"steping" poems
You pull me in close at night like you never left, its beautiful, and you feel the happiness too.
Come morning your mind fills with regret, your heart became weak in the night, longing for escape from the loneliness.
I call, you show, we talked, I kissed, we held each other, my heart reconnected to its other half, a feeling of warmth and completeness rushes over my body like a river over the rock bottom, I made love to you in my most true form, ego and self righteous set aside for you, to take me how I am.
Your morning text, tells a different story, forbidden love, you call it. A rush of passion due to us never to be together.
you need to find yourself and I am no longer a plan for your future. I know what I feel, and I know you feel it too... Ill hurt myself steping into your fire again and again, to prove that you belong with me. I would think the night was a dream, but you left yourself here, a bobby pin, something so small to prove to me that you and I are real. Soon ill be impervious to your pain, and you will stop hiding and running from your feelings, this jackal you have become will hide no more.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
Would you help me if I fall
Would you rise when I drown
Will the words of silence be broken
The life that were never lived
Will it be worth fighting for
Is it worth dying for a reason?
Or living for a reason?
The things which you've sacrificed for
Will they be realised tomorrow
The pain that you bore
The life that you've craved for
Will this life let you live
Is there life after death
Or will they burry you with your dreams
When the life you dreamt of
Got drained off with the pouring rain
Will it be worth steping on it again
Or what if you fade away with shame.
They said that life is a test
But what if you don't realise it before the sun rise
If the changing seasons leave me behind
Will love be a lie
Will dying be for living
But no one told me the fact
When the soul departs
Is there heaven or hell??
Why some have to grief out this world of sorrow.
Hope the shooting star will leed me to my home.
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 2:19 PM UTC
I find myself lost again
In a pit void of light and hope
(With familiarity to bruise me further)
Who would drop me in here?
Where any weep you let out
No matter how quiet
Will echo back with the weight of all your sorrows
It's not like "friendship" and "true love" will help
Oh No
They have only dragged me deeper
Piercing my heart with blade called trust
And using you as a steping stone to leave
The very place I drown in
Why would they leave?
Only the lights of moments once shared
Seem to offer
Or some sense of it
But even the brightest of stars fade over time
Why would hope be any different?
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
A girl with hair like the pitch black night.
And skin like the bleach white moon.
Steping from the shadows Into the light.
Her eyes lit with a firey baze.
Sparkiling like the sunshine
On the mornings dew haze.
Her eyes in this way holding my gaze.
Full lips pulled back in a perfect smile.
Laughing I'm sure at my astonished face.
This image burned into my mind.
Like the brand on cattle marked forever.
Engulfing me as my brain surrenders.
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 6:22 AM UTC
Toss the word "mother" around
someone who nutures you
teaches you morals and right from wrong
shows you love and compassion
who will be here when you start walking up those steping stones
will be there when you need a hand and when a stupid boy breaks your heart
will still love you even when your mad and say things you shouldn't
will be the dad you never had
when you truly think about it they are the heros they save us in so many ways just by saving i love you makes your whole day better
my mother is a special part of my life and i thank her for it :)
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 10:09 AM UTC
Not until steping closer.
I realized that I was in the palm of your hand.
I left my parachute without regret,
Moving one step closer staring down.
I deeply wanted to understand how free love was.
Standing here,
Realizing how high up everything really is.
Your palm sustaining my weight.
I wasn't at all anixous.
Now thinking that the wind could have shifted me forward before time.
Constantly aware that at any moment.
I will close my eyes and lean forward.
Pass the ridges of pants and tile floor.
Leaving behind everything I knew best.
My comfort zone.
This was me falling in love.
This was me overcoming my fear of heights
Forever in debt to the strength of your hand
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
**** this ****
Annoying as hell
Is disrupts my life often
Even my sense of smell
Im scared to walk
I don't want to step on a curb
I'm seeing double
Everything's a blur
Its making me late
And I feel so bad
My coworkers are annoyed
It always makes them mad
It constrics me from walking
Seeing and steping
Every one looks at me weird
I'm dizzy and frowning
Just go away please
So I can get on with my life
You making my life hell
I see the light rail coming
Should I chance it?
If I fall to the ground
All I wanna shout will vengeance is **** THIS ****
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
Let the SHOOTING STOP, start on the Mountain Top. Let the SHOOTING STOP, as it flows to the lowest valley.
Let the VIOLENCE STOP, begin on the Mountain Top. Let the VIOLENCE STOP, dripping down to the lowest valley.
Let the KILLINGS STOP, disappearing on the Mountain Top. Let the KILLINGS STOP, vanishing in the lowest valley.
THEN WE CAN ALL HAVE PEACE, NOT AFRAID OF ANYTHING. THEN WE CAN SKIP ABOUT, AS WE JOYFULLY SING. THEN WE CAN JOIN IN AND HOLD EACH OTHER'S HAND. THIS CAN BECOME A STEPING STONE, IN TO THE HEALING OF OUR LAND.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
Memories trickle down my spine.
Slipping from the back of my mind.
You want to see my world, NO its mine.
Digging and trashing for treasures not even I can find
Adulthood is creeping behind me sneakily like a fox
The big box trying to **** me in.
I don’t want to grow up, living life cup to cup
have you seen those blank stares.
these People who walk like machines
broken hopes and forgotten dreams.
This wont be me, stop tugging get your hands off!
Don’t you dare Scoff or spit your venomous words
You can call me absurd, but at least I am still alive
the spark hasn’t left my eye, I see the world full of light
I still want to grow up and be an astronaut or a knight
wearing armor of some sorts.
I don’t want to miss sleeping on the cot, or making forts.
A question I ask you to ask of me.
I’ll ask you to
Are we afraid of losing the past?
steping up to fast and dying before we have a future?
or are we more afraid of changing who we are, pushing ourselves just a step to far.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 7:35 AM UTC
I got a message from the sky,
telling me that its time to fly;
at first i thought it was all a lie,
Cause it wasn't time for me to die;
someone tell my DAD that he shouldn't worry,
and all i can say is that i am truely sorry;
i love the life that i have chosen,
Although it isn't rosey nor golden;
i'm actually steping into something,
To becoming the next true king.
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC