Withering weeping willows
shade wrought-iron gates,
creaking in the midst of a cool mid-autumn gale.
Starless, charcoal skies loom above,
as birdsong of nightingales drifts through the evening.
Coming upon a worn, dirt-laden path,
frost-burnt grass lines the edges,
beckoning me to mourning’s sorrow.
Marble statues of angels, frozen in prayer, greet me.
falling to my knees, I brush the crisp leaves from your grave,
tracing your name with my indebted fingertips.
Your presence floods back,
whilst tears coat floundering eyes.
I lay amongst lily-white chrysanthemums,
As my home became the cemetery
the moment your soul departed.
Men bearing nakedness and strips of thong
running through and whipping the female throng
Blood red and milk white,
colors of delight.
A tradition for years that remained strong.
Young women wrote names with aim to belong.
Man drawing their name is their hopeful song.
Placed strip in an urn
for a mate they yearn.
The new couple together all year long.
Celebration of Lupa and Faunus,
the day is swiftly coming upon us.
festival of note,
formation to choate.
A fertile year for them was a promise.
I won't cry over tomorrow's tears,
Wishing away all my deepest, dark fears.
Losing myself,drowning in the madness,
Trying to fill an empty cup, only full of sadness.
Put on a smile, laugh, it all will be okay,
Searching reaching for anything to take the pain away.
Taken,lost,broken, maybe something in between
Mourning the death of me,but have I ever been seen?
At the bottom,eyes looking up, which direction do I take?
But each choice is wrong, no matter which I make.
Take it all in breathe it all out,
Your journey is supposed to be what it's all about.
So familiar, all of this, have I been here before?
Looking down at the choices of tears wet on the floor.
In the dark,there's a shadow,reaching out for me,
I don't know what it wants, it's difficult to see.
The pressure is consuming,it's getting hard to breathe,
I grasp the hand,now desperate, what will I become?
Coming upon the surface now,nothing left,where is it?Why am I so numb?
There's no manual or guide for what this life has in store,
Begging,pleading, please I can't take it anymore!
So I won't cry over tomorrow's tears,
'Cause time erodes you through all of these years.
From the pages of a strangers life
I note how the seas are searene
Coming upon the Gas Stations glowing lights
There in the distance it sits like a shard of heaven
so bright in the velvet endless night
Engines die in the cool evening
Like hope in the spaces between time and matter
A Spector drifting
A sentinel point in the void
A welcoming sight
As the car rumbles to a grinding halt
Stepping out form the smoke filled beast
A stranger is there his shadow trailing behind
Along this road to nowhere….
This is a day and age of scepticism
the things of former years are denied
God's holy book is given no notice
it's laughed to scorn never be applied
But there's a day coming upon earth
when everybody's number will be up
the one who made us will say 'the end'
no second chances, look at your cup
Have you received your cup of salvation?
which God gives to all who believe
be sure your anchor is in Christ
for if not without you, He will leave
Are you ready to meet the saviour?
looking forward to that glorious day
will you be ashamed to see His face?
or have you followed His Calvary way
Jesus is coming, maybe now!
when on earth He told it so
that one day Christ would return
for His own whose hearts will bow
(This is written about what if Jesus came back today.
Would you be prepared to meet your maker with a loving and bold heart?
Or would you cower and ask forgiveness one more time?
Or would you deny Him forever?).
It has been growing upon me,
this sense of extra exposure in a photograph.
I’m beginning to peer out
like the moon behind dark branches.
It has been coming upon on me,
this feeling of being in a picture -
a picture scratched into skin,
a skin nailed to a blazing sun.
I am in this painting
where a superimposed ghost-tint
back-lights my self-image -
a pentimento emerging through.
In these visions there is a pensiveness
where light meets shadow
as if I were witnessing
the late works
of an artist yet to be born.
i took her paw
in mine as we
lumbered
having been
fattening for
what we knew
was too fast
coming upon
but must on
us as we
sleepily
agreed
that cave over
there has nice
decor with lots
of lichen of
different
colors
so not saying
that we stretched
a mile but we
stretched out in
style
each finding our
own
comfort
zone where
our
bones
became
one
with
the
frozen
slowly
breath
in g
not fro
Zen
slo
w ly
brie
thing
yum
that
french
cheese
paired
with
a two
thous
and
fif
teen
bore
doe
now
she's
aged and
laying so
near me
in a
bare
dream
her hair
had ex
tent
ions but
i rem
ember
the
spark
starting
this poem
when i
took
but
should've
asked for her
paw and she
placing hers
in mine but not
a mine but a
cave where
i need to
remember
when the bed
springs wake
us to always
say to her
i love you
Sara
Compassionate, Spiritual, Shy, and Creative
Sister to four older biological brothers
Lover of God, Home, and Family
One who feels affection deeply, concern for many, and intrigued with nature
Who fears wars, plagues, and disasters coming upon the world and universe
One who would like to see peace on earth, nature at its best, and love overflowing
Resident of West Central Georgia
Kendrick
Sara
Compassionate, Spiritual, Shy, and Creative
Adopted sister to two older brothers and one older sister who died in infancy
Lover of God, Home, And Family
One who feels insecure, needs to be perfect, and close to nature
Who fears what horrible things are coming on this earth
One who would like to see families stay intack, love overflowing, and nature at its best
Resident of West Central Georgia, The Universe, And One Day Heaven
Kendrick
I am like the tree that is split into two trunks..I was born to one family then adopted by another but share in with adoption into the family of God..The change in the poem is the fact that I was adopted so a major change in my life
The Lord Jesus Christ brings His merciful grace
this grace of God is gifted and free upon all
God's righteousness at Christ's expense no less
for guilty sinners so they need not ultimately fall
God has many characteristics as our father
showing His great love so eternally full
this is displayed in Christ's sacrificial obedience
dying for sin this saviour our blessed jewel
The holy spirit comes down in sweet communion
to fill us with His spirit so evidently pure
this is a blessed privilege only for selected few
to know God in spirit convinced to be sure
This is God's benediction so fully complete
coming upon his people such are blessed
what majesty displayed in all His attributes
now to be still and enjoy His eternal rest
(The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all.)
