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Stevenk Feb 2017
My torture Is real despite what they say
The pain is real just walk with me for a day.
This torture is mine it won't go away
I can't forget it and just walk away.
Despite my plea it is still here
It is this torture that I fear
Matthew Harlovic Dec 2017
An endless darkness of eternal life!
I wanna hear the voice of consolation.
You forget all about internal strife,
dreaming a life without temptation.

© Matthew Harlovic
Blossom Nov 2017
Recall the past
Refill the glass
Relive his lust
Regret his touch
Return to life
Remember strife
Regain your loss
Retrain your thoughts
Release all stress
Redeem all left

Reveal the fear...

Recall the past
Refill the glass
Remember life
Regret all strife
Regain your drink
Realize; rethink...

Recall the past
Spill out the glass
Think of his lust
Hold back his touch
Make most of life
Be rid of strife
Though full of loss
Think happy thoughts
Always battle the stress
But have some hope left

And no longer hold fear
Amanda Shelton Nov 2017
I am no longer a slave to fear,
I suffered and struggled,
but all was lefted higher
when I let you cary me
through the fire.

I gathered my well
I built my wall’s stronger
all in your name,
I gave you all of my strife
and excepted my life.

I lived as life pushed on
harder, as is your well
and your desire.

You gave me kindling
to build my fire,
allowing my flame
to grow higher.

I have just one desire,
to live for you
and grow until
I can’t grow any higher.

You are my hope and dreams,
you bring me to my knees,
not in vain but for
strangth and exceptance.

Aman

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
A prayer and poem I wrote awhile ago but never shared. I thought I should because there might be someone who needs to read it for strength. I survived through everything I have suffered because of God. Once I lifted up all my strife life got easier. I never could get through it alone.
pixiestargirl Aug 2017
Listen; do you hear my silent sighs?
As our skin touches, I shiver, bringing me to unreachable heights.
Verses of my affection, this is what I create
In nights like these, I am a poet believing in love and fate.
Darling, I did not realize this before
Unaware of my feelings; but now I have loved you even more.
Beyond this strife, tell me everything would be all right
Show me the way, come my love, together we will fight.

— ibcn
Timmy Shanti Aug 2017
Ego
Wringing my hands
Whistling to no tune in particular
Wrestling my ego

And I’m losing
Badly
It ***** me up
Every single time
I’m onto something
Something legit
It gets in the way
Bosses me around
Screws me over and over again
Whispers nonsense in my ear
Derails my flawless plans
Turns people away from me
Makes me despicable

But if it taught me anything
Anything at all
Is that you should always keep going
Always
No matter the odds

So here I am
Still wrestling
Won't give up
August 2017
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