"strenght" poems
There are five widely known senses.
Sight, hearing, touch, smell and taste.
We've got some minor ones as well, such as balance, temperature and many more.
However, people fail to realise that there's also the sixth major sense. Thoughts themselves.
If we look closely, all these five senses have the same base. Specified cells in eye react to energy of light, cells of ear recieve energy in form of air's vibrations, skin cells pick up energy of mechanical changes, and so tasting and hearing depend on translation of certain substances' chemical energy.
These cells in different organs differ in their structure and the way they appear, however, if we stop looking at them in such small scale, we can see that ALL of the cells or organs responsible for any sense translate the energy.
So, a light enters the eye, certain wavelenght of certain energy stimulates the eye's rod or cone cells with a certain intensity. Then the energy of light is translated to energy of electrical impulse, which goes straight to the brain, creating the sensation of sight.
If it comes to smell, a certain particle enters the nose, binds to a smell receptor cell, and the chemical energy of this particle is, again, translated to energy of electrical impulse, which goes straight to the brain, creating the sensation of smell.
Now, let's move to the crucial part. The sense of thoughts.
During the creation of thought, pathways in our brain that collect memories(and many more known or unknown pathways) connect. First, there's this spark of electricity, that moves all along the neuron and releases a dose of neurotransmitters(amount of different NTs is equiavlent to strength of this spark, basically resulting in "creating" various thoughts).
Then, chemical energy of NEUROTRANSMITTER is translated to energy of electrical impulse, which happens in the brain, creating the sensation of thought.
Therefore the 'sense of thoughts' reacts to and is stimulated by neurotransmitters themselves, with receptors on neurons' membrane being receptors of the stimulus. So, kind of like smell, the stimulus is chemical, compared to sight, where it's electromagnetic wave; anyways the result in all of these is electric impulse in neurons (hence the idea of "thoughts" as a sense, due to the same basic layout; transfer of energy).
The 'smell particle' connects to receptor and is translated to a certain amount of neurotransmitters/certain strenght of neuronal impulse. SO, again, we can see that when the first outer layer of this communication is cut off, we're left only with the neurotransmitters and impulses themselves. Anyway, the transduction of energy remains.
If it comes to "sense of thoughts" the receptor lies within us, whereas in sight or smell or touch it's external. However, does it matter if it's on the surface of skin or under it if it all comes down to neurons of our brain?
When you lie in a dark, silent room, without any external stimuli, you still retain your thoughts, colorful, vivid or complex. All the magic of the brain - still happens. So, how isn't it a separate, full-fledged sense?
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC
Oh dear brave knight,
Who ventures into the wilds
Please draw your sword
And fight away the horde.
She's a hero into my heart
With the strenght to tear us apart
Come here and fight away
The monsters that are wide awake
And then eat this piece of cake.
She's always into a fight
Because she is my brave knight
Come here and claim your prize
Because this is the tale of the knight.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC
Like a thorn in the side twists, turns, shifts, thugs at my pride, who am I and why?
Forget to be, forget to try. Sigh, deny and try, oh try, to find out who am I?
Struggle to reach. Struggle to come to grip with reality. You see all these expectations get laid on me, I cant seem to find my feet.
Even in finding my feet, defeat. Defeating my mind and steeped and bleeding, I'm blind and beat.
I'm beating the blinds, the street, it limits the finds and eats, it eats at my mind.
But rise to my feet, I will. Beat my way through, I do. The passing days, they may get all hazy. But I got a vision, I do.
Clear as unmuddied water, that vision peaks and from the merky pool hope leaks. Not made that of odour which reeks, rather perfume which speaks to those bold, brave, not weak.
Who on top of a mountain sits and seeks and stands on the ocean before they may sink and know their song well before they dare speak.
Hope keeps us hooked. Pain gives us drive. For that, I will swallow my pride. My dignity beat, battered and bruised. But my reputation in tact.
My strenght unmatched. Unmask myself I will. Through this treacherous journey, I shall grace salvation, to find my inner will.
And with journey abound to destination unknown leaving that hope, strenght and will for events which have thrown light into the tunnel. Illuminating the stone which sits on the temple of freedom and soul, spirit, freewill, autonomy, suddenly realisation that still ...
