I feel the links dropping off.
Clink, clink,…clink.
Staring off over the city, sipping on time.
Life doesn’t feel so heavy, with love aligned.
O God please , please stop this
your lowly servant is in pain help me Lord my God
I need you now more than ever.
Amidst the Lillie's I found a Rose it shined brightly under the moon screaming mine.
And that's when I knew
you had hurt me enough to freeze the sun
but I escape from you
that's the best lie I have been telling myself
yet why are you so different
I want to erase you but you have my heart
each word that fell of you poked me hardly
I am waiting for the day when he will cover in me in his arms
and save me from you
he will protect me and cherish me
something you couldn't do he will teach me to love and trust something you and nobody could ever do.
Was it ever so hard to cry,
past screamed grief,
present don't say anything,
as for future I still wonder .
Was it always like this
hopeless,
famished,
felt naked,
but did I do something wrong ?
Pain in my veins
slow and strong enough to tear it.
Oh, I love and hate it at the same time!
The cut is oozing I wonder if I'll be gone
but I guess I'll hold on till I make her smile
but is she worth this all ?
What did she want from me?
she said peace . love . obedience . courage
but she showed me war . hate . rebellion . cowardice.
Loud and clear she said "You better off dead"
But her eyes screamed love
am I delusional or am I blinded by anger ?
I swear to God I tried
but its not working
I tried to stop all of it
but everything came back like a wave
will I ever be free?
The touch was warmth but the fear creeped through,
it went through all the unknown places-
what if one day it all just burst through me,
am I the victim or the survivor.
They spoke of love
but nobody knows how to show it
why? Is it that hard?
I want to say NO
but my lips just can't do that
it's so used to saying YES.
Just a Rose and Jasmine is all I need-
but they wither over time,
why did the Nazarene created they if they can't stay forever
why do the tormenting heart has to go through agony ?
I wonder if he exists
"If he ever exists let him know a dear servant wished for you and wasted the eternity"
This app has chased a lot of people away
It has and nit the right ones =x
Lots of up And down lately
I completely understand the ups and downs =(
What brings you to the poetic side if the world
I just write until the cows come home. I also draw stuff
I also play guitar, as well as a bit of drums
>>> What brings you to the poetic side if the ...
Poetry was never a choice; it’s the echo of things felt but never spoke
It lives where reason fades and the soul takes over
And such a GC must be alive
>>> I also play guitar, as well as a bit of drums
Share some talent ha
This was one of the many things I sketched up for one of my poems
That’s the pic from .44 calibre love letter.
I should've clarified it's not originally my idea, but rather a slight reimagining of the idea
You revamped lyrics and made a newish sketch? Either way it does look cool. I love that song and the pic I was like wait a tic
>>> Thats a good reason
Ofc it is
And I still dk why is this gc kinda dead
It has had its ups and downs over the years but the last few years people just dont come here anymore
Interest in literature seems to have faded over time, but its magic never truly disappears perhaps it just needs a new spark to reignite
When the world turns around and the electric pulse of the world shuts down literature will come back
Literature never truly leaves; it simply waits in the shadows, ready to rise when the noise of the world fades
I am a leader of a revolution that never existed, my mind fractured in full delusion sick and twisted.
Bloodshot eyes and sleepless nights, battling the lies and what seams right.
I am a failure in my own mind, more then a little broken and a gesture held together by twine.
To the world my smile screams yes im fine, yet below it steams with out a spine.
With out control I am silent alone, releasing the pressure a whole unknown.
I am a product of what you made, alone I stand until death and grave.
Even though you your not alone, alone is where your most at home. Its not the fact their not around, you see their face their very sound; always there or say they are.. but in the end your distant far.
In your head a world away, in the darkest deepest place. Where nothing breathes but the tears of silent water solace fears.
Face the facts on where you stand, no guiding light or reaching hand. Strong for all of those around, silent, quiet , with out a sound.
Just remember who you are; a substation rental car.. on a trip for all to reach,Their place on earth where they are free.
