The thorns in my side I try so hard to hide with humor, cleverness, even kindness but after so long they are well-planted like seeds they’ve taken root.
I am a man full of grace and gratitude even changes in attitude I float on great waves in my wooden dinghy precarious atop mighty waters and angels visit take me into smooth azure lagoons where I reside in peace even serenity from time to time.
I weep in great sadness occasional fits of despair drowning there I swim up to gulp for air leap and glide into the light breathe mercy in my flight pray for courage and gumption but discover I cannot stay afloat alone so with abandon I dive into bright souls whose hands and hearts reach down to rescue me. Some of them are thorn people too battered, broken, and rugged who’ve found the courage to change the things they could.
I guess these thorns are there to ******* up for air to give me the zephyr of humility the certainty of a love that save me.
The moon reflect your silhouette in the night sky Why? Are you haunting me, I feel I could cry Heartbroken, You left me to die I plead, no beg of you, please leave my mind You still a part of me In my soul you reside, I can no longer cry Someone please save me! Why’d you leave me behind God you should have taken me instead In her place I would have died Please help me! This misplaced rage I can’t hide….
Loneliness is killing me I can’t go on, it’s with you I should be We for eternity, is a promise we share Slit wrist, Wait for me my love I’ll be right there.
Tears flow like the river Nile enraged Mournful embraces as the joining feeling of a future lost unites a weakened family A mother inconsolable, treads thru meaningful memories as the smile of her lost child still freshly haunts her A fathers rage distorted, hopelessly punches walls as the embrace of a perfect daughter still freshly lingers A Family horrifically shaken, as even the stars sheds their mournful tears Why? A question tread milling through broken down spirits and scarred souls A eternally loved daughter’s memory drowning in uncontrollable tears Tear stained prayer reaching out with a healing hand as reluctant sorrow pursues a numbing soul Mournful embrace, the only solace in a wicked life’s tragedy A promising future, with love in abundance lost in a sorrowful abyss A life unnecessary lost........ not only the loss of one fragile soul
I had three Now I have one I had Happiness, Faith and Love Now I only have one To which it added Sadness What should I do with one and the Sadness? I don't quite know So I feel disoriented I travel in the darkness But the one in my chest pocket It's there And I feel the other two, that they are not there Yes two is bigger than one But the one it's still there I think I should seek the light And enjoy the one And stop wondering How would it be, with the other two as well I should tell Sadness, She could visit, but she can not stay As I still have the one And I'll do my best To make memories with the one I have As life is short and weird I would not let Sadness, Or Dispair,or Fear, Take control of it I will try my best To be thankful I have the one And even if I always miss the two I will keep wearing the shirt With the pocket at my chest Where is plenty of room for them, too
I wish I felt like you really loved me. I feel like you want to see me when you don’t have a better option. I feel like you have a secret life that you don’t want to share with me. I feel like you don’t care whether I stay or leave. I feel like you are not attracted to me. I feel like I’m doing everything to try to make this a “real” relationship. I feel like you don’t have respect for me. I feel like you are embarrassed to be seen with me. I feel like I’m nothing special or different than the hundred relationships before me. I feel needy and unwanted. I feel like you don’t want to touch me. I feel like you wish I would just be happy with a relationship on your terms and not have other needs. I feel like all I’m going to get from sharing my feelings is the response, “smh” or "this again" so I keep it to myself. I feel like you don’t really care about how I feel. I feel like I’m almost done.