There are poems inside of me, that the paper can’t handle,
Words that roar from within usually causing a scandal.
Pages and pages pour out from within,
Still losing when I saw myself to win.

Emotions rush through my eyes and lips,
Like a stormy sunset rising from the doomed ships.
On a planet in a new constellation,
I began to write in my own celebration,
Lost in the galaxies within my soul,
I vaguely slipped away from control.

My mind is eating away at the emotions surrounded,
Hers, his, yours and theirs all of them bounded.
Some borrowed, some enforced,
many thrown at me without remorse,
I prayed they would go away in due course.

I push and push away. I don’t know what will stay,
I don’t know what will sigh a relief, it’s time I choose my belief.
With blood splattered across the walls,the beauty of my mind is a terrible place to live in,
To this fragile side of me, I give in.

Most of my love poems are about people who never stayed,
you know the ones I begged for and prayed.
You think this would make me say something beautiful about love that lasts,
The people only become a leaf attached to you in your past.

When the infection comes, the calls come ringing,
‘Are you ok? What were you thinking?’
Finally a sickness that a doctor can detect,
The ones the sharp blades of tongues cause are of neglect.

I want to raise monuments of intellect,
To the nebulosity of poetry I pay my due respect.
For the ocean of words I carry inside of me must survive,
My fondness I, or you your power keep alive.

I wanted to give him the world,
But how could I when he has it all,
So I write him words,
With hope that he'll find meanings,
In every string of melancholy,
From moments we first talked,
To the hours stretched between then and now;

I wanted to give him love,
The kind that only he deserves,
As patient and honest,
As trusting and generous,
Like how he's been with his,
Care and so tender,
No matter how hard or rough things get;

I wanted him to be happy,
Even if it means I'm not the reason,
Even if it means I'm not part of his life's equation,
Because some people were meant as a lesson,
And no matter what I say now it can't be undone,
So I ask the Lord to grant these 23 prayers,
For his heart to be bursting with love,
For his soul to find a mate to hold,
For his kindness to be repaid,
For another to care for him the way he used to care,
For stars to shine in his eyes,
For only smiles and kisses to touch his face,
For no pain will ever come to him,
For success to be his middle name,
For life to go easy on him even when it's tough,
For him to love the rain more than he should,
For him to see beauty that he once beheld,
For only warmth to touch him,
For him to be safe from danger and harm,
For him to receive the good he's given,
For no one to disappoint or let him down,
For appreciation shown to him when he expects it least,
For someone to touch his soul,
For someone to share his dreams,
For someone to give him beyond this world,
For someone to see him for a blessing from the very beginning,
For him to not be taken for granted ever again,
For his effort acknowledged,
For credit given where it's due,
Especially when he's worked hard to make your dreams come true.

@byizn

May our prayers be as incense rising up
Our joys and sufferings, our longings, be a sweet perfume unto you
We bow our heads, we bend our knees
We lift our hearts and we begin to find peace.
We lift our voices and our hands
Sing together across seas and land.
Lifted up as we fall down
We, the nail in your hands, a thorn on the crown.

You are loved more dearly than you'll ever know.
Hold my hand, follow me into the light, we'll take it slow.
You're walking on the water while the waves and wind rage on
But fear not, I'll never let you go.
I have heard your cries, I have heard your prayers.
Though you forsake me, I will never forsake you.
I hold you in my hand, I hold the sun in place,
I know you, I love you, I give you my life:
Will you do the same for me?
Feed the hungry, clothe the naked, welcome the sinner and the saint.
Welcome the poor into your home and into your heart.

You do the same for me;
You make me all I am.
You raise me up to more than I can be on my own.
You fill my soul with your song,
You sing your love over my life and I'm amazed.
I'm aware of your presence, but sometimes I can't see
The greatness of your master plan and why it has to be.
But I trust you, Lord help me to believe.

Some day I'll understand the wisdom of your plan
When all will be revealed and all will be made new
When I'm finally home where I can be with you.

But until that time Lord, be with me today.
Free me from these chains that bind, be here with me always.

Amen

God always listens when you pray.
He hears every word that you say.
Your prayers and faith are important to him.
He won't let you down even if things are grim.
Some times good people feel like losers but in God's eyes, they are winners.
If bad people change their ways, God will forgive them even though they were big sinners.
If you ever think that God doesn't listen to your prayers, please remember that isn't true.
God always listens and he wants to be a part of your life every day because he loves you.

I have always had an uneasy longing to be
Godless in a world ful of Devils,

as I walk blindly down an unfamiliar road, I force my keys between my fingers,

I hear the sound of glasses breaking,
the aftershock of a fist making
contact with a jaw

someone is following me and,
despite myself, I pray

later, when I wake from the haze
of a Rohypnal dream

catch sight of my siren red bra
on a hostile floor

inhabiting a body that aches,
beating to the rhythm of a clam -
like heart

head spinning, a brain that has been
suddenly stunted,

I wonder how I could have turned
to God?

To have turned my back
on the Devils, to be caught
unawares

is this my punishment for a fickle faith?

the boy who cried wolf,
eventually burning beneath the sun

why do my legs shake with rage
at the thought of ever

praying?

Hear the following prayer
in the timbre of gratitude:

I've had enough with all the bags
in which I carry my things,
with bright screens that sting my eyes,
and with the musical strings.

My ears are sore from the machines
that change and amplify the waves;
so bring me the thoughts of poets and
bring me the prayers of saints.

Whisper the wisdom of years gone by,
of life spilled out in the streets.
My heart is weary, the weight of this world
has brought me to my knees.

There's only one thing I ask
for which to dull the pain;
bring me the thoughts of poets and
bring me the prayers of the saints.

I pray you won't like your first sip of alcohol,
That it burns your throat and swells your eyes.
I pray it makes you gag and that you hate it
Because maybe if it's painful,
You won't use it to ease pain.
Maybe if it makes you cringe,
You won't use it to numb your mind.

I pray you won't develop a relationship with tequila,
That's stronger than your bonds with friends.
I pray you'll stop drinking when your head buzzes,
That you won't let your guard down
Because maybe you won't go home with random men
Who will do nothing for you
Except pour drinks down your throat.

I pray men don't take advantage of you,
That you won't black out on Monday nights
And wake up in strangers' beds.
I pray you won't shrug it off like it's nothing,
Because it's not.
I pray you won't fill voids with liquor
Because maybe then you'll start to feel complete.

at night still wish for someone to love me
the way i've always wanted to deserve.