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Jesse Adams Jul 2015
I looked to heaven today and I found God, to my surprise
He was pointing at me and laughing
Watching me spiralling.

He thought it ironic how I said I didn't believe in him.
He wasn't offended even a little bit
But he let me know that he didn't believe in me either.

I can't blame him, I don't reach out or try to talk to him anymore
And the only times I say his name are all in vain.
Even now, I'm slightly ******* him off by not capitalising "H"s or calling him "Lord".

Then again, I doubt he gives a **** about grammar or what I think.
Yesterday was a long day with no relief; today is likely the same.
Mary Generic Nov 2014
I came to a field where the winds echoed the sound of your voice

And I wept

Sowing the seeds of sorrow with regret

Wait for me

But your voice fell upon deaf ears

I am asleep at the helm of my ship

Covered in mounds of vegetation not fit to feed even the wicked

WHERE ARE YOU

I cannot hear the sound of my voice, neither can I dig you out from this sick soul pit

I fear you are drowning

How do I pull you to shore when there is no shore to be seen?

How can I find you inner child, if you are so unwilling to find me?
kay Nov 2014
A lifetime of wrongs
Wrought by insensitive hands.
Grasping like prongs
And, well, as it stands,
I'm ******* ******.
There's nothing left but this.
All the chances, you missed.
So give my fist a kiss.
You're gonna bleed, you're gonna die
I'll burn your past, I'll skin you live,
Before you open that mouth and ask "why",
I don't care, take a ******* dive.
I can't stand you breathing
You made me mad, and don't you see?
It all ends, in a ****** wreathing.
And you bet your *** you'd better be scared of me.
mark john junor Aug 2014
forgiveness
the empires silk wraps the parchment
blue and gold ribbon of such regal device
but this neat folded apparel
tangles in my mind
with fog of memories frame
door table tray
the parchment bears the blessings
but the ink is as black as his heart
cold as his intent
child i was
child no more
forged instrument misshapen
blunt
a single paper cup of jungle juice spilled
haphazardly on the clean lines
the parchment adorned with the
phrase and emblems of republic
stained with my child's mind
child i was
child no more
JadedSoul Aug 2014
Why do people get married?
Really! Why even bother?
Hopes and dreams
These, all couples share -
A hope for a better future

But after "I do ",
hopes and dreams
turn into Expectations.
Instead of love and passion
Instead of nurture and care
We're held in a debt/debtor state
Until the end of our future

You said, you promised...
Nothing unconditional here!
No better than borrowing from the bank,
Held to imagined debts.
Love ceased.
Love died.
Love made way for a contract -
a sword of expectation

Forgiveness is highly conditional
extended perhaps once,
every 5 blue moons

Instead, let's keep all transgressions
in a special treasure chest
Instead of that love *******
Let's refuse to forgive
instead of together building a nest
Let's allow hatred to fester
pixels Jul 2014
I bite my tongue
and taste every ******* excuse you made
josh wilbanks May 2014
I am a person hiding in another. I scream but no one hears. I may only whisper,
when they let me. When i get them to drink enough or they want me to take the pain of the blade. Thats how i met her. She gave me the strength to stay.

Then she left.
And took my strength.

They punished me for holding them back. Imitated me and won her over. Then let Him out. He just wanted to impress her with His necklace. I screamd but she couldn't here. The belt only got tighter around His neck when she tried to take it off. He didn't know what was wrong. He wanted her to smile. He grabbed her. "Whats wrong?" She wriggled. "Whats wrong?" He squeezed. "Whats wrong?!" She broke free. "WHATS WRONG?!"

He only wanted to help.

I screamed blood from my knife when she never came back.
I don't blame her.
I will never forget that night.
She will never forgive that night.
I don't blame her.
The marks are still there.
Hers and mine.
I don't blame her.
The look of pure fear..
The look of my heart.

I don't blame her.
Alot of my poems are about this night. The worst night. The night my depression finally won.
KarmaPolice May 2014
Why do I feel so cold?
Years have passed, the longing for you to hold

...is gone,


The beautiful rose,
decomposed into the soil,

The sun leaves me in abandonment,
A stranger lies beneath, once a devoted wife


....now a lying cheat.


I want to forgive, but time has twisted my heart,
No answers in prayers, my dreams

...too long we’ve been apart.


One day our paths will cross,
I will lie amongst you once more,
Your weathered memory concealed

...by the unforgiving moss.
He found out about the affair, long after she was buried there.

— The End —