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I live in a world of words
That constantly spins around
A solar system filled with verbs
And planetary nouns

Syllables that hold me down
Like the 3 in gravity
Consonants in and out
Is the oxygen I breath

Adjectives and adverbs
My galaxy abounds
In this world I live of words
That constantly spins around
Your life is like a pocket
Shallow filled with mess
Pull out most things that you don't need
Leave behind the rest

If you went any deeper
What difference would it make
What you would have would be but lint
With hardly any change
 Nov 2016 Sincerely Em
AlanK
There was no music in my life
So I invented a violin.
It sat on my table and I watched;
My hand slid across the smooth wood,
It gave me not a sound.
I shut my eyes;
In my head I listened for a note
But it refused to share.
The precision of form,
Perfection of line
This instrument taunted me
And left me deaf with my dreams.
I recalled how I had been caressed
By it’s sweetness on many a lonely night--
Surrounding the silence with silky tones.
I am left with the dying embers
And haunted by its cold closeness.
Her soul
Was in a noose,

She broke free -
She cut loose.

She threw the rope
Into the sea,

Finally, after four decades,
For the first time, she was free.

She forced herself to accept
The things that she could not change,

She learnt how to protect herself -
However weird it felt;
However strange.

For the first time, ever,
She listened to herself,

With this, she found a remedy
For her exhausted mental health -

Finding this,
She found the grandest of wealth;

She finally found out
How to truly love her 'true' self!

By the Grace of God,
Came this divine gift,

She is blessed -
She is forever grateful
For this mental shift.

~ All thanks, be to God,
Her one and only,

For blessing her
With his unconditional love -
He remains with her
Even when she feels
hopelessly lost,
Extremely anxious,
And unbearably lonely.

By Lady R.F ©2016
Show me a man
Who is happy with his life
And I'll show you a man
Who has the joy of Jesus Christ

Where the worries of this age
In all retrospect
Never dare to compare
To the joy that Jesus has

That's the kind of happiness
We all strive to have
The overflowing joy
That is found in Jesus Christ
Three months of us
Three months of you
But mainly months of me
They were so long,
And wonderfully weary
But I had that time to see

How to have the moment
Make it last,
And then truly make it shine
How to smile with you
And be alone
And learn to love what's mine
I delete almost every word I write
As though I can eradicate the feeling.
But I can't. It doesn't work.
Nothing changes. And nothing feels right.

I don't know what it's like to be you
But for me,
I am sitting in this room,
With all the people I love,
And I want to cry myself to sleep in the middle of the day.

They don't notice that I'm here
But the second I go to leave they cry out.
I'm the elf on the shelf,
Or the cookies you leave out for Santa.
You know he won't eat them, I mean,
**** - he's not even real.
But you can't not have them there.
That would be wrong.
I am your favourite piece of furniture.

Discard me, and get it over and done with.
It's more humane than making me sit here and watch you live your life.
Should you add
another cloud
to rain above my head,
I'll bring the light
to make it shine
and create a rainbow,
instead.

And should the day
turn into night
before we've had our time,
I'll sing for the stars
and the moon above
to see the black sky
shine.
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