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Brandon Amberger Feb 2018
Your struggles in the present, are quite often laughs for yourself in the future.
Star BG Jan 2018
Snow is falling in mind.
The wet kind with emotions to match.
Puddles of water turn to ice,
finding myself lost in crystal cave.

Chilled to bone my senses feel inundate,
as doubts and fears surround hanging as if icicles.
And trust is evasive like sun blocked by clouds.

I'm in a world off balance
where breath becomes labored
and life is almost a lost prospect.

I lie between two realities.
One where I dream of being free.
One in-prisoned with pain and fears.

I pray before alter
morning , noon, and night
surrounded by crystals
and fragrances of oils
meant to aid.

I pray that all demons within leave
quickly so I can resume life stronger
with purpose to serve mankind.

I pray storm leaves soon,
and ice thaws,
as I hold on with every ounce of my being
and struggle continues.

My only hope is to align
and let go connecting
to Divine Self for relief.

My only hope is to trust and breath deep
to get heat from heart to melt away untruths.

Hope begins to float unlocking my senses
to know I am divinely taken care of
even if I don't understand.

I ask with urgency.
When will I be free inside peace?
Answer comes in sleep time
with
Peace when souls surrendering journey
is fully healed and one
knows all will be well
inside the orchestration
of source.
Inside Gods bed.
I started this a few days ago and finished it now. Here it is. I know we all are going through struggles to align with the new energies. I send blessings to all struggling in hopes that it will pass soon.
Phenomenological Jan 2018
An age of silent desperation
Reaching to that beyond mention
A call for words in a stream so sickly sweet
Milk flowing below my feet
Children rejoice in a world of snow
White silk slipping and swirling as I row
Through screams and shouts that echo
In the chamber of my dreams
Skylar Keith Dec 2017
"You're very reserved lately"
...
"Did you have an argument?"
No
"This time of year I was studying for my finals the most"
'Congratulations' ...
"What's your plan?"
...
"Won't the trip, if it happens, pressure you?"
No
"Your mood..."
Yes
"Are you having trouble getting out of bed in the morning?"
No
"I have choir tonight"
Okay
"I'm tired"
I can see that
"Really? I'll rest before dinner then"
Okay

I want to cry
anotherdream Dec 2017
When life is thrown at you and hurled too fast,
You can’t even see, or even look past,
The struggles that hit you so evenly.
They leave no room for purpose or meaning.

I tried to color inside life’s challenging lines,
But realized quickly there’s not even enough time,
To draw what was always invisible.
The colors I used are not even giveable.

When you ask my name, and what you should call me,
I ignore the preference because it’s not worth recalling.
I’m just another lonely boy in a lonely world,
Where emotions and hardships are suddenly hurled.

The impact they cause is too painful to describe.
But if you felt what I felt, you’d know how I’d die.
It jabs you in the heart and never stops stabbing.
Yet I’m still standing here, my heart still beating,

It gives all it can give, pumping every bit of blood.
It doesn’t give up and just give up trying,
For it knows it’s ultimately dying.
It pumps as long as the sun is still rising.
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.
Sand Oct 2017
Sunlight burns my face everyday
Yet I am cloaked in shadows

Even the moonlight burns my face
But all around me is still dark

I am a lonely soul, around the world I roam
Searching for acceptance, searching for home
I'm really lonely in spite of being surrounded by so many people in my immediate surroundings
Lilly O Oct 2017
Anxiety is a monster
Inside my mind
Its claws scrape my skin.
It tongue traces my
Clock and rewinds
Its red eyes glow
When I grin
Makes me wonder
Who I am?
When it’s angry
I aspire to change
My body vibrates
Like a crashing wave.
My nails
Nip and pick
My head spins
My hands are in my hair
Pulling from the stems.
Anxiety you are a beast
You live inside me
Burrowing deep enough that
You are a part of me
You are the roots and I am the tree.
Anxiety is a real life struggle that seems to stay in the background. To anyone struggling you are not alone always try to remember that.
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