Still I am me.
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
What's going on?!
With these beautiful dark women bleaching their skin and hiding their features.
Reaching to a point of shame from these beautiful creatures.
They don't believe what the bible says, so they're their own preachers.
While God designed them to be beautiful queens,
living the unachieved dreams of their african ancestors.
Daughters of Africa, daughters of slaves.
Free in the physical, but mentally chained.
Darkened by the morning sun.
Brightened by the evening moon.
A smile that captivates homeless hearts.
A strenght that fascinates hopeless minds.
Dear beautiful black woman,
Know who you are.
Black is beautiful. Black means strong.
Skin tone that matches the earth.
Curves that catches the eye.
Walk like a goddess and talk like a queen.
When you enter a room
let your appearance speak, let your presence prophesy:
"I'm worthy, I'm proud and I'm beautiful"
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
i want you to remind me
how the moon and the stars above
glance and hides how shy they were
whenever your voice soothes the trees and living creatures, reverberating the paradox of joy and sadness in your giggle
i want you to remind me
how the ends will never be the means of loving and that saturating my soul with your presence is more than i could ever receive, a reality unmet with circumstances of chains upon ourselves
i want you to remind me
how long it would take to consume the universe on your palm or the life in one single breath, or the night with a hymn that lights up my way home
i want you to remind me
of remembering goodbyes and hellos
the mellow sound of now and the agonizing tomorrow swifting its way to uncanny sound of laughter and sniffed tears
i want you to remind me
that there are more to life than we ever thought of: death, absence, nothingness
i want you to remind me
that i could always see the mirror of myself in your brushed short hair, chapped lips and past you never left behind, just the like the songs i've made to remind how unusual semblance of people unites hearts and eventually tear them apart
i want you to remind me
of the days where i loved deeply and without hesitation or fear of falling behind or the anxiety of losing what i never had in the first place
i want you to remind me of the days like this
where the smile in my face meant the world, home, and happiness from your single hello or the way you tilt your head and stare and smile and laugh or when your cheeks blush and swims together with the universe in your eyes and the waters deeply engraved in your fingers how the waves strum the music in your spirit and soul
how i want you to remember,
the way i will remind you:
i will remind you of how i love seeing you mess around and make everyone happy, your vain and cuddly smile behind the tint of the sun, along the banquets of academics and artists
i will remind you of how assured i was that you were whom i prayed for to a nonexistent deity of the wind and beauty; how i wished to feel its rush as i roam around, and steep-down the wheels, continuously weighing down unafraid of a valley of morality and questions
i will remind you of the philosophy of the meaninglessness of existence and how life was never the meaning but pain of waiting for death; you made it bearable and the ample grace of your heart is what i'll keep to my future journeys of seeking what i would trade for life itself enduring the morning commutes and cruelty of mischievous eyes
i will remind you of the day i saw you, and how tall you stand as me or how shy i was whenever i was in front of the crowd, but most of the time you give me the strenght to brush off what everyone would say
i will remind you of the day, and the days to come
i will not ask for more or less, it will be enough, and i hope with that, i will be enough, and i, hope you would always remind me #
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 3:35 AM UTC
Here I am sitting, hurting and aching.
I am Jealous indeed
I am Jealous because,
You showed me value but you suddenly took it away.
I am Jealous because my love was ignored
I am Jealous because I gave my all,
and I couldn't convice you of my love.
I couldn't convince you,
that I love you.
I am Jealous because you yelled on me with anger and rage
and the next, a photo with you smilling.
I am Jealous for I could not trace logically,
For I could not see the source of your hatred.
Deeper than your hatred for me,
There's a reason why,
There's a reason that you blinded yourself to my good deeds.
That you saw none of which i gave you that was good.
Love, time, strenght, service, you saw none of these,
In your rage you only saw my folly, in which is not even valid to say.
I am Jealous, for you say you loved me,
yet another you said you never did.
and yet you said you can lie to hurt me.
Which one is true. I am torn.
I am Jealous that my small mistakes are drilled through my being
While their's, they are justified beyond all senses.
I am Jealous, because you made me feel special,
you made me feel like I am no other,
I am Jealous because you convinced me you'll never leave me
Yet now, like a nobody, in which you threw away.
