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The arms of boys
Who do not love me,
Are the only
Home
I have ever found
 Mar 2014 Winter Silk
Helen
Digging deep in my despair

Empty eyes are watching me

Rabid vultures stop to stare

I’m digging deep to flee

Digging deep toward the fire

Sinking deeper into the pit

Skin flaming with manic desire

I’m digging deeper than I admit

Digging deep into fertile soil

Fading slowly as time warps

Clarity with distortion

The perfect foil

Finally I’m in deep enough

To bury your ****** corpse
I remember every right word and the scars they left.
I remember every bottle that broke on the floor.
I remember how I swore I tried my best.
I remember how you swore I could do more.
I remember how we knew our time was coming.
I remember how our watches would snap at the band.
I remember how the sea gave way to our ship,
But I couldn't bare to leave the sand...

I do believe that believers exist,
but I fear that I'm the last one left.
I took a shot in the dark, I missed.
I hit my heart again instead.

I do not think I'm winning,
I just don't want to be confused.
I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders
as my bones break and skin starts to bruise.

I know no one can live forever,
but I wish that I could pick and choose.
I swear I'd be the first in line.
I swear you'd be position number two.

I walk a fine line of words I write.
I point my fingers and accuse.
You take the ink away from me.
You scream "this ink ain't being used."

I wrote a million letters.
I wrote a sad story or two.
I wrote too many dots of silence,
I wrote too many "I" and "You's."
I drew too many pictures.
I erased so many things straight from the heart.
I told you one too many times,
"I swear we'll never grow apart..."

I remember every right song and the lines they left.
I remember every teardrop that crashed on the floor.
I remember how I swore it was just a guess.
I remember how you swore I'd never learn.
I remember how we knew our smiles were fading.
I remember how our touches would stop at the hand.
I remember that ground that allowed us to walk on
But I couldn't bare to see us land...
 Mar 2014 Winter Silk
Jonny Angel
The eerie silence was broken
by the lone tiger,
sending its warning in gutteral tones,
only to be upstaged
by the screaming monotone
of the wailing-siren,
a reminder of death & destruction
& similar to prey notes.
Soul winning has limitless boons;
The Shepherd's welcoming glee:
To seek after the gone-astray sheep
And lead them to the fold of mercy.

He who converts a sinner to Christ
Reduces in this world crime and evil;
For they are creatures new who have
Been born again and deserted the devil,

Seeing for sweet sin the flesh yearns:
To be fed often with delightful iniquity.
By good deeds can no man be saved,
But by the blessed grace of Calvary.

Here, beneath the glittering sun--
The *wise shall inherit glad glory.
And there, beyond the shifting clouds--
They'll be relishing with Jesus eternally.
The *wise (Pro. 3:35; 11:30)
 Mar 2014 Winter Silk
JM
Down
 Mar 2014 Winter Silk
JM
Dead of night, warm breeze
Mother Nature's sweet reprieve
Time drips like honey
I'm not sure I know
how to
tell you
that I feel the safest
when you wrap your arms
around
me like a scarf,
-- when I am able
to make your ribs into
a Fireman's coat:
much like the one
you remove after a long day's work.
You used
to make me feel fireproof,
but now I have found that
even those whose job
is meant to keep
alive a heart,
--beating--
can also **** it,
and you will never know
the entire extent
of how you killed mine.
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