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SMN Oct 2016
She saved my life
and I have no clue how to thank her properly
I don't think she really knows
or how much she means to me
nor how much she's done for me
and when I try to explain it
I sound foolish and can't get my words to sound right

*(s.m)
SMN Oct 2016
you
You* saw the storm in my eyes
You heard the silence in my voice
You noticed the heaviness in my heart

It felt like everything was gonna be okay
once I opened up and started talking to
you

(s.m)
Stars falling
my eyes reach
to catch them
as light spirals
in the wind
angels dancing
with hope scented wings
give me strength
to fly again
Ravanna Dee Oct 2016
She was a different type of princess.
For all her monsters were inside her mind.
And no charming
was brave enough
to face those beasts.
So,
she had to teach herself,
that, "being saved"
started when
you began
finally
*loving
yourself
I love reading fairy tales. However, sometimes we need to learn that it's not always prince charming who can save us. Sometimes it's ourselves.
Leila The Kiwi Oct 2016
Plummeting down
Engulfed by flame

Pure white
Delicate and abundant

Now charred black
Brittle and sparse

Cradled in arms of patience
A treasure hidden from sight

Love stained tears multiply
He crumbles to the ground

Feathers of the fallen
Are carried in the breeze*

l.v.s
This poem was inspired by my cover photo (to the left on my page), I saw it and had an urge to write.

When I read this quote by my favourite poet I let out a little squeal of excitement because it matched my poem so well: "What is the point in flying, if I cannot fly with you? Cut off these wings and carry them with you, I only need them when you are here." - Tyler Knott Gregson
This is my last ride
I pray thee,
If I go one more round
I could waste away with the tide

This is my last ride
I pray thee,
If I go one more round
My carpals would bruise from ice

This is my last ride
I pray thee.
My body craved...
Gone are the days of my pride
Now I'm saved

This is my last ride
I pray thee,
My muscle ache
This serves me no snort and pancake
All I have the devil has come to take

This is my last round
I will lavish no more Pound
My soul is saved, heaven bound
I hear heaven choir, glorious sound

OD
not to do the evil things we do no more
Ronald J Chapman Sep 2016
One morning looking at an autumn sunrise;
Seeing leaves falling,
Feeling a cold easterly breeze,

Out of nowhere,
On my way to do another hard day's labor,
I saw my future standing there,

Someone out of my dreams,

I felt a connection, with you
Where have we met?
When have I met you?

Who are you?
Someone I never knew,

Someone beyond time and space,
Someone dressed in white,
Reflecting the warm rays of morning sunshine,
A beautiful Halo reflecting in your dusky hair,

Someone to fill my life with Miracles,
Someone to change my life,
Someone to replace the missing part of my broken heart,

The one who saved my life,
The one I love.

Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
(Berry Good) - Angel MV
https://youtu.be/b6tfeK4NLuU
Riptide Sep 2016
By default
Through sin
To the devil
I was in dept of This
My quaint spirit

There's an ever-growing universe of sin
One who's boundary you'll never see
No matter how deep you swim
Unreleventing your Olympic swimming skill
This vast sea of blackness
And death
In that blackness
And death
Jesus paid for my bill
To that loan shark
Strapping This, to the most buoyant life-jacket
Swimming This, out of this sea
Where This, was lost, dead and couldn't see.
Only by Choice.
Sarah Lin Sep 2016
I’ve walked the darkest path before
And many sorrows it bore
But in the dark my mine was free
And once again I could clearly see

My mind was tangled in a vine of lies
My heart was bound to an endless prize
And all along your voice was steady
Calling me home to find you ready

My thoughts were caught in a daze
My heart stopped through every faze
But once I saw your beautiful face
My body was rid of this awful place

My skin is scarred with wounds now healed
My mind is marred with thoughts now sealed
Your words are a light in the dark days
Your smile gives off brilliant rays

And in the end hope does stay
You just have to find it in the right way
Time will heal your scars
And one day they’ll shine like stars
Joy Aug 2016
don't ask him to save you.
he doesn't really want to.
he finds you emotionally overwhelming,
actually
and your castle of buried sorrows is so beyond him right now
it's not even funny.
he's got enough problems of his own.

besides, you never really believed that you needed to be saved
anyway.
August, 2016
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