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God
Doesn't need us,
Wasn't lonely,
Knew the future,
Saw the way,
Past Death,
Chose to act,
From perspective
Of Perfection....

We
Need Him,
Are lonely,
Uncertain of tomorrow,
Face imminent immolation,
Are powerless,
In desperate need
Of perfection....

Needing Grace,
Needing Mercy,
Demanding Justice,
Heaping Dooms
Upon our heads...
Unaware, we see
Only our current needs,
Ignoring our helpless state,
Created beings,
Deny the Creator,
Deny the Savior
Who decided before Creation,
To take our place
When Death arrived.

Or

We acknowledge
We are created beings,
Desperately in need,
No other way past
The Curse into which
We are born,
And throw
All hopes,
All trust,
Entire,
Upon the God
Who made us.
Thinking....
we confuse wishes with reality

and we confuse reality with dreams

we confuse dreams with what is

and we confuse what is with desire

we confuse desire with truth

and we confuse truth with fantasy

we confuse fantasy with certainty

if nothing is certain

how can we fantasize

if we don't know the truth

how can we desire

if we don't know what is

how can we dream

if we don't know reality

how can we wish
selfish boy
took what wasn't his

young girl
more than a stolen kiss

deceitful boy
somehow gets his way

naive girl
wants him to stay

convincing boy
says all the right things

innocent girl
to the words she clings

irresistible boy
fills her head with lies

rebellious girl
morals she defies

detestable boy
destroys her heart

hopeful girl
love was short

thoughtless boy
drops her, he's gone

poor girl
still holds on
I am not yet who I am supposed to be.

I have a past; I have regrets.
And there are words that I'd love to take back.

Shame can take me places I wish not to be.
Those things that I have done come creeping back to me.

I feel like a child who's lost and alone. I never feel safe, I never feel at home.

My eyes are blind, can this be? I feel like a prisoner who won't be set free.

© Melissa Carlson 2015
you are not the clothes you wear
but you are how you wear them

you are not the words you say
but you are how you say them

you are not the way you look
but you are how you look at other people

you are not the person you're with
but you are how you work with them

you are not the lies told about you
but you are how you respond to them

you are not your bad decisions
but you are how you deal with them

you are not your friends
but you are how you treat them

you are not anything...
but you are how you are.
it was nothing more than a silly game
and maybe that's all it ever was
emotions over ride all else
I wish I had known before
that trusting you would hurt
I hardly knew you
I thought i did
but it was
all a
lie...
One of us is leaving...

...both of us are gone.
Woke up with this
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