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SYL Nov 16
I trust You, Lord
With all my heart, I surrender it all
With all my strength, I let go of the heavy burdens
And with all of my soul, I trust Your deliverance.

My pain today will no longer matter
As You bring justice to every fault
That the enemy has done over me.
You will punish him with all Your might
And all the glory that he tries to steal from You,
Will all be restored to Your so deserving throne.

Oh, Jesus
When I speak of Your Name
I know that You alone are my strength
The source of my hope
And you lit back my lamp stand
So I won’t fail as I wait for Your return.

The oil that You pour
Should be enough for me
Even if my eyes are sometimes swayed
To look after me —
There You are
Bringing me to my knees
So this mess that I see
Will be brought to praise Your Holy Name.

Your yoke is not heavy,
So I lay down my own life
It is You who has rescued me
So what more could I ask?


If I see myself in the mirror
With tears in my eyes
All of these that has shed
Is the reason for my strength.

Oh Lord, in Your mercy
I will crawl on my knees
To be back in Your Kingdom
And no one would no longer get me out
Of the Home You have prepared for me.
emily Oct 20
I didn't realise that my childhood was wrong
Until I left the cage of my 4 walled bedroom.
I thought all my emotions were wrong and invalid
Always apologising
Sorry I shut the door to my bedroom,
Sorry I woke up too late,
Sorry i haven't clean my room in forever,
Sorry I left food on my plate,
Sorry i haven't showed emotions in a while
Sorry I answered when i should have stayed quiet,
Sorry I questioned your authority.  
I'm sorry I kept forgetting that I'm lucky to even be here.
This room a luxury
This bed a luxury
This food a luxury
A roof over my head a luxury
People that care for me are a luxury.
What a luxury to be afraid in this home
Black Petal Sep 23
There is a plot of land near my home which once housed an abundance of flora and fauna.

Turtles, birds, rabbits, snakes, wild dogfennel, pines, periwinkles, alamandas and southern river sage thrived in this space which now boasts only an open plot of beige mounds, cement cylinders, and monstrous machines.

I grimace at its "progress" daily.

Across the street, a large patch of wildflowers sit up and gaze upon this scene.

Day after day,
Erupting from the blue-eyed grass,
A family of spanish needle
and Mexican petunias
turn their blooms toward the beeping and the clunking of machines.

White peacock butterflies and red-tipped dragonflies dance around the feeding bees.
I see this, and am reminded that there will always be destruction and there will always be greed. And we can lose ourselves in the sadness of it and become hopeless, angry, and bitter, or we can be like the flowers and continue to provide and bloom
in the face of it.
CIN Sep 15
Pack your things in a box painted blue
In a shoe box you found in the back of the closet
Your school bag and the purse your sister loved
We are leaving behind the memories
Leave these cold nights and drive through the woods
Find a lake to drown in and throw your family picture in too
Get out of the water still breathing
Still just barely alive
We can kiss under the stars
Love in the night as we leave everything we once knew
Home doesn't have to be a place
And it sure as hell isn't a person
But maybe the feeling you give me is
Lets thrive on nothing my dear
We can be more than just our family
Become the stars with me
I'd like to burn
i'm back in school again, i wrote this in history class sitting next to quite possibly the most beautiful stranger I've ever seen.
For him
You left your home
For him
You forget your comfort zone
For him
You bid goodbye
For him
You adjust yourself
For him
You open up
For him
You surrender

Ask yourself
For her
What did he do?
If "nothing"

You are too vulnerable
Sorry, it's not love
Without any sentiment
Plz. roar
nrrrrh..........nrrrrh
Like that

And there is a way
Genre: Observational
Theme: Liable
For him
You left your home
For him
You forget your comfort zone
For him
You bid goodbye
For him
You adjust yourself
For him
You open up
For him
You surrender

Ask yourself
For her
What did he do?
If "nothing"

Sorry, you are too vulnerable
Sorry, it's not love
Plz. roar
nrrrrh..........nrrrrh
Like that
Genre: Observational
Theme: Liable
Khoi Aug 11
Home heaven halo
a squirrel peeks through the hole
the Acorn stairway
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