let him go ; let go of her
We can't let go unless we're sure
For something that can dislocate
Something cold to numb the ache
Something to be our next mistake
Something like love lying in wait
Satans got his eyes on me
With marked intent , selfishly
The cross I wear...
The taste of your kiss
Our tongues entwined
All of my demons
Submissive to you
Watching you gently
Break me in two
I want to feel your pain
Driving into me
Because I self destruct
I'll play the martyr
Just erase this ache
Kiss me harder
cage on my heart
Beneath my breast
Piercing my ribs with every breath
I'm left and dead set on what I regret
You deny my pain like I'll suffer less
Drive me insane and tore off my dress
To spill the words I couldn't say
They dance on my tongue
Like birds of prey...
Your denial, self loathing, it never erases
The events, the experiences, inside you they hide
Consuming your soul
Your True purpose denied
Existing with turmoil, life filled with despair
You keep telling yourself, "this is so unfair"
So follow your instincts and work...
even the wildest of dreams. No, I am not here. Nor am I there. I crave the release of mental stimulation that has accumulated. Sometimes, I am wild, calling out in search for a like-minded soul to hear and seek refuge in the indulgence of thought. Other times, I am submissive...
because of how very possible it is, is that beneath the vast amounts of strength and maturity that she yields, the innocence that makes her so uniquely great had left her naive in infatuation at a stage. I'm afraid that she has run out of reasons to love me and that she doesn't...
At the young age of five, my mother read Narnia to me before bed. I loved the fantastical realm though I'm not sure how much of it I actually ever understood...I just knew that it made me want to read as much as possible.
My sisters used to help me when I was little, read me...
Sunshine warm on your face,The smell of fresh cut grass,All of these things make me feel alive and refreshed.Flowers budding on the trees,Birds singing sweetly in the cool breeze,Children laughing and playing,The seasons are changing.Open the windows.Clean out the cobwebs.Feel...
though I'm beautiful
Even though my souls for sale
My dark skin slowly going pale
The rush of my blood going stale
I can rise like a Phoenix
From ashes to freedom
A goddess like Venus
But you'll never see this
I am merely a formality
Abstract from your reality
I started writing on a daily basis when I was a freshman in High School. I had a teacher that was also a professor at a well known university. He loved creative writing and journaling. His love of the written word soon was instilled in me. ...
For warriors quantity matters, for prophets quality is more important. Material goods are counted, spiritual gifts are countless. The followers numbers matter, whereas the leaders need to be accountable. Grant that I may not wish so much to be counted as to be counted on.
plank of Cedarwood
1 spool of scarlet yarn
Hyssop (a brightly aromatic colored herb)
Kill one of the birds. Dip the live bird in a mixture of water, its mate's blood, scarlet yarn in case the blood is not bloody enough, and enough hyssop to mask the pungent smell of blood. Use...
what I couldn't be
I can't replace you with melodies of lies I couldn't sing
A fallen angel from a velveteen sky with crooked wings
The most painful of unhealthy advice you shouldn't think
Your runnin' away from people, all the while you think your cautious
It's okay to show...
Manalapan Connection II is live on Kindle and soon to be on Nook. Both of these systems have apps downloadable for most devices (PC, tablet, and phone)Searchable under the title name. Both book now Live on Kindle.This book is a sequel to The Manalapan Connection and helps to...
Question my law
And their authority,
Find your own path,
Have faith and doubt,
Find and seek,
The desert as your home.
I said, I'd kill you, if you did it.
What I left out:
It'd kill me, if you won't.
So eat that fruit,
Touch that mountain,
deep. Meanwhile inside I feel dirty, and wish I could lock myself up for a week to not be a danger to others or myself. If others only knew what I think, they'd stay far away. Brainwashed into thinking that there must be something wrong with me, my soul cries out to God in...
Minutes feel like hours,
Hours feels like days.
When will the time speed up?
Will it ever speed up?
The uncertainty is driving me insane,
I want the seconds to feel like seconds!
The minutes to feel like minutes!
When my eyes are open it's like an unending day,
- Someone had to carry the cross,
And the Pharisees refused.
- They followed your law.
- Yes, that was the problem.
- What did you expect?
- For someone to do the unexpected:
For Peter to move a mountain instead of denying me trice. For the tax collectors and prostitutes...
through the wreckage for your chosen one
The centre of the storm
The sun the moon the stars and I
Are somehow perfectly aligned
And I keep waiting for a sign
For fate to dictate
To feel alive
Erasure of self
Without any help
Pennies tossed down a wishing well...
