I thought God was calling me until I realized my phone was dead and
my brain was just reverberating the ringtone that was ingrained in my head next to your name.
I'm so fucking lame, because
it was just the static along with the 100 miles with no signals.
a you showed me what love was when I thought my savior had left me.
I thought you were the one, darling..
only to have you smash my heart as much as my fucking phone screen.
it's okay though,
I have my network to back me up after you left me.
so more more dial tones.

Baby you make me wanna sing
Since all my happiness you bring,
And for only you I kneel
To show you how I really feel
So will you wear this diamond ring?

She could have released me
But I wouldn't die
And she knew this well
Her crimson eyes

When I took everything
And made for the door
She swallowed my smile
She spat fiction on the floor

She was wearing my ring
And it stung my face
Slashed across my cheek
With practised grace

I could snap her olive branch
And perhaps I will
Our last pleasant day
The end, distilled

She was a whistling witch
Living beneath the lake
And she turned her boys
To water snakes


And I wasn't a man
Just a little baby
When I took her hand
And took her keys  


I let myself inside
And just slept it all off
The hideous bed
Her clothes aloft


I want to steal her ring.

hadi hindieh Mar 25

I was walking through the dark,
Suddenly there was a light,
My heart jumped,
My lungs collapsed,
My eyes got heavy,
I woke up,
There is a beautiful girl
Standing infront of my weak body,
Her gorgeous hands reaching out,
She handed me a Ring,
hold it tight,
Keep it in sight,
And never cry
.
Said the girl with the ring.
The Girl With The Ring,
It was a beautiful thing,
Whenever there is no light
in the dark nights,
I hold the ring tight,
And close to my heart,
My day becomes bright,
Just like a fresh start,
I pray to God
That wherever you are,
All you have to know is,
You are the star,
That got me back up
For a fresh start.

God bless your soul.
Delta Swingline Mar 21

Growing up in a Christian home, you'd expect someone like me to have committed myself to working for God since I was 4 or 5.

Aha...

But no. I used to think that too.

I was 11 and it was the middle of the night. I was crying and sweating bullets calling out to God to save me. This is the kind of thing I will not be required to explain to a skeptic or somebody who questions why I do thing the way I do. I have never been very open about faith during my life. But this isn't about me.

Let's talk about something else, so there's this guy, Isaiah. A prophet, said to have understood and described the mystery of Jesus. Something people today would never figure out. Isaiah would prophesies the future in such a way that you wouldn't know he was talking about the future. He wrote songs about the revelation songs... I write songs...

I know a little boy at my church, his name is Isaiah, and part of me wonders if he will write song, or poetry praising God along with it.

Let's talk about silver, a metal used as currency, or plates written on in biblical times, and its brother metal gold, is seen in the garden of Eden, where everything was perfect.

Gold is seen as perfection. Heaven paved the streets with it, can you imagine the glory? But no, silver, seen as second place to gold, seen as "not-as-pure". Because silver will tarnish right? I am silver, tarnish is my sin, I will never be gold in this skin.

And Isaiah was silver turned gold by God and now Isaiah, you are on silver, printed with your own words.

Here me now:

Written in Isaiah Chapter 55 verse 9.

"For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways, and My thoughts higher than your thoughts." Says the Lord!

This is not to say that because I am religious that I'm better than anybody. This is to remind myself that I am to be humble, and human, and silver.

Not perfect by any means, but working towards a life I've needed since that night when I was 11.

I am human, and Christian, and nothing can change that. this silver reminds me that I'm not perfect.

This verse reminds me...

That I still have work to do.

I wear a silver ring on my left hand with "Isaiah 55:9" as the inscription.
Dhaye Jan 21

The feel,  the touch on my skin
Brings ecstasy to last forever
I feel your love all over me
Kisses so sweet and tender

The dreams,  the promises we made
Carry me to a wonderland
I see myself walking with you
On a beach walking hand in hand

This fairytale inside my heart
A prayer I always sing
Your words of love bring me to tears
As I look in this silver ring

Love always...
Poetic T Nov 2016

I took one last drag of that cigarette and
couldn't help but see the irony I was going
to quit, but now as I inhaled it exited through
the hole in my chest, It was the weirdest sensation.

I knew I was dying but I had one dirty pleaser,
its not like it was going to kill me, I had tried
so many times to blow smoke hoops... I wonder if I
could blow one out my chest, I giggled as blood dripped.

I thought what the hell and with my last ounce of strength
inhaling what ever air would still cling to my lungs, I
breathed out, and there it was a bloody smoke ring.
It took deaths last gasp to get it right ...

I died with a smile on my face in a land not of my own,
but I know I did this so they would be safe, do you realize
that I had passed, but I did a smoke hoop I died
with a cheesy grin on my silent face..

Vida Crow Nov 2016

You hold my hand
and sing ashes, ashes,

We run to the forest,
fingers burning.

(I blow mine out)

You sing we all fall down,
and the world is a pyre

Eleanor Rigby Nov 2016

I have dreams that I once was
A free majestic albino peacock,
Jewellery trapped under a rock.
I have dreams that I never was.

I have dreams  that I once was
An old tree covered in snow,
Winds that took an eastern blow.
I have dreams that I never was.

I have dreams that I once was
A poor little drowning fish,
A silver ring left to tarnish.
I have dreams that I never was.

I have dreams that I once was
A lot of things and one thing,
But I never was anything.
I have dreams that I once was.


--Watercolour

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