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Keiri Aug 2019
I'm a child and adult.
I don't see it as an insult.

I'm a girl and a boy.
I'm a tool and you're my toy.

I'm kind and sadistic.
You would see me sick.

I'm real and I'm fake.
I always lie for my sake.

I'm vage and I'm raw.
I never tell what I saw.

I'm positively a pessimist.
I'm the worst on your list.

I'm a prisoner of the free.
And I will never see.
Valentine Mbagu Oct 2013
There where difficulty erupts like a volcano,
l will seek solace in God my Creator.

There where the sorrow and horror of life meets in a border,
l will seek refuge in God my warrior.

There where loneliness becomes my food and cragginess my mood,
l will seek companion with God my anchor.

There where the struggles and grudges of life giggles me to my face,
l will embrace the grace to praise my God.

There where the pains of life cause me to rain down tears,
l will groan to praise my Maker.

There where tears becomes my drink and fears my sting,
l will trust and hope in God.


At the foot of worries,
He will console and walk in me.
At the soot of sorrows,
He will uphold and walk with me.
At the mud of mourning,
He will comfort and walk through me.
At the venyard of life,
He will water and work for me.
At the vage of rage,
He will throne and walk around me.

There where all hope is lost and my enemies compass me in battle,
He will defend and fight for my freedom in battle.

Twitter:
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Death Horizon Jul 2018
Lost is just a vage word to describe
Were we are right now
Cause being lost is not being able to find
Something you know it´s good for you
But where´s that for myself?

Where do I find what´s good for me when I cannot even get lost
Where´s me?
Myself?
My soul?
Will I die tomorrow?
Will I get old?

I cannot get lost in me....

How can I get lost in this world?

I cannot find myself in me....

HOW CAN I FIND MYSELF IN THIS WORLD?

The feeling of being dead it´s what I think being lost is
Because dying is not knowing what to expect after
And right now I don´t know what to expect

I hope someday I can be lost...
Nikki May 2020
Iedereen danst
de ruimte is gevuld met muziek
overal **** ik gelach
mensen omarmen elkaar
en hopen dat de muziek nooit stopt

In een hoekje van de zaal zit ik
Ik ben niet gekomen om te dansen
Maar waarom dan wel?
Misschien hoopte ik toch
dat iemand me ten dans zou vragen

Mijn gedachten worden onderbroken
door twee glasheldere ogen die me hoopvol aankijken
Een hand vraagt me om te dansen
en ik neem ze dankbaar vast
We dansen de hele avond
en de hele nacht
zelfs als de muziek stopt
laten we elkaar niet los

Maar plots begin je te vervagen
en word ik weggerukt
Ik word wakker
en het enige wat er nog van je overblijft
is een vage herinnering
en voeten die moe zijn van het dansen

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