"posession" poems
The sun beams across the horizon.
Today is a new day.
My feet hit the ground, awakening the enemy.
I feel a pull on my legs
I fall to the ground
Crushed under the foot of the enemy
Today is a new day
I pick myself up, brushing the settled dust from yesterday’s battle.
Each step is taken in agony.
He stalks me wherever I go.
Every turn, every step you are there.
Breathing on my neck
I turn and run to my Lord.
The chains stop me and I fall.
Grabbing my hand, you spin me around.
Catching me and lifting me.
We dance.
Left right, left right.
Heel, toe, heel toe,
Spin, spin, sway.
You pull me away.
The chains keep the beat.
For I am under his subjugation.
He pulls me back by the chains.
Straining my every move.
He is the puppeteer of my life, staggering every step.
My bones ache, my faith quakes.
Bruised, broken, weary and lost am I.
Being walked by chains.
Every turn, every step you are there.
Breathing on my neck
I turn and run to my Lord.
The chains stop me and I fall.
Grabbing my hand, you spin me around.
Catching me and lifting me.
We dance.
Left right, left right.
Heel, toe, heel toe,
Spin, spin, sway.
You pull me away.
I stand in God’s house, defined by my religion.
“It’s all a show you see? You are my marionette.
Hypocracy lies in you, you’re a fraud in Christ’s name.”
Escape I try escape I will.
For my help comes from the Lord.
The enemy cringes at The Name.
The ground shakes, and the chains shake.
For there is power in the name of my Lord!
He stands before me.
Taking the chains in his posession.
He said it is done, take up your cross and follow me.
Jesus breaks the chains.
Jesus set me free!
No more addiction.
No more pain.
No more shame.
No more guilt.
No more sorrow.
For He holds your tomorrow.
You are not defined by the rules of religion.
For my spirit has
set
you
free.
The motions bind you in chains.
For I have broken every chain.
You are free to dance in my name.
Never again will you waltz with Satan.
My child may I have this dance?
Dance with me wherever you go, and I will never leave you.
God takes me by the hand.
We dance.
I cling to his garment, never letting go.
Lifting me and catching me.
Left right, left right.
Heel, toe, heel toe,
Spin, spin, spin.
God your presence carries me away.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 10:19 PM UTC
Your words fill a void.
Your body, a space.
No they were not mine for the taking. For the filling.
Stolen
No honor amongst thieves.
I am one.
Loving your words
I drink them, absorb them, dissect them. No negligence.
I'm soaked in them.Choke on them
And they are no more.
Disappearing literacy not meant for the masses
But for her.
To be her.
To have words for me. A smile for me. A disgust for me.
As long as it was for me.
Selfishness created from your selflessness.
You are no saint and I will still elevate you high above the regurgitated ooze.
Belong to no one, no posession.
Be you
Be me
Be us.
Not love. Not lust.
An inbetween space.
Understanding?
Longing for the same reasoning
Yet never finding it in eachother.
Have you words for that?
Paint a picture with that drab meaningless ink & I'll fill it in with damp, dark color.
I know you.
I accept you.
Keep you.
Give a little?
Fill me?
No more words. Not mine.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 1:40 PM UTC
Thanks fo being ****** to me
when all I wanted was a friend.
You treated me as a posession
and at times a personal therapist.
When you were beat to the point where you couldn't see
You knew I would stay by your side till the very end.
If he told me anything with discretion
you would instantly see red.
"Does this shirt make me look fat?"
"Ew, yes. Obese, at that.
Fix your hair, make your *** flat.
Drown in this perfume, you smell like your cat."
Such kind words.
You say you loved me?
That's not what I heard.
Not what I heard at all.
**** yourself, stupid ****
Yet everytime I had those feelings
I ran to you.
Any other feelings as well,
I ran to you.
But you gave me no comfort.
You gave me criticism.
You gave me your problems.
And so I stole your cookies
and converted your friends
and took your innocence
and lied to your face
and ****** your vice...
twice.
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 6:22 PM UTC
To live my life with out you guys thats my biggest fear
And Im steady failing in my efforts to get you hear
Look at it here, Now
this green faced man
burning my hand
Keep you around,how?
