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Stephen James Mar 13
it's in my hands
i can bend and shape it

through force of will
manipulate it

through breath of life
i manifest it

master techniques
through acts of patience

each page represents
mental exorcism

reshaping the minds
of the mad possessed

press the **** switch
then let the weak digress

in the ignorance of
their own shattered mess

the excuse they call a life
is trife

i've been lied to not once
but too many times

i can't find the time
to put trust in mankind

when freedom is found
when one with the mind

have faith in the soul
determined to grow

through the things that this life
has never been shown

and never expected
while always neglected

the meek will inherit
the crowns of gold

not bought and sold
this isnt for trade

never will i give in
to this price of pain

as for me and my house
we'll live without shame

this love represents
those who feel the same

it's a bond that links
and connects us

through like-minded
verses spoken

through the stress
and all the commotion

we speak peace
to mend a heart broken

praying that
this pain subsides

with every bar
and note for note

and line for line
the time has come

to be the one
to resurrect hope

because when
it's all said and done

i'm going
to be the one

that will rise in the morning
elevate with the sun

and bask in its rays
illuminate the day

the journey's just begun
a poem
if
          she let go oooooooo

the grand canyon
                                   would overflow


so she painstakingly
         bloodredbrickbybloodredbrick
                                            
        
built

        an impenetrable fortress
        to guard what once was
                        
                                           an open
                                           freely loving heart

parapets and towers abounded
        
        higher ground
        first sight
                              
                                          smoke billowed
                                          in warning

                                          gates barred
                                          archers flaming lethal weapons
                                          poised and ready

                                          catapults silently loaded
                                          and aimed


intuition hyper vigilant

                                         as she isolates herself

                                         prepared to ward off

any

                                        perceived enemies
                                        whose intent
                                        evidenced by ropes and picks

is to

                                       stealth fully cross the moat
                                       scale the tower

                                       and unloose the chaos she so vigilantly protects










[wonder


victorious
       or
   victim?]
look a little deeper, ask the hard questions.  you can never tell from the outside what is taking it’s toll on the squishy parts of a person.
Bohemian Mar 9
In your own game
Up on your native stage
How about a contender,naive
Wins o'er you,
"CHECK MATE" ?
Badshah Khan Mar 1
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 63


BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem


The Life, its kindof a board game,
Ultimate victory and imminent defeat
Are equal to both key players.


Good actions and bad deeds
Both stay morally a key player
May be differing but both are equal.


One who acts smartly he instantly wins
One who doesn't he looses, at the distinct end;
Both stay in same board!


Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Be afraid! That's when it means something to you.
The fear of starting;
when you want it but you can't have it, when you fight for it but you still lose it but that's not way scares you, what scares you is that voice that tells you to try again.
The fear of failing;
when you have it and it all starts to slip away, when all your victories start to unravel in front you and the thought of losing it all grips you so tight.
The fear of what would come after you succeed;
when you're at the top and you can't remember what the ground feels like, when the battles over but you're the only one left standing, when you shine so bright you can't see anyone else...
So be very afraid, that's when it means everything to you.
Allow me this moment to laugh
To scoff
My victory is keen
You lost in the dark
Wet
Cold
Obscene
I want to hurt you
Because I love you
I want to **** you
Because I love you
It was so easy
You were such weakling
I came right in
And shot you out
Dead
Frigid
Stolen
I want to hurt you
Because I love you
I want to **** you
Because I love you
And when you're dead
I will be back
Reborn
Alive
Together, I'll thrive
If my depression was sentient and had a voice, we would be entangled in a tragic Shakespearean romance.
Parker Poole Feb 20
I kept punishing myself for not being whole after four years
But I didn’t realize that if I never spoke about it
I was never going to get any where in my recovery
So I finally began the process to victory
It is one of the hardest things I have ever put myself through
I am grateful for each tear I am shedding
Because I know they get me one step closer to being new
For every panic attack and punishment I have done to myself
I apologize for not beginning my path to recovery sooner
I am a work in progress and I am getting better
Life can be crazy,
It's hard to drag yourself through it sometimes because you don't know why things are happening the way they are happening,
But to press on no matter what;is the ultimate win. To realise life itself is hope and to live hoping on the morrow.
Eventually things turn out fine,eventually we see the reasons why..
Do not give up,the bigger the challenge,the bigger the win. The bigger your struggles,the greater your victory!
Kate longshaw Feb 14
For years I have belonged to you,
Obeyed every command.
Although you beat me black & blue,
We walked life hand in hand....

To you, I was just a loyal *****,
You grabbed my broken heart
You wanted me down in my grave,
You are deviously smart....

I saw it that you were my all,
Sir smack and captain *****,
you laughed each time that I did fall,
And you still try to attack!

You stole my morals, drained my life,
Worse was I lost my child.
You caused me so much pain and strife
You made me ferrel and wild!

I don't fear death, I've been to ****,
Many times you dragged me down.
This time'll be different you would tell,
Give me more white & brown.

The depths of which I'd go for you,
Were nasty, *****, bad.
But I thought that our love was true
But now I see how sad!

I did blame you but now I see,
How I was very wrong,
Infact you are a part of me,
Was blinded for so long.

So now I'm armed up to the teeth,
Though you'll always be there,
Testing me, festering beneath
But you had better beware....

Coz to the surface you may pop,
Every now and then,
But I ave a big **** axe,
To give your head the chop!

Kate Longshaw **
Over the waves from Geatland came
    A mighty band and brave,
Warriors bold who took their aim
    The Danish state to save.

Grendel, the demon-foe of Danes,
    Was soon to be outmatched;
Soon was the outcast kin of Cain's
    To wish he ne'er had hatched.

Beowulf, son of Ecgtheow,
    Who here a hero stands,
Laid sword aside and kept his vow
    To fight with but his hands.

With but his hands he dealt a death
    Unto the hellish beast
Who sacrificed both limb and breath,
    And now who lies deceased.  

For Hrothgar, son of Halfdane, king,
    Giver of rings and torques,
I sing in Heorot; so I sing
    Where now no evil lurks.  

The Lord, Almighty God himself,
    On the side of Halfdane's son,
Sent Beowulf to slay the elf;
    And so God's will was done.

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