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 Jan 2021 touka
m a k a y l a
Hot
 Jan 2021 touka
m a k a y l a
Hot
you know that sticky skin? those sweat palms?
the hair that grips the back of your neck, feels like hot glue
that stick skin is stubborn
everything is hot
 Jan 2021 touka
m a k a y l a
online
 Jan 2021 touka
m a k a y l a
I feel envious of your smile, even though its probably forced
it looks better than mine
I feel envious of your crew, even though they cropped you out
they look more comforting than mine
 Jan 2021 touka
m a k a y l a
Is it worth it?
I can't find the words, ironic
The pain in my heart seeped into my blood, its everywhere
Is it worth it?
 Jan 2021 touka
m a k a y l a
Desire
 Jan 2021 touka
m a k a y l a
it's a desire of mine
to be free from freedom
to be one with everything
to be nothing at all

it's a desire of mine
to run with the wind
to sink into the earth
to stand at the foot of you

it's a desire of mine
to give in to the sun
to feel the air
to be nothing at all
 Jan 2021 touka
m a k a y l a
I am not owned by any earthly person
A wonderer
A life without a way
I belong to no earthly person
A misfit
A woman with no way
I am an earthly person
A door wide open
A road longing to be used
 Jan 2021 touka
m a k a y l a
I cannot live this way
It’s no longer my body that aches for others
It’s my heart

I cannot love this way
I take the opportunity away from myself
A sabotage I can’t control
My own worst enemy
But this hate must belong to others

I cannot be this way
 Jan 2021 touka
m a k a y l a
I feel that I would be the bride of adventure
That is my destiny
This feeling of being unwanted
Left behind
Abandoned
I feel that I would be the bride of adventure
That is my calling

This future that lies ahead
Empty or filled?
Bright or dull?
I feel that I would be the bride of adventure
 Nov 2020 touka
Dylan McFadden
Death was once my
Greatest fear,
Though life was filled
With sorrow –

Attended with
So many
Ills, and darker
Still tomorrow...

I knew if I
Were to Escape,
My soul,
I couldn’t save!

Because this ill
Within would sink
Me lower than
The Grave

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A poem of a sad, sin-burdened man before he met his Savior.
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