2 Corinthians 13: 14 (ESV)
All the demons had to now was patiently wait, knowing time was the best form of attack. Knowing the Phoenix was to powerful to to fight, knowing his will to succeed could never be matched. So they did what he himself had once done, fought fire with fire and burned his family and friends. The Phoenix coming upon the flames, watched it burn, the fire consuming his soul, swore vengeance, now deadly and very determined. Knowing their mistake, the demons returned to hell, warning the masses that the spawn their hell created, the Phoenix, was on his way back. And with hate in his heart and Love by his side the survival of hell wouldn't stand a chance. For their master, afraid of defeat escaped the day the Phoenix gave flight, escaped armed with manipulation and lies. Laughter quickly fills the tainted souls, for as the Phoenix approached, their master, the purest evil, Love, their standing at his side. For Love had created the Phoenix, and now Love, whispered, welcome to hell, your birth place, your home... This whole time I, Love have made you believe we could survive hell together....... Love you where always alone.
Again I slide my blade through my pale skin
Blood flows freely from my wrist
Cuts are scattered across my body
Despair darkens my soul
Empty eyes stare back at me from the mirror
Fear of what I am becoming wracking my body
Gripping my arms to stop an endless flow of crimson
Hearing sobs in the distance
I then realize they are coming from me
Just as soon as I realize this my knees buckle
Knowing that I am broken beyond repair
Love will never visit one as broken as me
My hands leave my wrists
Now I just let the blood flow
Once upon a time I had hope
Perhaps if I live I will again
Quietly Death is coming upon me
Rushing to comfort my broken soul
Soothing the pain from my heart and body
Taking me in his warm embrace
Unlike the living Death gives a safety I have never felt
Very slowly a smile spreads across my face
With arms open wide Death excepts my broken soul
"Xenagogue lead me home"
"Yes child suffer no more,
Zoetic you are not"
Sara
Compassionate, Spiritual, Shy, and Creative
Sister to four older biological brothers
Lover of God, Home, and Family
One who feels affection deeply, concern for many, and intrigued with nature
Who fears wars, plagues, and disasters coming upon the world and universe
One who would like to see peace on earth, nature at its best, and love overflowing
Resident of West Central Georgia
Kendrick
Sara
Compassionate, Spiritual, Shy, and Creative
Adopted sister to two older brothers and one older sister who died in infancy
Lover of God, Home, And Family
One who feels insecure, needs to be perfect, and close to nature
Who fears what horrible things are coming on this earth
One who would like to see families stay intack, love overflowing, and nature at its best
Resident of West Central Georgia, The Universe, And One Day Heaven
Kendrick
I am like the tree that is split into two trunks..I was born to one family then adopted by another but share in with adoption into the family of God..The change in the poem is the fact that I was adopted so a major change in my life.
All of this written on : April 16, 2015
You are unbearably cruel
I don't want anything to do with you
You made my heart rise and fall
You hurt me to my heart and now I am along
Along in this world with out a care
I'll never think about you again
Love is nothing but a game to you and in the end you'll always lose
This is why you pay the cost
But it's your loss not mine
The things you told me are now just a wrinkle in time, it doesn't mean a thing
But you only have yourself to blame
Mad you are
Hurt I am
When I am along I will cry where I stand
You broke my heart and left it for dead
These words mean nothing to you and soon they will mean nothing to me
Forever your name will be spoken, but not a good word will be said
For the only things that were good are all ready dead
Love feeds on nothing nor do I
I'll find another man and he will be satisfied
But for you there is no hope
One day you will think why?
But I will be gone from your life
Just like a cold knife coming upon you neck
But you will not remember a thing so why try and recollect
Hate is a word you do not understand
But you will when you heart is dead.
hilarity ensues
when coming upon the wounded
who walks as if the scars can’t be
seen,
who talks as if perfection lies within &
who never misses a chance to check themselves in the
mirror---
wounded people who won’t fess up to being human
get through life by making lies
dealing them out at the table like a drunken casino b-side
who couldn’t make the grade in vegas & has been reduced to
your local night club back room---
when the wounded cake on the makeup
they use all their wiles at hand
to make up for what has already happened to them &
the cross that they bear isn’t shameful, like they think it is,
for all it means is that they have been ****ed with
like we all have at some point in our lives
but we alone get to choose how to deal with it---
hide it & try to act like nothing ever happened or
thrust it out with both hands gripping round its neck
for all the world to see,
these are your options &
nothing lies between.
The mortal restrain
the blood tripping from my eyes
the blue skin
not yet fully grown fetus
Before her stands a wraith of me
her not knowing whats going on
i talk but she cant hear me
she turns away moving into the light
im standing in the darkness
she turns and holds out her hand
the time when darkness met the light
the power i felt light coming upon me
I turn away and let go of her hand
i cant move away from the darkness
it swallows me whole
she disapears before my eyes
The light is gone and im all alone
i cry blood not tears
im naked wrapped in one black cloth
it covers my stomach
i take the clothing off
my stomach falls open
the fetus blue and bloody
falling out laying on the ground
i walk away an image appears before me
it of a accident a car laying on the ground below a hill
i see myself reaching for her hand but they take her away
they leave me here dead with my fetus
I know now that i cant be saved
i close my eyes and return to the dark
i see her above me in a white gown
she shines like the sun and has wings that sparkle
like glitter i daze off never to wake again.
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