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finally when stars come out , we all go to sleep
&
when a heart opens up , they all just walk away..
"Life itself is your wealth
a tale of the self"

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney
my eyes hurt
tears feel like shards of glass
cutting me when i blink them away

my heart hurts
like my blood is on fire
burning my veins and arteries
with every beat

my mind hurts
pulsating, swollen in pain
writhing in its cage of bone
as if it wants to crack through
for a breath of fresh air.
I need a deep, thrilling hit
Of your gripping irresistible potion
Resplendent with impeccable dopeness
Let our breaths mingle sensually
Let the lustrous royal stars
Take us into the incredible realm
Of their heavenliness
Where their eternal light
Shines bright over us
What do I think we are
Did I expect to see stars
Spining around both our heads
Forgetting the path that I fled
It all sounds so silly to me
Going back to such lived misery
How can I entertain my delight
At the thought of being under your spotlight
It all felt so decided, quite final
Like our last song on a vinyl
An album played ad nauseam
Swimming circles in stagnum
But a tale as old as time
The whimsy to rewind
In my attempt to create closure
I found the itch to flip our record over.
Time wasted
Came A moment too late
Memories but fade
A day turns to fate
Destiny recalls my name
Regret...
I can only throw
so many hints
before I take one
and walk away
From the Archives. When the person you want just can't catch the hint. It doesn't make sense. Listen fella, you're gonna lose me.
As sun sets and moon rises
With you is where I want to be.
Let our song begin,
before night’s end.


Shell ✨🐚
Into the deep, God’s calling me nearer.
Eyes set on Jesus, I feel less afraid
to plumb His holy mysteries, to trade
the shoreline’s shallow surf for currents dearer.
Immersed within God’s Word, He meets me there
with treasures buried underneath the ink,
invites me of His grace-filled seas to drink,
pledging His own inheritance to share.
The love of God! How could thoughts e’er capture
Christ’s boundless waters of sublime delight?
(unmarred, untainted, free from guile or blight)
Yielded, though, heart bathes in, tastes Love’s rapture.
In worship soul can reach to highest bliss
when Jesus is the King that soul doth ‘kiss.’
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9-5
He loved me like a 9-5
Monday through Friday
forty hours a week
with an occasional weekend day
but I needed
a forever kind of love
begrudgingly I had to let him go
no lay offs
no hopes for the future
because I deserve forever
More from the archives. I do not care how much I love you. I will not accept less than I deserve. Especially because I don't ask for much. I will walk away. I have already experienced the worse hurt. I can get through anything. *I must have been in my feelings when I wrote this.
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