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Pray for Paris?
Why not pray for the world
Each city
Every country
Each province and state
They pray for Paris
Like they should
But pray for the world
And every hero that stood
Pray for the blood of innocence spilt
For this war of belief and silt
Pray for the world in this game of money and power
Pray for the world
To stop these extremes
You can keep your beliefs
But taking innocent lives?
Those people crossed the lines
Not all Muslims are evil
Not all roses are red
So pray for the world
For all who are dying
For all who are dead
I've been having nightmares about you again
you know the ones, where I wake up
Screaming and shaking
hairs raised like there were spiders on my skin
insects, bugs, those four-legged thoughts of you
holding me against you whispering
love love love
how sweet, how blissful, such tenderness

lie

you grab my head thats cradled against you
in your hands that dwarf my own
twist, snap
That is how you have loved me
that is how you have left me
I awaken, soaked in sweat and tears
I sob into pillows that still smell of you

spiders

Are they still just dreams if I cannot escape them?
Do nightmares follow you into the waking world?
When you dream, are there spiders?
Did you ever really love me?

**Have I ever woken up?
kinda rushed, i'll polish it soon
God,
You know what I need most and I see that now.
I see that this lifestyle is unfulfilling and all I want is you.
All I want is to feel your freedom and peace that comes from your grace transcending all understanding of my being.
I see your reasons and I see your purpose.
I see that I still need to be enveloped in your love and light so I can radiate into the lives of others.
Lord this is my prayer to you.
sometimes strength is not
how many weights you can lift at once
or the many burdens you can carry alone
not even how your heavy heart can still beat
sometimes, strength can simply be
waking, again and again,
facing the same agony each day
and yet still waking each morning
facing the sun and the rain
and being brave
Mum
I'm sorry for telling you all those years, "there's nothing on my mind", when you'd ask.

It was just too endless to unlock. Now that I've found the key. I'll cut one specially for you.

Love you mum.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
 Nov 2015 Vanessa Grace
Alexandra
3am
I'm not quite sure where we were
Maybe the tunnels by the creek
Or maybe the canyons on the west side
Those details are minor
Because what I remember
Is my head on your chest
And your whisper in my ear

You told me we'd figure it all out
Someday, this would all make sense
But I wasn't so focused on your words
As I was remembering your scent in my hair

Eventually my heart slowed
I feel as if it's been racing for days
And my breaths became more even
As your chest rose and fall

What a feeling peaceful bliss is
Or maybe it'd be more appropriate
To call it ignorance
To think that maybe we were made for each other

I awake and darkness surrounds me
What a surprise, it's 3am
My heart sinks a little
And a slow chill envelopes me
As I realize you're not there, you never were
It was just a dream
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