The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry.
My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions.
Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal?
Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes.
They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.
Copyright © stephanie hanvey
Even when things get hard.
Even when things seem to never get better.
I know in the storm,
i'm not alone.
You're with me,
getting me through this.
When I have no strength,
you life me up.
I know I wont be
in this storm long.
There's a better place in the end.
Copyright © Angel Hale
Icon lovers -
strung from peeling pillars
cast cold as corner cobwebs
on strands of polished pews.
Churchyards cut quiet
gates rust bible black
billboards bounce doubts
at decks of dancing buses.
'HAVE GOOD FAITH YOU MAY NEED GOD TOMORROW'
Printed bold on rippled red
behind dark's drizzled glass
never read to be remembered
the bestseller serves so many.
But silver plated sermons
pour truth as plaster ash
on painted bones of Christ
psalms sung in Sunday best.
For all the stonewall echoes
never moved one moments fate
to fill the poorest mouths
of them forever praying!.
Copyright © William Gray
I have stopped my ways of being wild
I have almost all together stop my ways of acting like a child
But more often than not I think about if I did what I done was worth while
I look at my scars upon my hands, each one tells a story
but not every scar is filled with glory
I regret the deep cuts on my hands caused from a fight with the boys before me
I just hope that the memory of the pain I caused is a little less by the time I turn forty
I do what I must, but as a youngster I do what I can
Telling stories right where I stand
Lord forgive me for my blood stained hands.
Copyright © Travis Lone Hill
We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered
Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered
Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather
Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter
It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder
All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter
Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter
Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter
The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster
Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master
But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder
If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder
You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered
Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger
You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger
Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger
SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!
Copyright © Travis Lone Hill
I am valuable but not worth any price
I am precious but far more than gold
I am productive but not for abuse
I can talk but not to be abused of talking
I am hardworking but not to be a slave
I am a wife but I am an individual too
I am a mother but I'm just human
I am strong but I get tired too,
I am in flesh, so I need rest
I care but I value myselft first and foremost
I am kind but need kindness too
I listen but not to be lied to
I run the house but I deserve to run myself too
I am the help meet but I need support too
I understand but not to be misunderstood
I provide but I need to be provided for too
I run the kitchen but I need to run my self too
I am the housewife but I am a wife too,
I am married, to my husband, not the house!
I love but I should not be taken for granted
I am weak but not to be raped, beated and scratched
I am submissive and obedient but not to be exercised power abuse on
I am a cheerful giver but not to be robbed
I am soft but not to have my blood squeezed out,
I am full of life but not to be taken away from me
Yes, I am a woman,
Created to live,
Not to be a woebegone!
Copyright © Ame Aron
Life is so crazy/
Death so busy it never get's lazy/
Thoughts blurred and blinded by true lies that they always get hazy/
The mother ****ing devil is always trying to chase me/
But I'm stronger than that I won't ever let *****like that ever ****ing faze me/
I no longer care if any muther ****ers want to over or under rate me/
I've already been ****ing up on my own lately/
I take your ****ing criticism greatly/
*****es I'm too real for any of you fake mother ****ers to fake me/
I'm too ****ing still in God's foundation to let the devil shake me/
I'm the general, the king of my own *****nobody can't ever break me/
**** what people say for I am the maker of my own *****people can't ever make me/
I'm the leader and deliverer of my own *****you can never take me/
Who want to question *****about *****mother ****ers thats why I'm Writer Crazy.....
Copyright © Travis Lone Hill
I was immersed in an impervious imagination
of these frail flowers feigning a feel of freedom
I watched their wings whirling in whoredom
Impious, they are implanted with impinged impetus
A dignified dust, decorated and dubbed a domineer
Yet they decided to be detritus on a detour, detrained.
Thronged by thick thorny thoughts, theme and thrust
On a throne of thistles, ever thrilled by thralldom,
Pots parading potpourri, they preen in power pomp,
positioned in a plain, poisoned, they prey on the potter,
O where did you wield those wings of woeful wisdom;
to trail the terrain that will only twist and tame you.
A dust you are, drunk and drenched with delusion
Deluged by derisory dream in the domain of darkness,
you drill and drink from the dust you did not designed
O dignified dust, your destiny is but dross and dust.
Devious: you devise deviltry with the devoiced dusts,
With a magmatic mind, mutinous against your marker
Your beauty, brain and brawns will soon get broken,
And you will be drowned in the dust you dignified…
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite
Glitter Gold to chase
A Richness Galour
Of Fallen ANGELS,
..That Shimmers A
Love Featherd among
A White wing spread.
To the pearly gates of
PETER I have come to
An understanding: agape'
Love is all around.
So bless those who
Will follow me, and fear
The ones who don't.
As I Step up to the stair
Way to heaven... To
Open my soul.
To lead gods exsample,
For he was known
To retain all sin, and release
Them to his flood of Wrath...
Beyond the waters.
Against 40 days n' 40 nights,
To survive it's blasting roar;
I have become one with him
For he is my true father... For
He is Our only GOD!
Aboard boat by TWO'S.
Copyright © Carma Reed
they are confused i feel their it pouring out of their words as they spit cruel taunts at me hoping to get another reason to strike me father they do not know which the madness they bring forth they pull me high i feel a sharp pain in my hands they grow cold and limp their smothered in red ink pouring from itself they place jagged pieces of something on my head and i feel a warm liquid dripping down my face i feel my life draining i look down at my death dealers and forgive them as i pass on to see my father
Copyright © Jayce Collazo
He began before the beginning began
Before the beginning had a beginning
He was in the beginning
The source of all existence
For before anything existed
He is existent
He is God, the Omnipotent
Copyright © Emmanuel Abiodun Oke
Bobby-O believes in astronomy – stars alignments and planets in tune
Jason justifies existence through science- life of “I am and done”
Evan gives evidence towards evolution- ameba to ape to man
Multitudes cry- “I believe in God!”
Though few live life outside the man
Copyright © Mark Goodson
Free to pray.
Free to worship you.
Free to sing.
Free to dance.
Free to write about you.
Free to do your will.
Free to tell others about you.
Copyright © Angel Hale
Gracious gratitude giving’s go god-ward
Reflections return readily received
Significantly shape synchronicity
Intuitively incorporate into
Omnipresent observers originating
Love laughter light
Creating Christ Christened civilizations…
Copyright © Darren Garmer
I'm on the path to a massive collapse like the NASDAQ
I never asked for your lack of compassion so you can have it back
and love is just a mask that we wear when we act tragedies
just as fast as it happens you're snapped back to reality
trapped by your past as you battle morality
it was bad while it lasted
always in the aftermath of disaster
like back when I smashed the gas and crashed through that house with the hatchback
and after that, if only to add to the excitement
I was snatched by a task force and slapped with a stack of indictments
I've basked in my doubts and the shadows it casts
on the reality of happily ever after,
if or when exactly it's supposed to happen
and after I've passed into ashes, my name scratched in epitaph
if, in fact, there's an afterlife- will it have me?
if this all an elaborate test did I pass, though I acted badly?
Copyright © scott phillips
Countdown siren. Islam is at stake.
Arabic Y2K, Countdown.
Islam in Jeaporday, I breath Hajj.
We are near the science incentive.
The smell of petrol, the beginning of empty goldmines.
Empty Oil Checkers on cars.
Islam in jeaporday.
Allah protect the saviours.
A sliding ice knife.
The tempo of Islam
The son of Islam in humankind.
We cannot breath the criticality
I cannot heathen the heresay.
Smell the petrol, I cannot walk in the Middle East.
I would rather Die
The End of Islam
Copyright © Moses Samandar