Perhaps I may assume the best from you,
that you threw me away, because you wanted my heart safe.
Because, I brought out the monster in you.
How is that, I do not know...
All I knew was that I loved you with a sincere heart
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
I am constraint
In a constraint body
I move from thought to thought
race between a permanent
solitude
I hear a screaming voice
and it´s my own
She´s screaming out my own
deepest secrets
Who did I tell my shame?
If not you
You keep me, in a confinement
locked in among my frustrated fears
morbidly amused by their strenght
I stay in here.
Where else would I go
If not back to you.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
Sitting here trying to figure my thought process,
Trying to describe the only one I want to impress,
Thinking of ways to give you what you're due,
When all it ever takes is a simple ' I love you '.
The 9th of May 1978, a few years past,
Our 1st public introduction, yet it could've been our last,
You stopped breathing as things weren't going right,
I'm forever grateful, you turned back from that light.
I always had a reputation as a Mammys Boy,
No longer an insult, I am one with pride,
You thought me how to stand up for myself,
Most importantly, to search inside for my strenght.
Along with all of that, you gave me 4 sisters,
For my nieces & nephews, you gave 4 great mothers,
You take on our problems, like they're your own,
You always make sure, we are never alone.
They say all men search for one like their Mother,
Well, 'they' have no clue, for there is no other,
One with such skills, to attempt to name is unbelievablle,
Mammy, Ma... to the girls & I, to everyone else it is Carmel.
Jul 4, 2011
Jul 4, 2011 at 4:00 PM UTC
There's a fae
Who lives in a fern.
Her wings so little,
Her feet so kittle.
She was a tease,
But certainly not the least.
She flits through the grass,
With a skimpy dress of brass.
She hides in the shrub,
And offers a defiant shrug.
Her whistles beckons to the birds,
Even the goblins dare leave their beds.
Her step on petals are of light springs,
Even with hair tied in ribbon strings.
Mischievous little thing she was
Other wary faes ought to pause.
So carefree she treads,
Even mama could not knot her in a thread.
Most often, mama warns and shoos
Always, she'd never heed but coos.
One moon-ful night,
When she forgot her plight,
Into the sky, unwarily she soars,
And ends up torn in the bellies of owls.
With all her strenght did she beat
But the night birds had had their bits!
A mournful dirge for a fae no bigger than a wasp,
But who ends up dying with a gasp!
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
The village is reaching the end of eternity.
The story has been told, written, read.
Out in the borderlands,
David still
fights Goliath.
The crowd have been around them for thousands of years,
chanting names,
fists in the air,
***** angry faces.
As the chanting of his name increases,
David grows in size,
unfolding like a redwood,
gleaming tanned bark.
The crowd becomes uneasy;
a giant among them? whose children will he eat?
which maidens will he devour?
and so they begin chanting Goliath's name;
David's strenght ebbs, they're feeding Goliath with their tongues now,
as he hulks and looms more and more over the shrinking David
alas, the crowd learn their mistake,
bite their tongues,
twisting them
until they are saying "David" once more.
This fight has been going on for thousands of years.
The crowd continue blindly shouting, 'David' and 'Goliath' being the only words they have uttered for aeons
unrealising they hold the power to release themselves
from this eternal fight.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
I suffer in silence
I silence my tears
my tears choke my breath
the pain hurts like death
because I'm dying
and there is no one to help
How does one carry on,
when her strenght is gone?
I want to return home
but heaven has no phone
so I live another day---and die
praying to my deaf father
with my mute cries.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
In real life I don't have the courage to utter all these words. By stringing them together, I can get these phrases. I am most amazed what poetry made possible, you can read it in: The Audacity of a Poem
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Poems mean a lot to me
since it is reciprocal you see
the society I live in
is reflected in all these lines
love is very important almost a sin
and the always one glasses of wines
always getting in
the best specialist for our health
they say is also The wealth
but I regard love is the most important
remember I am human not a mutant
love is the best for our life
it is obvious that we must strife
love is like the present wind
that blows constantly so tender in
through my thirsty body and mind
I reside in this country oh so kind
a country peaceful, plenty of place and love to hide
that's why I have my domicile here and reside
My beloved likes reading and traveling
we have seen parts of the world a very lot
I have other kinds of interests, like humming
writing essays, feedbacking, listening to music,
and praying to God
building websites, designing cards and yes
conducting PC Help desks, bank-scanning, and chess
in London and Serfaus, musicals and skiing,
along the Mediterranean sea, enjoying life, love while driving
how do I do that, d'you really want to know, dear?
