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Justin 1d
I've been waiting on top
Of Calvary Hill
Watching the whole world go by
While I'm perfectly still
And as the winds of change blow over
My soul begins to break away
But I'm holding for the moment
My suffering will end

I'm waiting
Waiting
I'm waiting
Waiting on top

I'm waiting in the darkness
Of a bottomless pit
Crying out loud to my brothers
As they walk away
And as the silver falls into their hands
My heart begins to break
But I'm holding for the moment
My suffering will end

I'm waiting
Waiting
I'm waiting
Waiting in the darkness

I'm waiting in the desert
Of a foreign land
Driven from my home
By the kingdom of man
And I can still hear their screams
I have to leave them behind me
But I'm holding for the moment
My suffering will end

I'm waiting
Waiting
I'm waiting
Waiting in the desert

I'm waiting in the valley
In the shadow of a man
Curses leave his lips
As a stone leaves my hand
I bet my life on a promise
And I'm holding for the moment
My suffering will end

I'm waiting
Waiting
I'm waiting
Waiting in the valley

I'm waiting in the furnace
The flames roaring high
Condemned to be burned
For the King I can't deny
Though the world believes I'm done
My battle has already been won
I'm not alone
And we're holding for the moment
My suffering will end

I'm waiting
Waiting
I'm waiting
Waiting in the fire

I've been waiting on top
Of Calvary Hill
Watching the whole world go by
While I'm perfectly still
And as the winds of change blow over
My soul begins to break away
But I'm holding for the moment
My suffering will end
It doesn’t seem to fade
Nor ever cease to invade
you never care to confront
Nor ready to take the brunt

Bring that side of yours
Dipped in biting cold
numb and growing old
Running afar from life

Let those waves from the ocean
Which lost its way to the shore
tickle those buried emotions
Which never kissed your eyes

Hold that scar with grit
Feed thy love till it chokes
And being it back to life
Than it was ever before

While the scar seems to fade
Slowly comes the wound
The one you can feel
The one only you can heal
Its about those unhealed wounds which have turned to scars. A poetic attempt to take those scars back in time to the stage of wound and heal them with love!
LRF Jun 25
I need a bouquet of words today - 'Need', Jack Davis

I need more
than a bouquet of words,
I need a palette, a spectrum, a field -

words that unmask
the deep, faint whimper
that starts in the darkest part of us;

phrases that capture
the fingers of god
that even the Renaissance men
could not define with their brush;

adjectives that run
over
lines
leaping in the imagination
from far flung country to nearby history;

verbs that mimic
the hand's shakiness, the voice's tremor.

Bouquets are grown, arranged
for delicacy, for fragrance -
but words
are the grit
and the texture
of life.
June 2020
OnceWasAskim May 13
You’d be proud of me Askim.
I know it didn’t turn out how you wanted.
Work **** well saved me from destruction. From myself.
And I’ve been crushing it.
I may still get crushed, but **** me, I’ll die trying.
What else is there now that you’re gone forever?
There’s just an empty black hole. And a fire that burns me alive.
Rozana Feb 5
IT passes. Unevenly into abyss. Even when seemingly impossible. Especially when least expected. Life’s ragged and sharp edges that would catch and tear at my fingertips, now feel like smooth curves and dips when I trace over them. The resonance of defeat fades fast to a low hum. I too, sink deeper to foster a new appetite. Unsure, I wander further still. What can I forgo for the distance I desperately need from this. Darkness whispers to me knowings of certain failure. Maybe. But maybe my desperation to escape this confinement is far much louder. I pursue a particular moment, and the urgency of this probe was not here before. That moment when all the decay has been released from my tight grip and I can exult in the serenity that has begun to take over me.
Justin Mar 8
They said the road ahead
Wouldn't be easy
I will be challenged and
Counted out
And that expectations
Would weigh me down
My life has only one path
That can be taken
But I'll prove them wrong

If I've got to burn
I will burn brightly
Like a dying star
I'll go supernova
If I've got to leave it all behind
I'll fill the sky, up high,
With color and splendor

I'm going to move beyond
My doubts and demons
I won't let them dim
The brighter side of me
I'm more than my darkest moment
I can't be defined
I cannot be molded
I'll take the path less traveled
And learn about the meaning
Of prices and values

If I've got to fall down
I will get up
Like a phoenix from the ashes
I'll be reborn
If I've got to let go
I'll fly high on wings
Like eagles

I'll fly high as the sun
Mikhael Jan 7
DISCLAIMER:
This was the moment I felt like I've lost hope and any chance of being well. Hello Poetry allowed me to communicate my thoughts with others during those times I felt I was most alone. This was never published, because I lost interest in this account, and at the time I thought it was pointless. However, I slowly reminded myself of my worth. I slowly picked myself up, and decided in that moment that I will never let another person's thoughts or feelings towards me decide how I will live and experience this life that I was given. I reached out to people who I long forgotten and opened up to those who I trust. I found my support system who until this day are the same people who I can run to without judgement during those times that I feel vulnerable.

I lost many "friends"; betrayed by my own flesh and blood; and felt lost most of the time when I needed to find myself. I keep a smaller circle, but it took some getting used to after being a person who kept a lot of people around himself for most of my life.

All that being said. I hope that this can be a reminder that losing everything you thought was good in life is not losing everything at all. At the end of the day, no matter how bad the situation, we can all find another reason to keep going if we only dig deep, trust, and believe in ourselves.

For what it's worth,
I lived for you;
However, my existence ceased to be,
Because of you.
Colm Dec 2019
When I lose myself, in the quiet, I go
I dig till the tin scrapes rock and Orr
Find soil in the sand and make it so

In my sign, unfound
Reach down into the well for a drink of cold
Pluck stars from the sky once young and align

It is not enough to claim these seas, my own which roll
And boats that turn on waves a dime

No
What I do in each moment is this

To the pit of my stomach I reach
I grind
Intimidating much?
F A Pacelli Aug 2019
you deserve your best
it is your right to achieve
but your responsibility also
the world owes you nothing
take (or create) what is yours
forge your weapons
win the wars you wage
but remember to respect
the freedom of others
lest it comes back to you
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