Old white men i dont want to see
Even tho without you i cant eat
Philantropist providing me with a place to sleep
But I cant keep you around me
You run through my fingers
for hopes to gain more
as my posession walk out the front door
Left from my pockets lint still lingers
Dead men of honor
that I loose on the battle field
with hopes to have my accounts filled
only leaves Fields of horror
As Me, My Hands and I's
Loose sight of saving
and look for Winnings
Assasination of the living, hope dies
As You leave myside I shed my many tears
Lincon,Jackson,Frankilin,I just cant keep you near
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 11:03 AM UTC
your maniac kiss killed me with its sudden sting
burning inside of me like I am only your posession
I loose my morals
and hurt my head
at the end of the day I lay with my palms open
and speak to you of how I am tiered with this
in my head
what you hear from me is wordless
I dont need your comfort
I dont need your help
I will learn how to deal with your monsters on my own
I will learn how to give myself a shower
Im a baby
a child
I smile
and its innocent you see
you have though, brought the dead back out of me
and now my world is filled with black paint
black ink
dont speak
dont speak
your alienation has spoken enough
your eyes have been closed
and you wouldnt even dare look in my direction
that
that
has said enough
and I am bad
and I am sprawled
and I am the ****
the injustified loser
baring myself like a sick person
homeless
and begging for money to buy
a pack of smokes to exhale
these burdens
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 1:44 PM UTC
I ran away from the temple
that you hid me inside of for so long
my feet were numb
and I almost went blind
the monsters outside almost
got me
and ripped my insides out
the corners got rusty
spiders built their webs
they were present in our conversations
did you love me
or was I the crown posession
did I intrigue you
moving small
I brake my anger with your smile
and let the frusteration slip through
my hands like indian silk
most nights
I was on my knees
holding my breathe
hoping you would come home
and for many days
you did not
you left me there
walked out and locked the door
leaving me without remorse
or redemption
steady handed and left there to burn
like the guiltys alibi
hanging by a needle on my chest
burden like havok causing
endless catasrophes in my mind
insanity I questioned
burried deep deep
inside of you
you who had no mercy
with your kiss
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 7:18 PM UTC
Have you ever met someone
All of a sudden...
things were no longer important
your brain froze for a while
Your laziness grew..
Your mood unpredictable...
Your coffee became bitter
Your dress seemed less attractive
Your bread stale and hard... tasteless
Your life upside down... colorless
All of a sudden
you lacked focus...
this person was magnet
grew closer so fast
be the most important
The centre of your thoughts...
between night and day..
and he became the radar
of your life...
He owned the remote control
pulling your life away for a second
putting you back where it was
so you could breathe...
so you could sleep
so you could die
Your life was solely his...
You became a thing...
a posession..
Have you ever met..
someone like that?
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC
I ran away from the temple
that you hid me inside of for so long
my feet were numb
and I almost went blind
the monsters outside almost
got me
and ripped my insides out
the corners got rusty
spiders built their webs
they were present in our conversations
did you love me
or was I the crown posession
did I intrigue you
moving small
I brake my anger with your smile
and let the frusteration slip through
my hands like indian silk
most nights
I was on my knees
holding my breathe
hoping you would come home
and for many days
you did not
you left me there
walked out and locked the door
leaving me without remorse
or redemption
steady handed and left there to burn
like the guiltys alibi
hanging by a needle on my chest
burden like havok causing
endless catasrophes in my mind
insanity I questioned
burried deep deep
inside of you
you who had no mercy
with your kiss
Dec 6, 2010
Dec 6, 2010 at 12:35 PM UTC
I can be a lot of things
I can be an impressive thing
I can wear the hat
I can be a desirable thing
teasing the casting of the hex.
I can be a monstrous thing
chest swelling with prideful posession
I can be a despicable thing
nose upturned with unshakable stubbornness
eating up worlds with my carelessness.
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 1:41 PM UTC
There's a blind man at The Garden
and he's dancing to The Dead
He hasn't any worries
Bouncing in or on his head
His wife pulled out his eyeballs
so he'd never look again
At anybody else but her
Posession, not his friend
His father blames the white folk
for all the damage to his kin
Hey listen! Twas the wife, folk
not the color of her skin
Then she pops in eyeballs from the Mr. Potato Head Game
into his sockets
Just to play with everybody's head
She loves him
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
You work on being a posession,
I seek a companion.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
the wind sings. remorse. regret. indeed. i loved. i hated. in remembrance. i felt your touch again. i felt the warmth again. i saw the red again. i died again. i started to regress. i became weak. i stopped too short. i dropped a tear. i felt emotion again.
this voice. its pounding. defying. haunting me. i need it. i hate it. it fills me and kills me. more than you ever did. i fear. drop it. drag me down. its panting. i cant breathe. i feel confined. so lost. so scared. shivering. bringing me back. realizing. its truth. cold.
your photo. blinding. piercing. killing. defy you. defy you. defy you. its the wrong perception. this isnt you. this isnt me. breathe it in. spit it out. im just a memory. loving the time. im ok now. knowing we had. knowing there once was. still having posession. time after time. sweat. guilt. lust. memories.
i'm ok. i promise.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 12:58 PM UTC
Everything I did for you
I did not expect a thank you
Nor did I hold you to any favours
There was no debt and nothing is owed
The only person you ever owe anything to
Already has everything in His posession
Everything I did was for His sake alone
My Lord
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
Sands of time,
remember when only moonlight flickered on the waves,
and the deer family roamed boundless?
