#firm
you dangle your love before me
and ****** it away
you call it funny
I say it's cruel
you make me take pictures for just you
and you take "sharing is caring " to the next level
you say you love me but only when your needs are met
those needs that are mere wants and reckless desire
Shame drowns me
as i walk through the halls
fingers point
eyes stare
I search for you
i search your eyes for remorse
remorse ?heh it's not there
you won't even look at me
i am stuck in darkness
but in this darkness there is light
I am that light
and i will overcome
the pain and sorrow you have drowned me in
You may not love me
but someone loved me sooo much he died for me
another loved me soo much without even setting her eyes on me
she put her body to the test
pushed it to its limits
ripped herself apart just so i could survive
So now I will love me
i will fight through the laughter
the shame
and when i cannot go on any longer
He will fight for me
and I will hold my peace
i will witness your reward for your act of' care 'towards your friends
I will endure my punishment for my foolishness
I will stand with my head upright
I will stand with my head upright !
never daring to let my chin down
and i will witness his salvation
I have been called
a ****
a **********
a disgrace
but to him I am chosen
Redeemed
loved
valued and his people
I AM HIS
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 5:50 PM UTC
Making choices may be difficult at times
However, we cannot simply rely and depend on being bias
There are circumstances, situations, and dealings
That making a choice is really a must.
Think of whatever choices you will make
This will avoid regrets in the future.
If unexpectedly you made a wrong choice
It is still fine.
We learn from these errors
Which make us wiser and confident
The choice is yours to make
Stand firm by it.
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 12:50 AM UTC
In the haze of it's flames
a man laid under Canopies
of burning light of a siren
cutting through the smoke
as if it was paper.
Their voice, flooded with drought
loss of input
they weren't able to speak
nor breathe
it was suffocating
the texture of the brittle
firm cement, under their cheek
Thus all they had left
was a broken requiem
of a better day.
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC
there she hangs
my most appealing branch
bonding with a full-grown oak tree
what a fine firm fit
she enjoyed splendid foothold
one could say
according to her blooming children
far from decay
and her healthy membrane
enveloping the sturdy stem
that no wind can shake
silently screaming
pick me, pick me!
fine
I will pick you
as long as you promise me
one last time
that you will stay
firm
never let go
so I can
fit
like my head in god's bulge
as I hoist myself onto oblivion’s clasp
into the deadliest of heavens
I’m tired
untie
when you find me
untie
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 5:23 PM UTC
In the need of a loan,
Let’s meet some officers who must not a con.
Mr. Terrier, the senior one,
Always FRISKY and care for none.
The morning routine starts so early.
Trying to look DAPPER with hair curly.
The skin of brown and polished BOOT
I tried to look professional and cute.
The meeting started and Officer looks firm.
Presented us with all the loan term.
The terms we agreed and the agreement signed.
Now the chores are done and an assistant is assigned.
The assistant looks like as young LAD.
Hope he had all the experience and be true to our FACE.
The day went well and now time to sleep.
There must be some dream, waiting long deep.
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 4:24 AM UTC
I stared with no expression
at the white light
and wondered about black and red.
I wondered what I would do if
things went all but soft and white.
I felt I would wither,
helpless,
weak,
useless.
But
I decided to keep myself happy,
I decided I would put white silk cushions
in my heart's cave
and would invite the rain and winds
to smother me
with cool love
and keep me soft.
-storm-
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 4:07 PM UTC
Flow through my dry hair,
Enrich me with your strength,
Kiss me on my cheek softly,
And let me grow into a grove over you.
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 4:23 PM UTC
I can keep up
So shut up
I may seem weak
But that’s just me bein meek
Quit with the talk
Don’t be so shocked
The truth is you don’t know
What’s buried down low
So back down
Because you don’t know what you unbound
You’re tuff stuff
But I’ll tear you apart, I don’t bluff
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 10:57 PM UTC
I yearn for days wasted in my youth
Had not known the value of each one
Wishing back summers hanging from tree limbs
Those unpolluted seasons are done
Dimensions of yesterday remembered in color
Dappled spectrum of greens and blues
Berries picked preciously with eager pleasure
Firm trail wild beneath worn shoes
The thing I wish I knew back then
What matters most is today
Failed to appreciate my younger years
Best times of my life I just let slip away
I can't help but think about it each and every day
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 5:44 AM UTC
Just a blind man can have faith
In the firmness of world beneath his bed
So also will I believe in steadfastness of my God
And that I will arise anew each day
To begin again
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC
i know him too well —
the sweaty palms
the wobbly knees
the trembling voice
he sits with me in therapy
scowls at me, clawing his nails into my arms
growls through gritted teeth:
“quit talking about me.”
and the floor tilts underneath.
i do not flinch/shrink/cower;
i remain firm/secure/composed
because now,
my tongue is an ammunition
i am no longer afraid to exhaust.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 7:58 AM UTC
the second i turn firm
im afraid its too harsh for you
when you bumped against me
did you bruise?