I will admit that I am fearful. I am not ashamed of this and I do not regret it... because fear reminds me of my humanity, reminds me of caution, and spares me of my arrogance...
Fear isn't something to ignore, it is merely another obstacle to embrace and overcome.
Writing.... I'm the quiet/shy type which is probably why I love to write. I express my feelings through it... when no one else wants to hear me I go straight to my journal. I love how I can just escape the world sometimes.
A spinning compass
A shredded map
Your fingertips across my lips
Tiny little slivers
With the shards left from words
That I spoke in reverse
Mixed anger with hurt
And you tasted it first
Open my mouth and the devil comes out
Date a girl who writes.
Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered...
I write to get out the demons. Sometimes its painful, sometimes it makes me feel happy. It's nice when some else tells me they can relate. Even if I'm alone in my thoughts, I prefer to move them from pain to paper.
I have written for years, most of my life really. I fill...
Your mind is clear
Severing your solitude
You hear her
Calling out to you
Lies deep in her eyes
Between her thighs
Absolve the mediocrity
With a pain so deep
Rage becomes need
Your illusions lie...
It is darkened and black clouds linger above.
The light is gone from someone so strong.
All that remains is a dark hollow shell.
There is no beating heart, no warmth, only cold.
Once a man of strength and power,
Now he questions his life and his decisions.
I want my bright...
I am closer to you
And you are to me
I am feeling your pain
I am the hell that stands between our fate
It's the way you smoke your cigarettes
It's the way I fade into your debt
You see I'm insane but you haven't left
Tasted our madness...
that's the thing. They love and taunt and eventually it haunts. You grow together and say forever. Till one day, forever ceases to exist. Pity. Ofcourse, the tragedy in it all isn't that they've left or abandoned you right in mid sentence. It's rather the fact you never had the...
they see me as shy, dumb and invisible. But that's not me, to be honest no one really knows who I am, people think they know what I am thinking and what I would do in most situations, and most of the time they are wrong. I'm at that horible age when your not sure what the future...
Pour salt in the wounds
That still bleed for you
Forget her it's better I don't know the truth
I don't want you
I don't need you
Yes I do
Tell me you're sorry you broke my heart
For the pieces of me you tore apart
Your blind drunk and venomous work of art
but the hunger
Coursing through my being
Whispering your name
Til my fever breaks
I'd place my palms flat on the wall
That might sustain me
Shallow breaths filled with agony
The ache for you
To come to me
To satiate , end this pain
I started writing about...roughly seven years ago. I have one book available on Amazon.com, I've written a couple of fanfictions, and I have also started a lot of projects I was never able to finish due to real life getting in the way all the dangy darn time. Sooooo....I'm new...
I am working on a couple of novels, they come from the brain and require discipline. I write erotica which id born out of passion and comes from your soul. But poetry comes from the heart and is born out of pain and despair. You will seldom meet a happy poet. Especially right...
I think not.
Do you know your soul?
I know not.
For if We did, we would embrace each others choices, no matter what they may be.
Do you know his heart?
I think not.
Do you know his soul?
I know not.
For if We did, we would honor his masculinity and raise him up in times if...
and dreamt I was a feather. A little white feather. Not perfect but small twisted and worn. Still beautiful. Delecate and soft like a fragile snowflake. The wind lifted me up in the sky.
The wind pushes me forward twisting and spinning. I get dizzy. I float for miles...
After the food offering of guilty pleasure, wash the blood off your hands with sweet perfume. To avoid death have someone else talk to the Lord on your behalf. Carefully measure the quantity of your repentance: are you two turtle doves worth of sorry? Do we have a higher bidder...
Using words to seduce my way in
Into your lungs
On the tip of your tongue
Into your blood
On the shelves of your soul
Where no one else goes
I wish I could find
The way into your mind
You remind me of that perfect line
When the ocean meets the sky...
and Grendel charge at each other. The glow from the torches showing Grendel's teeth barred ready to strike, meanwhile Beowulf's muscles bulge as he makes a grab at the beast before him. But right when the two combatants touch, a bizarre pulse radiates from within them and the...
I can't keep up
I can see you there in the distance
Wait for me!
My legs are moving but I seem to be going so slow
Do you hear me calling your name?
The mist is enveloping
I can't see my hands
Your form is disappearing
I think you've gone too far ahead
I am lost
I am alone
Does anyone else here daydream about a story they are writing? I find myself so involved in something I am working on, that I literally walk around with my head in the clouds all day at work, and I can barely wait for the weekend when I can park it in front of my computer...