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 Nov 2014 Janessa
Pax
life-support
 Nov 2014 Janessa
Pax

.
I’m
Drowning with disappointments.
I feel breathless with regrets.
My heart is on life-support.
I’m stupid and very dense
for repeating the same mistake
over and over
again
.




© Pax
written: July 18, 2012
ConcretePoetry
(I hate myself, but not too much to die for.)
disappointments and regrets makes the heart and mind weary, that's how it feels like, atleast for me.
 Nov 2014 Janessa
Pax

A little life is what I asked
A little love is what I wanted
but you give space
Emptiness I didn't need.



© Pax
 Nov 2014 Janessa
Pax
darkened soul
 Nov 2014 Janessa
Pax

In my darkest days, I held you beneath my warmth.
You indulged me with your feverish hunger.
You embraced me with your piercing emotions.
You were immune to my changeable disease.

I came to a realization that you were my muse,
the best rainbow I received……….

You told me that I was part of your soul.
To me you’re the fuel to my rusty engine,
The energy to my thirsty being,
And the light of my darkened soul.


© Pax
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1031383/
 Nov 2014 Janessa
Pax

let go of insecurities and judgment upon self,
embrace acceptance.



© Pax
sometimes insecurites blinds us, and being too critical to self, we often forget to love the blessing we already have,
try to lessen it day by day, until nothing is left to ponder and as you'll see clearly the love and acceptance you are looking for because that is what i do, i still have some issues upon self and upon realizing this, i am learning to love myself a little more than i never did.

or i guess if perhaps its always there(insecurities ), then atleast you'll learn how to manage it  day by day to stay away and stay clear to the path to loving oneself.
 Nov 2014 Janessa
Mike Hauser
From the very moment that all of this started
The skies opened up the Red sea it parted
God took a rib from out of the man
And that is when all of the fun began

God don't make ugly girls
From beauty without to beauty within
God don't make ugly girls
And it's been that way from the beginning

He certainly had it right with Cleopatra
A beauty Queen, Royalty flattered
As men were fighting to win over her love
God in His wisdom from up above

Knows that he don't make ugly girls
From beauty within to beauty without
God don't make ugly girls
With that there is never a doubt

Mother Teresa in all of her glory
Did what was asked of the Father in her selfless story
Shinning a light for all to see
Giving her all for downtrodden humanity

Cause God don't make ugly girls
Never even tried it out cause he doesn't know how
God don't make ugly girls
From their beauty within to their beauty without

Showing throughout history
The beauty of woman is here to please
Truly a beauty to behold
From the glamour of young to the wrinkle of old

God don't make ugly girls
The beauty within you can't do without
God don't make ugly girls
And that my friend is what I'm talking about
 Nov 2014 Janessa
Poetic T
I pull at it as if to tear it off,
To touch it,
It doesn't feel right
Agitated
Frustration
Anger
Screams out of me, I release
Till all breath is spewed from my lungs
In need to inhale of that which
was exhaled, dizziness takes
Me over I fall
Crumpled
Fallen,
Disoriented  
  Life, I love myself, but then
Hate this skin, I feel though
Others not me should be enveloped
In this Carcass, I
Cut it,
Hurt it,
Bleed it,
But its me that is in this shell
Even though I know this wasn't meant
For me, its the one that I must in this lifetime live in.
Do you ever get those days when you feel as though the body wasn't meant for you.
 Nov 2014 Janessa
Elijah
Born
In
Reality
Towards
Higher
Diligence
And
Yielding

A new life is born
in reality of a new dawn
towards higher diligence
and the soul yields for better intelligence.
6th of November 1998, a legend was born into greatness, in an enchanted paradise.

#scorpio #birth #november #ThankYouJesus #newdawn #newlife :)
 Nov 2014 Janessa
Hilda
Sweet gentle daughter of dreaming blue eyes
Reflecting visions from some distant sphere;
Untainted by nightmares of icy fear,
Nor saddened yet by fate's mocking disguise.
Unopened book of fickle tomorrow,
Not certain of how future may unfold,
With hours of lead or hours of molten gold;
Unenlightened yet by unknown sorrow.
Sands rush through the hourglass of wasted years,
While breaking our young hearts with shattered dreams.
The clock of life wrings disappointed tears,
Unhampered by our plans and clever schemes.
Beware grim reaper swinging ***** blade
Who mocks thee as childhood days slowly fade.

**~Hilda~
© Hilda September 20, 2014 4:48 PM
Dedicated to my dear daughter Marian.
 Nov 2014 Janessa
Liz And Lilacs
I am a monster.
Whether I was born one,
Or became one does not matter.

I never wanted this.
I hurt myself,
This pain spreading to others.

They want to help me
Or so they say.
I fear them.

I fear them as they fear me.
Their fear surfaces as anger.
A mob at my door to burn me at the stake.

My fear surfaces as pain.
Pain and loneliness.
I shall remain in my castle.

For I am a monster.
I only cause others pain.
It's best if I'm alone.
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