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ThatSynGirl Feb 2016
Life keeps strippin' away my morals and I'm trying so hard to get 'em back.
I want desperately to be a good person but it just ain't that white 'n black.

I hear "do this, don't do that
go away, i want you back
you're perfect, you are so unique
now change and join conformity

be like us, don't be yourself
You wouldn't wanna go to hell…
Everybody's going left, so why you going right?"

I break my chains, they put them back, escapism for life.
Gracie Knoll Feb 2016
I tried to stand but found
That the chains around my ankles
Kept me to the ground

I thought that I could tear
The bounds that trussed me up
But the pain I could not bear

I cried out in agony
Release me from these chains!
But no one came to rescue me

Then I looked back upon my life
And saw a deserted waste
Filled with hate and strife

Oh all the things a saw
Were worse than I could imagine
And all of it I bore

Then I closed my eyes in pain
The sight was too much for me
And regretted every chain

But regret was like a poison
An acid to my soul
It became my prison

I went to every doctor
but they told me only this
One cure exists, no more

That one cure they called love
I scoffed at that and laughed
There is no thing called love

But one day I lifted my face
And there before my eyes
Was a man they called him Grace

As I struggled with my loss
He bent down and kissed my cheek
And died upon a cross

And when his blood was spilled
It washed away my sin
And cleansed me of my guilt
He can do it for you too. He already has.
Rianna Aguilar Jan 2016
You choke me with your hands
Of authority and tie me down
With your chains of constriction
When will I be free?
Vanessa Grace Dec 2015
I will re-decorate
the space in my mind
for you;
the space that cries
save
and the chains that scream
h o a r d
I hoard memories.
Tailor Hunter Dec 2015
I see her sitting there, deep in her thoughts.
Is she thinking of her day, like I feel many do?
Or is she seeing me thinking furiously
Thinking of how beautiful she is.

Like a dancing flower in the winds of the spring
She makes me turn my head with her pure voice
I wish to tell her how I feel about her shining eyes
But I am bound by chains of my fear

Fear that she will say no and it will change everything
Fear that she will say yes and then regret it
Fear that she will ignore my request
So once again I try to forget it.

But it will never be forgoten.
EtherealOmega Nov 2015
A healer with broken wings
Stands staring down at his hands
They are covered in crimson blood
As clear tears run down his cheeks like a flood

The memories..
They are all coming back to him now
Terrible things which he wishes he had never done
Things he wishes he could go back and change somehow

He lost his gift trying to free her
His love to him the greatest spurr
Yet still it was not him that broke the chains
Yet still it was not him that took away her pains

He lost his wings when he was cast from the order
His gift used up and his mind now in complete disorder
The ones above him saw him more as a threat
That it would be better to just cast out and forget

He lost any last shred of humanity when that creature came
When it tried to make him and it one and the same
For that life it took from him his sight
But ever more it had cast upon him a terrible blight

Now he is losing his sanity
As he stands in the rain contemplating life’s profanity
Everything is swirling around him in a cloud of dark abyss
Everything within him has gone terribly amiss
The simpleness is gone
And so is the light

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We Are Stories Nov 2015
I hate the mask I wear
Behind my paper lines,
I hate the mask I wear
And all my un-rhymed rhymes.
I hate the fact that I'm some ghost
Who bleeds black ink onto my white host!
I hate the fact that I harbor my words
To the ships out at sea that all go unheard!
I hate the fact that I am a mess
And all I have left are these words of distress!

I hate that I try to make my self depressed
In order to write a poem that will truly impress!
I hate that I have to sit here everyday
Trying to write my problems away
Only to find
That behind the smeared lines
That I still am battling with my old demons!
That I still am battling with doubt!
Oh I hardly take time to care about the seasons
I just care about the problems I have going on now.

-And even at my best I'm just someone who can't write
And all my poems are a mask for my bloodiest fights
But tonight
I hope someone turns on the lights
And finds my dead corpse rotting off to the side,
I hope that for once it will all be fine
And my heart will stop beating before I start losing my mind-
IvyWithRed Nov 2015
I have these chains,
Wrapped around my body,
In my veins,
In my blood stream,
And it may seem,
Like I am closed off,
From the entire world,
That's because it's true.
I'm building locks,
And I'm going to make it rain with keys,
And I'm waiting,
For you to build a bridge,
And come find me,
Like a light breeze,
Like a smooth sea,
You arrive,
But not with a key,
with a tool,
That set me free.
Ever struggle so much that you find yourself in constant prayer wondering about this whole Jesus and eternal life thing?
John 14:6 "Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me."
Brent Kincaid Nov 2015
(I’m) talking about
Freedom!
Peace and liberty
A land of
Freedom!
Love and equality
Freedom!
Is what we need to see!

Maya Angelou said it
So, it has to be
The caged bird sings
But it is not free.
Pretending for money
Won’t make it be.
There is no substitute
For being free.

Freedom for you
Freedom for me
Freedom!
For every ethnicity!
Freedom!
For both gay and straight
Freedom!
For all, we can’t wait.

Always there are thieves
Who would steal your rights.
They exist on the left
And they exist on the right.
They get paid to rob you
And never let you be
If you aren’t vigilant
You’re never really free.

Freedom!
Before someone kills it.
Freedom!
Because the country wills it!
Freedom!
Saw The Liberty Bell crack.
Freedom!
It’s yours if you take it back.

Democracy is a concept
And we have to protect it.
Money-making crooks
Will try to make you reject it.
They tell you everything
Will end up just fine
Because freedom cuts in
To their bottom profit line.

(I’m) talking about
Freedom!
Peace and liberty
A land of
Freedom!
Love and equality
Freedom!
Is what we need to see!
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