while whatsapping, driving fastest, and the music to the ear
really very simple, love in you, your whole soul in there,
just like our parents using tupperware
but ah, I like most to describe the love in poems I write
posting them for my beloved after that heavy night
since love is so important in our life
you must not take for granted but must strife
we can't miss it in our life its function
like: though sometimes on our highway a junction
it's like the great water of the mighty ocean
it has grip on you, you feel the strenght, but it's addiction
the strong water's ripples too, its mildness
you demand the best, the most but never less
and remember for ever that in the country I live in
the kind of love I'm so addicted to, is never a sin
in the end my heart and being will constantly see
my one and faithful Man,
for Thy most precious gift, I say to Thee
thank You, my Lord. Amen (fon.: A-'men)
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 5:25 AM UTC
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TO SMILE BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE DOES :) IS:
- An act of anarchy, especially if you don't have any teeth :D
- Because all beings are blessed Bees
- Certain sign of cretenism or genuine Charm
- Denominative sense of digestion is Disturbing
- Ethically wrong Endeavor
- Fascinating and freeking fabulous if you intend to F. . .
- Gorgeous as Geometry
- Hot on Hotties
- Imature and implies lack of Integrity
- Jibberish
- Keen rediscovering so many Keens or Kens
- Lovely on Lovely ones (once)
- Magnificent Mimicry
- Negating the jokers(or your own) inteligence / numb is Numb
- Onthological urge to survive among jungle beasts - fangs are
quintessential urban asset. .or. . Smile-The-Power-Wilder-Open
- Pertinent in Parliament
- Quiet resistance behind a cold minded rebellions league - quitting in few minutes kicking some mthf harassing ****** pervert - to hard Quiver
- Real lovely strenght to feel and see each other happy
- Stupid on jokes = Joke Stupid
- Tactics to climb up the social ledder or/end further down the Thongs
- U can't admit you didn't get it; u2
- Violation of virtues as (in vino) Veritas
- Wonderful! To see people happy is healthy, positive and Wise!
- X times better than being in low energy
- You love your beloved and you are loved by your beloved love
- Zooming at the ' zoo' of human behaviour -
Amusing as Zorro-Art-Is-MusssssssssseumZ
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
An old, frail woman sits in rocking chair.
Rocking slowly, gently, back and forth.
The floorboards beneath her creek softly.
She is dressed in black.
Hair held back with two hair clasps.
A pouch dangles from her arm.
A drawstring wrapped around her wrinkled wrist.
There is a rustle heard nearby.
A small girl appears.
Dress in white dress, with small imprints of daisies on it.
Hair tied into a braid.
Timidly she inches over to the woman.
The woman unravels the drawstring from her wrist.
She opens the pouch, and five small stone fall into her lap.
Each stone is unique in its own way.
Different sizes, shapes and textures.
The little girl is face to face with the woman.
She hands her each stone carefully, and with great care. She holds the stone and with each stone she tells her wish for the little girl
The first stone with the inscription STRENGHT.
My wish is that you have the strength to endure the past, the present, the future. To fight all the evil and conquer it in the name of good.
Next comes CREATE
My wish is for you to create memories. Some of them good and some of them bad. To even life out. And that each bad memory you create only equals more memories that are good.
Then DREAM
My wish is that your dreams come true in your life, as well as the people around you.
Next MAGIC
My wish is that your days been filled with magic, both unreal and real. Both created by you, and created by other people around you.
Finally WISH
My wish is that these wishes as well as many others to come your way. Also, that each wish is better then the last one.
The little girl admires the stones.
The woman opens the pouch and picks each stone one at a time, and places them in the pouch.
The woman hands the pouch to the little girl and says “For safe keeping”
The little girl smiles and runs out the door.
Giggles are heard.
