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The hour has come, from so long away
Another lifetime has passed, before judgment day
A soul released beyond body, beyond world
To the choice between self or the mercy of God’s Word
Was Faith like a rock and defended as is
Or was it like sand that was molded by will
Were we lead by our thoughts because they suited our goals
Or were we open to things greater than we could suppose
He’s calling us home by way of his Son
Our hearts should be open before the final hour comes
We might have eyes
but that doesn't mean
we can see everything,
Because according to reality we don't see anything.

We might have eyes but that doesn't mean we can see everything or anything
Brought before our eyes.
We are surround by people
Some we call our loved ones
But they're our life terminators
They end ones life without hesitation.

This world is full of hate
And reality is stone cold.
We can't change or ignore it.
Someone came into my life with a sad face full of tears and a broken heart and I welcomed that person.
that  person is a "He" and I'm a "She".as time goes on,the  stars were visiting the sky and go,as the sun rise nd set,hours were passing by,same applies to months and years did the same too.

We used to play together in the kitchen as he was helping me bake,his favourite part mixing liquid colours with flour and I remember him saying " my love one day we're going to do one of the best combination ever and I'm going to mix my red liquid on you
Just like I did on that flour" then I said how and when.
He said it's a surprise and i
Hope you're going to like it,
Then I said of course I will with a smile on my face as
I started kissing him.

The day came when he took me out and we went to have dinner at a certain restaurant,
Everything was perfect and I had a big smile on my face
but he was busy checking the time over and over.he went to order a bottle of champagne.
Then he said my love its time to go we will open this bottle at home.

When we got home he said just take a shower and meet me in bed,I did what he asked then went to bed,then he gave me a glass of champagne but he wasn't drinking.
5 minutes after finishing my glass I just felt tired and slept and that's where he took advantage and mixed that red  liquid he once told me about.

It was around 6:00 am when I wake up, all his clothes and bags we're not anywhere near to be found and I only saw a letter on the table written"My love I'm sorry to tell you that I drugged you last night that's the reason you were drinking the champagne alone but above all I'm *** Positive Goodbye"

I kneeled and said  that's the surprise he was telling me about,as town drop felt from my face. He broke my trust in such a painful way.
I used to say someone came into my life with a sad face full of tears and a broken heart and I welcomed that person.Now I'm saying someone came into my life to drop 2 things (a sad face full tears and a broken heart).
Notes
Wounded ink;
Oozing.
Chained link;
Dividing.
Unsaid words;
Dripping.
Singing birds;
Grieving.
Fragile metaphors;
Breaking.
Shattered doors;
Closing.
Precedent images;
Creating.
Crossed bridges;
Burning.
Valiant fighter;
Surrendering.
Lonely writer;
Writing.
Here comes another hopeless romantic  ^-^
Coffee makes me feel so alive
Rain makes me feel so relax
And You makes me feel so pleasant

Imagine that, i would have such a delightful life if those elements combine.

But for now, i just need to be please just by coffee on my desk and rain outside my room.
Cause there's no you.
Not yet.
dip your brush in your sorrows
cover it in doubt and depression
paint your canvas in scars and messages of self hate
take a good look at the “masterpiece” you made.

grab a cup of water, cleanse your ***** brushes.
notice how all the black paint you have covered yourself in washes away.
dip the brush in a new found colour, the colour of happiness.
paint your canvas golden, show it what love is, love you have found within.
this is the true masterpiece.
You know it's crazy
How in one months time everything can change
I look back on all the tears I wasted
The nights I cried for you
And to you
And you could not be moved
The nights that were the darkest
Where it took all I had not to crawl out of my skin
And I wonder how could I
Have placed so much into another imperfect human being
But now
My eyes have cleared
And I no longer keep my head above water
I float. And I marvel in it.
Because now I realize
That you are not my universe
Just like loving him was not in my nature
And those before him were not gods
I am the master of what is
And God is the master of what will be
And knowing this
Has changed my life
Sept 24. 2017
I thrive in silence
These mental pylons requiring void
I need all of my neurons to be employed


Modernity calls…

Undulating waves lambast the structure
My zigs start zagging when they should be zigging
The course turns inward
Noise so noisome, I then soil the blank
Cursing God, myself, and the bank
For such a hideous, heinous, everyday mistake

This arsenal
This armory
My six-digit word bank
Fall all out of order
Twenty-six slots, filled in with haste
The instrument bears air greedily in
My fingers can’t trace the holes amongst the din
So I issue out garbage
And pretend
This new edition is
Just another win.
//
I stack words like pebbles,
In a shivering tower,
Creation bets Wind
Me
'e could easily overpower.
//
But take a glance at my mouth,
It's holding something sour,
I'll sweat till I'm sweet—
Now wouldn't that just wow her?

— The End —