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Ceyhun Mahi Sep 13
Not ******'s wealth, nor faith of Abraham,
Both here and there, defeated's what I am.


Forensics will find my DNA
I just know it;

Like there's a dead body somewhere,

     I can feel it

******' with little Farty
is anythin' but a party..

There is a death somewhere
        ..I am covered in dread

Baby's either commin' alive
or I've made her dead

   I can feel both
while layin' in bed

My head, young love..
Baby, my head, head, head. :(
(this mutherfuckin, all-consuming dread)

I'm hurting
Everything I do..  even at work.. creates this all-smothering dread

https://youtu.be/yTCDVfMz15M
If I leave, keep writing

xo
The uncertainties that divorce hope,
A nun's prayer of guilt
And the absolution of sins be-glorified by a Pope,
Rosary & water for sprinkle
A sermon shared at mass,
A wholesale of faith twinkle.

ROMAN 🍂🕊️
Romans
Maria Diola Aug 18
Giant-slaying faith
Has no respect for defeat
Ready for a great feat
(I Samuel 17:45‭-‬47) Then David said to the Philistine, “You come to me with a sword, with a spear, and with a javelin. But I come to you in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel.... This day the Lord will deliver you into my hand, and I will strike you and take your head from you.  ...for the battle is the Lord’s, and He will give you into our hands.”
''Faith or logic pick a side.''

They cant coincide I've tried.

This is hard I'd rather die,

Than decide which one I like.
Maria Diola Aug 11
Mountain-moving faith
Throws the problem into the sea
Grabs hold of victory
“Have faith in God,” Jesus answered. “Truly  I tell you, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in their heart but believes that what they say will happen, it will be done for them." (Mark 11:22‭-‬23)
Some days i cannot help but question my faith,
And ponder if the bible is true or fake,
Or if Christ the saviour is the only way.

Perhaps Yahweh is a man-made diety,
Made up to decieve broken spirits like me.

Yes what I uttered is considered blasphemy,
But all Christians hath doubts occasionally.
Help me,
My heart has become so heavy
My thoughts have been clouded by thick hurt
My past has found my safe haven
And my life has become distant from living
Help me please.
I’m tired and frail
Unable to feel, unable to care
Hate and ignorance has filled my cup
And no longer am I allowed to be sober
Help me please,
I’m scared,
My tears have changed
No longer can I see them, but feel them everyday
Running down my breast
I feel the filling up of my belly
But no feeding has been done
Help me I beg of you
I am giving up
Loosing my bet I made with my shadow
I don’t want to die
But I can’t find any other comfort to rely on
We once shared the same songs
If I'd focus, I could hear what you hear
All I needed was to let my heart act as a sail
You made me let go of fear

My faith has gotten stronger
The storm has turned into a nervous song
A song of the rain has morphed into a shelter of the mind
This power can right the wrongs in my life

But this planet will die, and so will the vile
So I talk all night about something pure
You will see that I have a life
I can't lie to you, you know I'm broken and poor

You have created a hole in my heart
There is a hunger that aches for your art
But I have waited too long to not start
I joke to everyone that she's **** smart

The wind changes speeds and the cities fall asleep
I could go oceans deep and search for that storm
But my power signals that this calmness runs deep
Let this moment of silence stay between us
I'm trying to write something that I can be remembered by. But I find that the harder I try, the more I am distanced from my goal. I think the goal is to write something that means something to you. If it means something to others, that is a bonus.
Here still, words like hair unkempt,
Potent poison taking slowly to the grave,
The heart, in its silent scream,
Perhaps a last ditch will amount,
To fruitful ends, honey and milk,
How lithely you go about,
I melt,
Love is without words,
A mute man's voice,
And here silence to the deaf.
I have sat still, with all this love inside, why I could not share with you is unknown, maybe it's fear, maybe you won't love me
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