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Mana Mar 2015
There once was a time
I had a head and a heart
But no mind
No line
That was drawn
To protect me
From love.
From fear.

Consumed,
I wait in the grainy Fog.
It settles on my nose
Eyelashes,
Ears.

The fear is silent
Yet so loud
I cant help but scream
To overcome it.

Weary
Of this love
I want to shove it
Away

Now what do I say
To my dear friend,
My Love,
Who no longer sees me the same way?

Yet still wants to be close to me,
Pulls for me.
Calls to me.

Alas, all I see
Hear
Smell
is Fog.
Well
where is this
Hell
of a line now?

How
Do I tell
What I need.
Do I feed my heart or my mind
Do what I need, and draw this line?
Or what I want, and indulge?

The fog remains
As a stain.
The answer, I cannot find.
The all encompassing struggle between your head and your heart. To take time apart from the one you love so you can change the dynamic of viewing each other in a romantic way to a platonic way. Thus is life....
Adam Childs Jan 2015
I am the beautiful Scorpion Queen
Ruler of hidden places
Securer of hiding spaces
Buried often under rocks
Cautious of people
Who stamp over me
So I mastered the perfect sting
As those who encroach over me
I give a little ping

They say I look nasty
But I do it all for you
As I show you your true value
I will bite the hand that
Undermines you
As me and my children
Will protect your foundation
And cut the vines of envy
That strangle you
As I love sacred spaces

I lift the confusion from those
Who say all is one
But live on the outside
And trample over everyone
I cut the claws
With my jaws
Breaking the need to please

I say build your house
Before you build your city
As I preserve the
Sanctity of duality
The guardian of your cave
Protector of your temple
Keeper of your palace
A soldier who keeps on fighting
Fighting to the death
May you visit me
On memorial day
My life I feel complete
As I sew doubt splitting the world
Like a chisel into wood

But I celebrate dividing lines
And cut the white light
To give you colour
Let the rainbow shine
As I champion variety
The Goddess of individuality
As I give you difference
And hold the value of
Many shapes and sizes
I release you to your self portrait
Colourful Mosaic  
My nippers become the scissors
Of the Lord's dressmakers
As my tail does the needle work

I clear the muddled mind because
They all said you must say yes
I take away the guilt of no
Heavy shoulders weighed down by yes
And give you NO NO NO
NO to the controller
No to those who think
They know better
Dare a no to the precious Guru
For I will betray the Christ
Out of my Love for you

When they point their finger
I will make your point much sharper
I will rescue your sweet
Innocent soul  
Which can not defile
I will get my hands dirt
So you don't have to
They call me the betrayer
But what I want
Is for you to find
The real you
As my gift is
Your TRUE SELF

So much love to give
And possesses a beauty
That puts the Gods to shame
Our truly great SCORPION QUEEN
Also think of the sign Scorpio
And Judas who had a raw deal
RH 78 Jan 2015
The silence of night
Interrupted by light

The calmness of day
Corrupted by a ray

The stillness of time
Interrupted by a crime

The innocence of a kid
Taken and hid

Small voice
Little choice!

I will always protect my child's innocence
For danger can lurk in unexpected places in this dark world.

Take heed.

I will watch, look over, guard, nurture, strengthen, bolster, teach, advise, protect, fight for my kids!

I promise a childhood of love and laughter!

Touch my kids and I will swoop down like a hawk hunting a mouse and I will tear you limb from limb! For there is no greater bond in the world than the bond between parent and child.

Pure Primal Instinct.
Reanna Jan 2015
I didn't believe it this time.
I was so scared of the past
that
when it was in the palm of my hands
I was too scared thinking
again it wouldn't last.

So I pushed away the fear
and in the process you flew
having a more clear vision
I now see things anew.

I didn't quite understand
I didn't believe,
but now my mind has changed
we will beat the odds, we will acheive

Take your time please,
but when you're ready take my hand
I will show you love and acceptance
I will keep you safe when you land
Starting anew
Gul e Dawoodi Jan 2015
When*   I  wake  up  and  get  ready
For  a  new  day­  to  start
You  kiss  my  forehead  and  call  ­me,  "My  son!"
Mother  I  know  you  love  me
­And  I  am  your  only  star
I  know  you  are­  afraid  to  lose  me
And  father's  heart  throb­s  too
But I  have  to  go  outside  and  Learn­  something  new
I  see  those  protectors  who  ­beat  the  blinds
I  see  those  protectors  who  ­beat  the  children
I  see  how  they  protect  ­us
And  perform  their  duty
Mother  don't  be  a­fraid  of  this
To  die  is  my  duty
You  can­  not  protect  me  outside
They'll  beat  me  too­
If  I  fight  for  my  right
O  Mother!  Hug ­ me  tight
Because  God  knows
This  might  be  ­my  last  *night!
Protector here means Police.
Pakistan's so called Police is also no less than terrorism itself.
Calvin Watson Jan 2015
My mind's played the scene over and over again
That moment when we become more than just friends
Lying in my arms, lip locked in a caress
Let the arms protect you, safe in my fortress
Protection from the elements
Don't worry I can handle it
I long for the next time I can get there again
But for now reality knocks on my door
I answer
And there stands
"just my friend"
I want the dream to be a reality.Take a jump with me. Don't let this be the case.
oni Jan 2015
i never asked you
to start a war
for me
but you could
at least
be my shield
when my walls
come crashing down
svdgrl Jan 2015
Is fear always created?
Should it not exist entirely?

I'm beginning to realize the best way to go about this-
is not to worry if someone else betrays, cheats, trusts, loves or leaves you.
And just do as you please.
Just do what you believe.
The fear is so much bigger than what actually happens.
Pain is deep- but it goes away.
It flickers back in moments- when certain words are mentioned,
but its vocabulary depletes
as you make new memories.
Passion is beautiful.
Is it worth losing what makes you dream- smile and sing,
so you can encase yourself in protective film-
that plays backs the same memories of torment,
just to keep them from happening again?
The mind is not just a powerful thing-
it's fickle.
I'm not afraid to love you.
I'm certain there will be pain-
but ****, I have nine tattoos.
Nena Twedell Jan 2015
one grain of sand
inside one clam
The clam spends time with this grain of sand
it is nurtured
it is protected
it is valued
it is loved
it is seen as an important part of the clams life
it then becomes a pearl

Why are you so clammed up?
I'm clammed up because I am making a pearl
I am making myself my own pearl
creating my own beauty
Shining my imperfections as if they were weaknesses
I am loving myself
And protecting myself from the toxic environment the world around me can be
I am learning the value of myself
Nurturing myself
The pearl is my own sense of self.
That is my pearl
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