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
There are footsteps
drawn in rainwater
that float on the floor
that was once firm and solid
but now cracks under my every step.
The rain and storm
must have brought him here.
The never improving
weather of his heart.
Did he find what he came for?
How long he must have stood here?
Was it still raining when he left?
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
a Norwegian
fjord did
cut their
axel's hairpin
in the
row of
tundra that
Lapland was
their arcane
balloon on
Aegean shore
if Barents
Sea burgeoned
dialect herd
yelp in
Mike Pence
with accord.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
a complement of three legs
kept the realm in a wobbly
modality
to have had a fourth one
would give an upright
totality
as this important limb
was missing in a forgotten
land
the locale disintegrated
like a pan of moving
sand
the domain being beset by
ills too many to
mention
hence the citizens cried out
for another pole's
attention
a trio of pegs weren't
stable nor
strong
they did violently
shake minus the quads firm
prong
sometime in the future
the whole thing might just
brace
if a solid pin is attached
onto the
place
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 5:40 AM UTC
A floater
As my only life line
The only safe choice
Is to be patient
Despite being thrown into the mass
Of nothing but unpredictable waters
It is involuntary to keep my heart at bay
And never stop kicking
It is a given fact that
Everything will be so much easier
If I'd just drown
But what fun will that be?
I am too prideful to give up
And even at the end
If I am to meet unfavorable outcomes
I might trip
Everybody trips at one point
Question is...
Which of us will keep on standing?
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 2:33 AM UTC
They were warriors!
They were conquerers!
Their innocence was their power
Faith in the unseen was their tower
They were stiff and brave
Facing those dangers grave
Fierce, bold, 60 in strength
Through the arab's length
Against 60 000, wasn't fair competition
Victory, Almighty's will is final decision
Nothing but death could undo them
Mountains would shiver before them
Loud majestic slogans filled with sheer belief
Their cruel battle wounds would bear relief
Extreme loyalty to the mercy of the world
The firm faith had their paths all pearled
All merciful and kind
Brotherhood had them bind
(!)
Closest of all to their master
Clenched tightly to the rope
Revived the prestigious chatter
Struck the hearts, rays of hope
(!!)
Courageous, brave and bold
One enough to stun the enemy lines
Today, sword's in Umer's hold
Leave them drying, bottles of wines
(!!!)
When became, came with eyes the shame
Free heartedly gave away dinars in tons
For aware were they of secrets of the game
Amazed others with their attributes and stunts
(!V)
Father of quotes, vast oceans of knowledge
Came to personal revenge, fell the spear
Spent sweat n blood for Truth's
*******
Dark halls crippled, when slogans they'd hear
__________
Spreaded love, devotion, examples of loyalty
No one is superior, turned to ashes royalty
Left others impressed by their decorum
Transformed the world for good in totality
_F.A Teeri
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC
I work for Jones & Co.
You are likely somewhere down below,
I have grown used to this unnatural height.
Once, here, as a younger man, I read articles,
working on cases just long enough to cultivate indifference.
My first firm party, I was made to wear an ivy laurel.
We were mingling on the penthouse deck,
when a gust unceremoniously removed it from my head.
Jones is a superstitious man,
he has a dream-catcher above his office door.
He designed a vaulted spiral staircase on our fifty-first floor.
The one separates Jones from his company,
the other, us from below.
Five years of billing in six minute blocks,
labyrinthine increments, Herculean costs.
A kind of optic chiasma where the nerves cross and people get lost.
B.E. Twain
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
The things i can't control
I need a firm grasp
But i keep slipping up
What do i do to counteract these phenomenons?
It's like the Bermuda Triangle, i have no idea.
My ignorant side still wants to find out
Not a shock.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC