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InfranGilis Feb 2019
I am the Bird of Hermes,
I devoured my own wings,
And that is how I keep myself tamed.

Like a dark ghost you haunt me,
Wherever I go, your memories stalk me,

You think you knew me,
But the reality is far from the fantasy,

You have just seen the worst in me,
How would you look at me now?
A piller of strength,

One, with dangerous potential,
in the end, it's all sequential

Part of the tragedy is that life is unforgetful,
So strong that others fear my potential,

So dark and timid, yet so calm it offsets,
the storm that goes where I go,

To the point where I have to bite my wings,
And stop myself from soaring,
Cause this is not the story of Icarus,
But of the Fallen Bird that outgrew the master,

Yes, I am the Bird of Hermes,
And I devoured my own wings,
So that I remain tamed.
For all those broken souls who have found healing, but cannot help think of the dark past that shaped them.
OpenWorldView Feb 2019
Passive resistance.
With words against tyranny.
Beacon of courage.
"How can we expect righteousness to prevail when there is hardly anyone willing to give himself up individually to a righteous cause ..."

Sophie Scholl (✝ 22.2.1943)
Eloisa Feb 2019
I remember vividly for many years
We were enamored with each other
The promises we made seem real I thought
Hearts and letters were existent

God has bestowed us with such blessings
Two little angels His ultimate gifts
You were my life, my world, my everything
A wonderful man to me and our children

I didn't know what happened next
One day you said that you were home
But I saw you then with other girl
You kissed her lips, you held her close

I was afraid to ask the truth
I became blind to your deception
Tears rolled down my cheeks
A bleeding heart I needed to keep

My agony was building up
I have forgotten how it is to love
I felt so down, alone and empty
You crushed my soul, you made me crippled

I remained still a loving wife
Despite this heavy pouring rain
I tried to forget the agony and misery
I live for love, I breathe for it

I tried so hard to win you back
I gave my all, the love in me you cannot see
But then I saw you one time again
With the same girl, I died in pain

I let the tears fall down so quick
I knew your love has reached its end
The look in your eyes I can't forget
You said GOODBYE, I was in grief

I know my love is now forgotten
My hopes are ceased, my dreams are shattered
But though your betrayal cut me so deep
Your love's sweet memory, I'll forever cherish
Alysha Feb 2019
The thought of sacrifice brings to mind
Rotting human bodies
In the underground’s fiery pits

Thoughts of a punishment so severe
That the only fitting title for it
Is sacrifice

I think of backstabbing and betrayal
That will result in pain and beyond distrust

When you hear of sacrifice you think dark and deep.

This is the scene I imagine:

When I look back all I feel is regret.

Just one unspoken word is all it took to
Bring these chains to my very arms and legs

Just one unspoken word is all it took to
Bring me this unbearable torture

Seeing the red rivers fall down my arms,
I think of the rivers my friends cried.

The grimy floor
Seemingly something out of a movie
A mock reality
But this is some much more real
Something much more scary

Who would’ve known sacrifice would be this hard?
This was an old poem I have played around with. Any requests for poems I should do?
Xaela San Feb 2019
Love is a sacrifice

You'll either

risk a lifetime

fighting for it

Or have the courage

of letting it go

and move on.
I chose the second option
Those who lack compassion
Were never shown much of it in the first place.
We placate ourselves
To accept pains
We hope to never have to feel
Walk by and say what has already been done will suffice.
What good can come from personal sacrifice.
An old one
ana laag Feb 2019
I didn't know that
you will just be another lesson
that I needed to learn.
I became obsessed with the fact
that things are finally stable
even if everything's not perfect
and not going right,
I thought we could make it work
if I'll try to lower my pride
and everything
that I needed to sacrifice
Just to keep our relationship alive.
I've waited
for almost a year
for you to comeback
I promised you that.
Only to find out,
that you fell out of love.
I'm sorry.
I let you go.
Not because I'm weak,
but because it's the only way
to make you happy.
Thank you.

Nov. 17, 2017
I won't forget the feeling.
Myrrdin Jan 2019
All my life I have kneeled down at your altar
Sacrificing my innocence and self worth
A lamb who's blood would gain me favor
"the Father, from whom are all things and for whom we exist"
Yes, I worshipped you like a God I was afraid of
Old Testament wrath brewed in our home
And I readied myself to **** what I loved
As Abraham would, as sheep do for their shepherds
For I knew my creator loved me, and called me love
"For he disciplines those he loves, and he punishes each one he accepts as his child. "
By the stripes inflicted upon me I would be freed
Of this shame and unworthiness you bestowed

But it turns out "Father" does not mean "God"
Sometimes it just means "alcoholic"
Sometimes discipline just means abuse
My faith is now placed in me, and the God that made us both.
Lilywhite Jan 2019
We use to talk of all the things we loved to do:
holding hands, lying beneath the stars, our conjoining of hearts

I believed I was in love with you and yet,
I remember the day you said goodbye like it were yesterday,
erased me from your life as if everything were nothing;
A swift kick to the curb—
the nerve

I’m glad to know it’s that easy to walk away from me
and that all the things I sacrificed for you
were as meaningful as the dirt on your shoe

Thanks... No, really... thank you

For now I know what not to look for
And that’s all the characteristics in which you possess;

The v i l e,
psychologically projected fear of loneliness
Along with your tendency to hide, lie, and be promiscuous

You and all your disturbances left such a bad taste in my mouth;
so much so, that I refuse to even utter your name aloud

but I will take with me all the lessons I've well earned,
and forgive you for all the disrespect that you so gave me

oh, and yet
be rest assured that you'll see what the **** it is that I'm worth
Now go ahead and ask me if I care what it is you think of me?
yup, uhh nope, not at all
But I do pray that you learn from your past discrepancies..

why you ask...?
well see, no other girl should have to suffer
solely because you can't ******* keep it together

IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT YOU
and not everyone can build themselves back up from the devastating destruction you very well cause

you should know
that every decision creates a tidal wave
that not everyone can escape the repercussions of
January 14, 2013
Juhlhaus Jan 2019
On a misty city morning
still resolved to early rising
I came upon a heap of corpses

They were child sacrifices
made to satisfy the fancy
of Christian capitalist and pagan
and a jolly old fat man
who lives at the North Pole

They might have been

growing tall
in a field or on a hill
drinking sunlight
breathing love songs
in answer to caress of wind

But the silent pines
didn't seem to mind
their broken bodies one last gift
filling my chest with fragrant air
and longings
for fields and hills
on a misty city morning
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