You witness the madness of our scaling up,
Our beach houses promulgating,
always getting bigger.
Thank you for your silent reminders.
Posession is a mirage,
a false contentment,
and is wiped away
as we always expected.
Meanwhile the yearning
of souls for perfection deafens.
And the ones with many lessons unlearned strut.
Each stretching their necks high
with a frantic quiver in their eye,
and a tranquilizer at hand.
The moon's red face stares down,
turning away.
And sands wait
for the coming of the tide.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
We all became the monsters we swore to ****
Even those known for their iron will
All soilders die to serve a new ruler
Noone knows war quite like Lucifer
I deal with catastrophes all on my own
This is the curse of traveling alone
But a reason to keep moving is in my posession
“Suicide makes a poor final confession”
All are welcome in the arms of their captor
Heaven was never once in the picture
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 1:10 PM UTC
What if you're the villian,
Instead of the good guy?
Perhaps your pleasure,
Is watching hope die
I'm the villain,
No good,
I wouldn't change it
Even if I could
I'm not really sure,
Why others "go bad"
But it was a broken heart,
That drove me mad
Killing hope,
Is my new obsession
Because I could not make love,
My posession
Misery loves company,
That's what they say
Well, it's true,
What more can I say?
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
You are my dearest posession,
The one I keep in a locket around my neck.
But you see, the thing is-
No matter how beautiful the locket is,
I'm still allergic to silver.
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 6:21 AM UTC
You are mine
Not a posession
But mine - an extension
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
where was i ? most importantly where am i ?
i've held onto escapism to the point that i can't get back in touch with reality.
that ferocious reality that feeds on broken dreams, a ferocious reality that i can't get along with, a ferocious reality that tore me apart mentally, a ferocious reality that killed consciousness, a ferocious reality that tied everyone down with it's inhuman traditions.
i"ve always had the tendency to seek other distractions. why are the walls moving? why's everything joyfully dancing? what's happening? what's my distraction ? most importantly, what's my poison?
here i am lost, seeing everything jiggle with a belly-ache.
i can barely see, living seconds, losing pride, with a thought of unhappiness that i can't shake.
am i unconsciously losing my mind? or am i consciously trying to?
i'm not trying to, it can't be true.
dear god,you left me with The Complex Nature of this Simple Posession, four walls and a roof.
you say that you are close, is close the closest star. walls against my word, i wonder who can listen if they're just shouts into the void. it's this cruelty that i try to avoid.
somebody guide me, since this liquor took over me. i thought it would help set me free.
and forget society's careless underdevoloped mentality,
i'm locked inside my brain, i pledged to never use my mind in vain and now i don't know where i am.
this can't be my fate, i was destinate a greater glory. dear self i'm really sorry,
for what i've become.
dear cold white walls stop dancing and sob for my misery. the same misery you said it'll fade away when i'm old, and now it became a part of me that'll always stay.
when i was yound all my parents did was to prevent me, now all my dreams are gone. society did the same and i don't recall being it's son.
i can barely open my eyes, but i can observe these silhouettes of men trying to comfort me.
"HELP!!" my word against their loud phrases that i can't understand.
"open your eyes"
"OPEN THEM"
"i can't"
"YES YOU CAN!"
they're gone, i'm left now with six double edged swords forming the perfect hexagon.
is it the six cheap litres of luiquor that i drank, or the story of six years of me ruining my life.
after feeling the stab of society's blunt and rusty knife, that stayed in my heart ignoring the tears i bled.
i'm alive what a tragedy, i can take my own life away isn't that a phenomenon.life goes on and on and i'm stuck. facing this inevitable oblivion after every sip i take. realising that the oblivion i am seeking is permanent. and i'm back again with memories of this monstrous reality.
i cry, i drink then die, replacing this sorrowful truth with a happier lie.
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC
love is to be shared, not owned. It is about acceptance, not posession.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
Depression, depression
My soul obsession
Depression, depression
My sole posession
Hold onto me until the end
Let go of you just to pretend
I could never
I won't let her
Go
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 4:34 PM UTC
My soul is ****** out
Through my soft lips
Down your throat
You seem so content
With it in your posession
I can't bring myself
To ask for it back
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 2:09 AM UTC