The woman continues to rock.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 4:01 PM UTC
Blood is poured across my body as I lie here
These priests are priests of sacrifice
Sacrifice of blood, body and humans
They pleasure in ****** and grotesque displays of death
They will laugh maniacally while they stab women to death
And have a smile of sated pleasure standing over a child's corpse
Their god is nonexistent
As most gods are
But lying on this altar with blood over me I feel a presencelo
Of power and vicious tyranny
Is this maybe their god I feel
Or my own fear attacking me and making mr feel it
But somehow I still feel it
Then a voices like black blood
Like lifeless horror
Like grotesque sadism
Like everything I have ever feared
It says
"MINE"
And across my vision I see a smile
That saps all my strenght and resilience
And qttacks my soul
And with that I loose will and let the knife slid into my heart without caring
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
Come dream with me my love,
Feel what it's like to be young and alive once again.
I know there are dragons and fire and chains,
and the tower you're in has become home and you feel safe in there.
But it's still a prison that holds you,
and I know how you cry through the lonely nights,
and I know all your princes deserted you,
and I know that hope has laid you bare.
How I long to fight for you.
I know I'm only a poor boy,
and I have all my own demons still to face.
But I want to build you a castle of comfort,
a free place where you can wake up to my smile.
I hate the scars they've left on your heart,
and the way the crushed your wings.
I know your strenght is weak my love,
I just need you to say yes and to take my hand.
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 8:51 PM UTC
You could've left, honestly I wouldn't have blamed you.
You could've left, but you didn't.
Instead you drew your sword, fully armoured.
Alongside with me you fought.
Slayed my demons one by one.
When my strenght ran out you held the frontline.
I see you rise and fall, only to rise again.
You fight and you bleed, for me.
My best friend, know that I'm always ready.
Ready to fight for you, I'll slay 'till my last breath.
For you.
I love you my swordsman.
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 4:58 AM UTC
As Cummings reminds us, death was never a parentheses,
or a question, or a way of leaving,
but mostly, an intimacy between this world and another.
Consider Caesar, and how he never asked why, or got angry,
or held it against him,
but instead looked up at Brutus with all the strenght that
could come from a dying heart, and said
"You too, my child?"
Some things are even too much for our world to hold.
Even war shows us that once it's over, you can never let any of it stay with you, and happiness works just like that too.
And now, even as you read this,
knowing that the most beautiful of things rarely ever repeat themselves,
you wrote to her saying
"I am still afraid of feeling so alive in a world
that never keeps anything forever"
but it does keep everything forever.
it takes all that it knows,
and puts it in people and we just look for the ways that will keep all of it alive.
And remember how when we die,
the body flushed rigomortus,
will cause the hand to cling to the last thing in its grip.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
Sam, not Your name
I read Your past,no one to blame,
Sam,please do not be ashamed,
It's fine,You're still my man
Sam,my man,was someone's man
I tried to be a stranger with strenght here in my chest,
Jealously like a rushing train provoking my brain,
But Sam,hun,
Were was,,past
Sam,I read two thousand and nine on a blog,
and met You in Your creating spot,
I saw girls
I felt You from years
Were in love
Were lonely
Were thinking
Were random
Were messy
Were missing someone
Where we haven't met yet
Where was I?
Sam,how was your love life?
In a club with music made You alive
Wine one sip or two,did U like?
Fake love for a nite
While u were thinking of previous lovers
Sam,how did U feel?
When U were tired n ill
U just wanted to have fun alone
While U were thinking of home?
Sam,I'm jealous
Once U wrote to someone but now I'm writting You
I still have no clue
O Sam,,,
I'm helpless
But sam,thanks for letting me in
Part of U to be seen
Sam,hun
Pick me up at ten,
(DEAB April 9 2011)
Apr 11, 2011
Apr 11, 2011 at 8:00 AM UTC
With ease
my skin feels yours
and scars meet soft kisses
of red lips bruised
by whispered words
of love so strong
it bruised our hearts too.
Even time stills
to allow our hands to connect
and lock a promise
I'd repeat forever again.
The moon watches over us
in this fragile moment
filled with nothing but
our vulnerability.
A present
An offering
To you, my love
As we melt
in this everlasting fraction
of Time that's only ours.
