#lobe
my wings are creased and crumpled
they are dull and pale and weak
a pair of lifeless curtains
void of colors that you seek
they never flap nor flutter
they cease to make me fly
they've lost their silver luster
i can't remember why...
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC
“Everything I love has either ruined me or watched as I ruined it instead.”
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
Subtlety, and nonchalant
Brace reality and confront
What needs to be
Arriving at decisions carefully
Meditative & decisively,
But knowing when to be abrupt
Head held high, chin up,
Shoulders squared,
Ready to face what's in front
Dissected corpses of the past
Left in the lab
Behind the frontal lobe
History is,
Things that have come to pass
And things still yet to unfold
Apr 20, 2023
Apr 20, 2023 at 3:01 PM UTC
God gave me you to teach me
The devil sent you too
You did so much wrong
And I kept letting it go
Till one day I let go
I was free falling hurtling towards the ground
Excepted the darkness
That was all around
Opened my eyes and saw the light
The devil cussed and the ground shook
Finally unfolded my wings
I took flight
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 6:00 PM UTC
should I finally agree the fact that I lost you!!
even though u were never mine from the start
Dec 27, 2023
Dec 27, 2023 at 5:45 AM UTC
I want to be able to express my feelings for you,
but I'm not so sure how,
nor am I sure that you care.
I lack the ability to write well when I'm not drowning in my depression.
What do I say other than "I love you?"
How can I tell you that you can be what I look forward to most?
How can I tell you that when I wake up I check my phone to see if you've messaged me?
How can I tell you that the mere thought of you is enough to make me smile and that sometimes you're all I ever want and that I hope heaven sounds like the smile in your voice when you tell me goodnight?
How can I tell you that I wouldn't be able to live without you?
Maybe I'll find a way eventually.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
I know that you're a writer.
One day you're going to tell our story.
It's going to be the greatest love story the world has ever known.
Or the greatest, most tragic tale of loss.
Which way the pendulum swings is up to you.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 3:36 PM UTC
Move along..
I can no longer be His.
His potential Anything..His
I Am Moving On.
Carry along. Moving On.
I am not here for the taking.. Here for the asking.
I am No longer waiting anticipating.
I'm not sitting back casually talkin like that.
Friendly conversating as a matter of fact.
As if we going to be all that.
In fact His vibe began to fall flat.
Times I felt we could eventually move
past parts or our dislikes and can't do's.
Things I'd usually refuse.
When Up shows His disrespectful avenues.
Failure to acknlowledge simple manners,
Failed to allow lil ways Sorry's can be used to pamper.
He shows thoughts of irrational behavior.
Actions that proves he need a Savior,.
I tried to hesitate!
Give Him a chance to correct or compensate.
Before I shut down doors block entirely.
Remove contact, texts and delete history.
No I'll bow out gracefully.
I'll even say a goodbye, You don't have to reply.
No Worries I did enjoy any good moments.
Any good times and the best of you we spent.
I know now it may seem irrelevant.
Some may say wasted time spent.
No it was a lesson learned event.
He moved so fast he wanted to make me His ms.right cartell
All so fast..he didnt even know me well.
Gone.. Goin Gone...
Slow down Go fast Move Along!
By SelinaSharday S.A.M 2018 TM
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
It's okay if you can't tell yourself.
“ I hope you are ok? ”
It is okay to not be okay.
Because sometimes you need
those times,
When you are sick and vulnerable.
You have to see who stands with you
when you are not yourself anymore.
Those are times,
when you need someone else
to make sure that they make you
ask yourself
“ It's okay if you are not okay
Cause I will still love you.
So take your time and heal.
Then come back.
I will be waiting.”
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 8:18 AM UTC
The land is calling for me absurdly,
To be loved and exploited no more,
I must drench in this blood spilled earth,
Encharging me to reclaim it as my purpose,
The sky,a gazer,
And oft a weeper for the lands man,
The world has never felt so woven,
And melancholy slipped itself back in this sinners hand,
Alas,
My world has never felt so scattered ,
I felt so shallow and all felt so bland,
Though in these marshes I find,
An escape for a life time,
The path unfollowed follows my mind,
The path unfollowed mocks me blind,
And entrenches deeply in my wound,
Now in the path of the wild I must swoon,
To reclaim my sight,
To dream of nature is to dream of youth,
Although the flowers and their wilting ways have me doubt my days,
She is held so high,
And her wilting has me escape a sigh,
She awaits as if betrayed,
From the remedy that the nature has made.
Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 1:49 PM UTC
She's too hot to handle , that's why I used rubber !
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 5:29 PM UTC
Come take at a look
At my wildness
The colors
Let them
Soothe inside
Your own
Unbridled passions
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC