"permantly" poems
The goth doesnt know what she wants anymore
her head deep in thought as she falls to the floor
spinning in circles her torment is clear
the blackness is back and wont dissappear
time is a healer or so they all say
but here in her head the ghosts are at play
tearing her insides and shredding her soul
breaking her being death becoming her goal
will she be missed probably not
no grave with a headstone just left there to rot
neither alive nor permantly dead shes left to wander
the path in her head.
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 6:13 AM UTC
My feet are planted-
but not permantly.
Being around you-
has made me see.
There's a storm inside me-
wanting to let go.
The things you say-
but the things you show.
Doubt and furry come quite fast-
being with you will not last.
The vibe that I get from you-
doesn't make me happy, but blue.
Damaged and broken is where I've been-
looking for peace, going out on a limb.
From inside me a warm light grows-
feelling His primise, what He says shows.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 4:20 PM UTC
I spent my whole life chasing an dream that has not been fulfilled.
Each time I finally accepted my fate another woman appeared in it.
Each time it ended dash upon the rocks , with rejection from them.
But God loving-kindness has never abandon me, but is always there.
Ready to heal me but instead of running to him for dear life.
I run to the woman that is not suppose to be in my life at least not then.
But if I was to be like Abraham and say no then maybe she would come into my life later.
Permantly without any rejection, but only acceptation and love.
For Christ has to be first in my life at all times, him first always.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
Beauty: they say, is a perfectly crafted thing a small dose can throw us into a spiral of bliss.
That small piece we are allowed must be spread out evenly across the whole of our lives. We must treasure it when we have it, and when it disappears be thankful for when it was here.
Although, if we take it for granted, or take it all at the same time, it will not last.
And we will be left broken; for we are so fragile in comparison.
That small share we are given, if taken all at once, can be dangerous. Thus; leaving some broken hearted, perhaps permantly.
And those, who take it all at once or are unfortunately handed to them, are due no more beauty.
And stay sad forever.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
Out stretching
Out reaching
The callused, bleeding hands
Of tightly gripping on.
The permantly furrowed brow,
Weathering a face which has seen too much.
The innocent eyes try,
But are clouded over.
His everyday grows like a plane
flying over
Dunkirk dawn
Guns drawn.
His green home
Of west is best
And his voice would flow
With a carefree blow
which has blown
to fragments.
His streets turned red
When in November they would tred
To remember
Those who bled
Now they are only spotted
Every year dearer
Washing away.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
Bang bang
Little boy jimmy was only four years old
But at four years old he already knew what death taste like
May 16, 2012 at 11:59pm
He was found laying in his bed soaking in his own blood
It was a minute before his birthday, he was turning five on May 17, 2012
He was hit by stray bullet
Or that is what they say...
May 16, 11:56 pm
Three cops barged in Jimmy's house claiming they received a call of a disturbance
Jimmy's dad died the day after he was born and his mom was single
There was no one in the house but jimmy and his mom katrina
On the police report it read that when the cops arrived Jimmy was dead and his mom was found in the corner brutally beaten and *****
She had been shot twice in the chest and once in the head
She was permantly brain damaged and paralyzed from the waist down
Everyday she cried tears of blood and no one really knew why
But it is obviously what really happened that fateful day
May 18, 2013
Katrina was found hanging from her balcony
She committed suicide
Or was it ******
Bang bang
Thus end story of Jimmy and his family
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 4:23 AM UTC