ,
So come near , so you can hear , is that your wife, listen close
She's getting her daily dose , in every corner , every position , with all the pose
Friend is the neighbour and neighbours wife a ***
And can she blow, take it slow , now i have to get down and show
This what ya'll must know..


I'm deranged again ,in your name
Oh what a shame , i miss the pain
Deranged again , will you shoot me please
Oh i want a release , i feel so strange
Deranged again , I'm deranged again
Liam Jul 2015
reality abruptly removed the veil
  realization mercifully provided the light
a binary being seeking his own level
  attempting to rise to the surface of himself

if peaceful existence is based on choice
  then personal dogma tablets need chiseling
if afterlife is fashioned from belief systems
  then intimate mysteries need conceiving

dialogue of a dress rehearsal for an actual life
  faithlessly hidden within lines of complexity
alliterated ambiguously, expressed equivocally
  setting the stage for reincarnation's passion play
Neal Emanuelson Feb 2015
They brought us through the passage
Enslaved and tied to ropes
All jokes are cast aside us
With every smile for the words they spoke
On bended knee they forced us
Our smiling heads trapped in their holes
The metal sheet came down so gently
And there our laughing heads would roll

Come bearing down your sanctity
With a whistle, jump, and skip
Come shining in all your glory
Thousand beggars clinging to your hips

Jesus came to save us all
A smile for all our sins
Jesus came tell us all
"I cannot let you in now...”

I've scarred it over my body's canvas
My knife and rags are all but clean
I've washed in eternal holy waters now
But I'll forever lack that scriptured gleam
I've prayed to take myself out of this
With every breath I've given since
My dreams withheld for years to date
But he smiles at me and gives a clever wink

Come enter into your temples now
Grace us with an everlasting wake
Come bless all of us that entered you
Tell us that you're more than just a face

Jesus came to take us all
A hand to wipe away these sins
And so Jesus proceeds to tell us all
"But I cannot let you in, now..."

© 2014
N Dec 2022
A dream about you
telling me the meaning behind
your name in painful details

But darling, I have already
memorized it by heart
as a prayer from a faithless soul
Àŧùl  Jul 2017
XodaRap
Àŧùl Jul 2017
An ugly beautiful relationship,
Or
A beautifully ugly relationship.

A faithfully faithless lover,
Or
A faithlessly faithful lover.
My HP Poem #1639
©Atul Kaushal
N Jul 2019
Goddess of Love
I worshiped
the poetry of her

Her voice sounded
like a soft prayer
Able to convert
an atheist to a priest

She’s Aphrodite
and I’m a Sapphist

Who wrote poems
like unheard pleas
from a tormented soul—
sentenced with death
soon to be beheaded

I invoked thee,
my Aphrodite
I’ll be thy Sappho
if you’d answer to
my pleas poems

And in them,
I’d implore you
to abate this intolerable agony, and
allay me in this deathlike solitude
with thy godly presence




I swear on love letters
and you
for it’s the last poem
I write about you
Kelly  Dec 2021
stupid.
Kelly Dec 2021
I could blame it on many things
Like the sounds I make in the morning
The people I’ve faithlessly broken
Or that I’m impossibly weak

I could blame it on the inadequacy or
How much that I drink

Anything other than the truth in these seams
Anything other than the fact that
I’m sure about you

And you’re not sure

About me.
Have you ever been caught up in a moment?
Where you feel like you have been caught robbing your government?

Have you ever been caught up in a moment?
Where they miss judge all your movement?

Moments where you see things you were blind to
Moments you feel the paradies is empty or deaf to the people
That moment you pray for death to come to your rescue
You ask yourself was this what I was born to go through?

moments where pains won't let your tears fall
Fears makes you find beauty indoor
Where having hope looks likes a marathon
Striving to survive on guts.

Moments seems too long
When one hearts burn
By a cry of a new born
Wondering if you still got a turn.

Moments you smile in tears
You faithlessly pray in red fears
Counting unfruitful years
Wondering if today happiness will end you well.

Moments when you feel lost in love
Caught up in the atmosphere of lust
Feel used and dumped
That awkward moment you feel you are done with the world.

If you have, then we have been in the same world
Where one speak in silence for money is the loudest voice
Where luck turns your sweat filled effort void
That awkward moment you realise that we are not equal after all.
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