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Ann P 2d
I hate
the way my heart clenching
the way myself benching

I hate
how I let myself to fall
just to catch the ball

I hate
myself
for
letting me
fall in love
once again

or
perhaps
I just hate love?
IP Jul 4
All I ask is that you
worship every curve and corner
of my imperfect soul
Sof Jun 29
You told me to jump,  
take the risk,
take the leap of faith.
I jumped out of trust,
expecting to fall right into your arms.
Instead I met hard ground,
a thin layer of rocks.
Cuts, bruises, and wounds
Crushing, suffocating pain
Yet I only cried the moment I realized you betrayed me.
Liberty is planted in the heart you know
It has taken root and flames our soul
Once a seed but now a Tree
Outstretched with Branches
For the World to See
We can Breathe, We can Conceive
Believe we can in all our Dreams...
Journey on  yes we  must
Blind at times
But still we trust
That when a rush of wind
Blows through our leaves
Safe is our Soul, Our Tree
We can Breathe, we can Conceive
Believe we can in all our Dreams.

(c) Debra Lea Ryan
19/03/2009
An inner World View perhaps...
Jeremy Betts Jun 20
I don't dare to look in the driver's side mirror
Objective issues seen seem closer than they appear
The warnings always been there
In black print on the bottom from corner to corner
Trust me, I've spent most of my forever
Glued to the rearview mirror
I wouldn't say one over the other is safer
Both lead to the inability too steer
Leaving the inevitable outcome to each pretty clear

©2024
Man Jun 17
I take good advice
Even if I don't like the source,
Because I trust in knowledge
And in the pursuit of more.
I think for myself,
Because I cannot allow others to;
Evidently, not many do.
I place my respect, like I place my trust-
As to how I pay-
When it has been earned.
Zywa Jun 10
He gave me a book

with an x in it, well, can --


an x be trusted?
Poetic fictional essay "The beauty of the husband" (2001, Anne Carson), Tango V

Collection "Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the 0s"
Jeremy Betts Jun 5
Locked out of every building down the block of trust
Left in my torrential downfall to rust
Knocked off course by a simple gust
A visual SOS is a must
But follow the flair I launch daily at dusk
And stumble across a cold and lonely husk

©2024
Jeremy Betts Jun 1
Trust might be the hardest thing ever to recover
Whether mother, father, sister, brother
Grandfather, grandmother or casual lover
The lies and deception can take a lifetime to uncover
Other times it can be right there, in your face, front and center
Something you'll regret to ignore
And these actions hardly ever, mostly never, affect the perpetrator
But they literally **** off an innocence and should be charged with ******
Instead they get to go live a good life type of forever
While I get blamed for trust issues that I have no control over

©2024
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