Your eyes shining with
more than my troubled
awkard simple words
could ever dare to explain.
Ineffable is your elegance when
your velvet touch
makes me shiver.
Gives me peace.
A warmth you gift to me
with such strenght from
snapping all the ties
keeping you in a dark dungeon
full of voices, neither yours nor mine.
But it's fine my love,
We can bring down
all your walls
with nothing more
than our passion.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC
Endlessly... we fall...
connecting through
cognetive strenght as we
endeavor the practice of
never looking back...
trembling hands
reaching out for
intricate parts of reality...
concerned... we fall...
Positive emotions dance happily
as morning mist turns into droplets that
run down the side of your face like tears
and I rejoice while we
climb as
high as can be,
up into the sky, over the clouds - over the sea
time slows down... stops...
endlessly... we fly!
Freefalling ... waiting for the wacky 'chute to open
Falling further and further away from the ground
silently ... without a sound ... we rise
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
Your right im making excuses
The real reason I cant be with you
is because I'm to scared to
Every person I have ever loved in my life has died
or turned bad
and I cant have your heart of gold turn black because of me
I cant have anymore people cease to survive
so i try
and stay away
its the only way i keep the people i love alive
and its the only reason I feel dead inside
Yeah she hurt me
but thats not why I cry
I cry because I hurt her
she left me
but it was my fault
I am the one who reopened all her scars
and now she cuts every night
more hurt inside
dont you see
people are hurting because of me
and my value is not in pieces
because I am in shards
all i do is hurt people
and i break through it all
I am not strong
I am weak
the only strenght you seee
is the strenght i get from you
you are the one who inspires me
but i cant get to close
I have to stay in my hole
get away from me
I dont want to break anymore souls
I dont wanna hurt you
please just go
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
I have always been a lot to handle;
I feel too much, talk too much.
My sensitivity is my weakness
And my strenght.
I can feel the Earth moving
Under my feet,
I can hear the wind praying,
And the song of the sea.
And the forests, they call me
To explore them all.
But I'm in the city,
So how can I hear their voice?
There is so much to me,
From loud laughter to excessive talks,
From quiet nights filled with thinking,
All the way to stupid jokes.
A storm rages inside my head,
Ready to sink all the ships
To the bottom of the sea,
So please be a submarine.
Explore my depths, love them all,
For no one else was brave enough
To stay and try to tame my soul.
I think you will be the first to know
The real me.
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 1:10 AM UTC
Sipping Red Wine
With
Disciplined disciples
Dining
With minds alike
Best friends,
Next of kin
I repent
For my sins
Then
Hug my worst enemy
As she
Kisses me
On the cheek...
"Here's my toast,
A final cheer"
I raise
Out my chair
Hold my glass
In the air
Final words spoken
In red
"Momento Mori
Remember the Alive
Soon becomes Dead!"
Lips stained
And wiped
With bread
My Body
And Blood
Portrays
The art
Of Me
Spilling my heart
As I talk
Of My Final walk
Remembered
For ages to come
The pages will turn
As nuns
Thumb
Through my revelations
Revealed
To show my appeal
For
Keeping it rea
lEveryone stands
Clap hands
I give the
Cue to sit
Then
Follow in suit
Before
The crucifix
Suited in an outfit
That helps
My family
Come to grips
With The Final dip
Into oblivion
Rest assure
The rest's assured
With a promised
That God keeps
Strenght
Will be
Bestowed
Upon the weak
Faith
Is best owed
To the one
Who speaks
"Let There Be Light"
And brightens
The darkness
Of life
I
Will take the pain
Of a thousand deaths
Take a thousand steps
With the wieght
Of the world on my shoulders
As I pass away
For my best freinds sins
As he watches me
Silently
Violently whipped
As blood drips
On a red shirt
Tye dyed
From the wine I sipped
The night before
I died
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 10:10 PM UTC
Hear that?
crackling...
rough crunching...
Stop it.
Nothing
is really there.
You're just
being
paranoid.
Such innocence,
such weakness.
I have you.
You so easily
sustain
my existence.
Expanding,
educating,
strengthening.
Your power
evanesces,
demonic ****
Some day
strenght will favour
another.
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 3:05 AM UTC