Grief
All my life I have searched for the gifts that are destined to be mine.
I looked under the rock of worldly desires
And only found fear and scarcity
I looked under fear and scarcity
And found worthlessness and emptiness
When in desperation I looked under grief
I found them all and more
For when I looked under grief
I stopped holding on to what wasn’t mine
In grieving my losses I honor what I’m worth
And only then am I ready to receive what is mine.
rate this poem: 
(1 votes, average poem rating: 1 out of 5)
Empty.
I am hollow,
like the sould that wait beneath me.
I have no business in this world.
My Purpose,
an aimless existence.
This barren life
has become my coffin
and I am being buried alive.
For every hour i spend
removing the splinters that invade
this transparent skin
my free will diminshes
and this disposition for a cruel end
becomes all the more clear.
Awaiting death has become
my entire life.
So it should seem fitting
that I should remain eternally damned
in this coffin,
shabby and unfinished,
my world.
rate this poem:
Empty.
I am hollow,
like the sould that wait beneath me.
I have no business in this world.
My Purpose,
an aimless existence.
This barren life
has become my coffin
and I am being buried alive.
For every hour i spend
removing the splinters that invade
this transparent skin
my free will diminshes
and this disposition for a cruel end
becomes all the more clear.
Awaiting death has become
my entire life.
So it should seem fitting
that I should remain eternally damned
in thi coffin,
shabby and unfinished,
my world.
rate this poem:
Mourners
Lovers we are the mourners of our time,
Our grief is eqaul to our crimes,
And every step was out of line,
As we waltzed to ghostly chimes,
This age is mine with hallow tears,
She cries and lies away the fear,
All this heart and none but black,
No great soul could bring this lover back.
rate this poem:
(1 votes, average poem rating: 5 out of 5)
Wild Flowers
I have watched you pass the wild flowers again and again you choose the manicured roses with scents so fair. I have watched you discard your lovely prizes when frosts chill is down. There beauty is no challenge and they bore you now. I have watched you trample the wild flowers and how you ignore how they endure. Their strength masked by wiles that allure. And though you think they are common weeds, their beauty grows free. Through the bitter winds of the open plain their potency remains. They need no walled gardens in light or in shade. Their ferocious spirit a burning flame and from the ashes they always rise again.
rate this poem:
Deception
You get good at being that one.
Though everyone around believes one thing,
Its never what you really are.
I dont even know any longer who it is that you are.
You have become something, that as far as I can see is nothing and is nothingness.
Keep your lies flowing like sweet wine.
Until everyone around you is intoxicated by the false words that make “so” much difference.
But you know what your doing, you press each letter indifferently posing no threat to yourself.
Or me for that matter.
So until the time is near when you must tell the truth, keep up this deception for it is the only thing that lets you know.
Your alive.
rate this poem:
Ever Wish…
Ever wish you could just keep walking, leave your destination behind. Because you finally realized what you wanted isn’t, what you want now?
Ever wish you just jump, let go. Never take a second thought about it, just give up?
Ever wish the people around you would stop acting like everything was okay, when clearly the world is falling apart around us?
Ever wish you could stop hiding from yourself?
rate this poem:
The 44th President
Mr President,
Congratulations on your parade
You made it despite all the dismay
Your speech
Moving but not real
Moving but not true
I wonder, I wonder
What it would be like to speak your mind
The world looks upon you anyhow
So dont make them frown now
They believe,
but do you believe
Change is constant,
Change is law
Will you bring change
Or are you just a part of the change
millions are waiting
billions are anticipating
rate this poem:
A Complicated Thought
Father
The Great I am
The Beginning and the End
The Alfa and the Omega
Lord God Most High
A plea for answers
A plea for understanding
A plea to give me meaning
Install in me a passion
A passion to see how you see
A passion to LOVE just as you love
The more i think i know the more i realize i dont know
I know life is too short to learn everything
Not even forever will get me there
So, what is it that I am suppose to learn
I stand knocking afraid to knock louder
What if someone answers that invisible door and the person behind it is not what i imagined
im tied but i cant give up
for some reason i know my questions will be answered
im just feeling impatient and frustrated
I want to know my place
Will you tell me or do i continue searching only to come back full circle
restless i need you
restless i come to you
restless i think i am not ready for the answers i seek
when will i be
maybe never
Honour
Glory
Praise
to you and you alone Lord God
Amen
rate this poem:
(1 votes, average poem rating: 5 out of 5)
The Beginning Of the End
We said we would never give up
Always keeping the vision of being together
but i guess things change just like everything else in this world
I thought we could do it
sustain the long distance and rise above our circumstances
but to no avail i feel you drifting
drifting away from me and into a world without me
I admit I’m afraid of losing you
you told me it was ok to love, it was ok to trust so i did
and now i can feel you going
last night i dreamt you left me
not just a normal dream but the kind that weighs heavily on your heart
my thoughts keep telling me your going, my gut is telling me your going
but I’m fighting, I’m fighting these thoughts and holding a positive thought
hoping and even praying that I’m wrong about whats coming my way
I read that if i hold a positive thought long enough I can manifest my own reality
its ironic to think that i may have manifested my own demise
I’m sorry hun, for being over protecting over barring and sometimes over loving
Next week you’re coming to visit me
A 10 day holiday that was suppose to make up for 6 months of missing each other
it seems this holiday might be our last together
a holiday where I let our 4 year relationship go
Until I see you my love
ill be doing 3 hour sleeps at night,
waiting anticipating and holding my positive thoughts
If this is it, then I hope we have the best 10 days our relationship ever had
your happiness means more to me then my selfishness of wanting to love you forever
My God, My God
I feel my stomach turning, turning because I am nervous
Do thy WILL and please take care of my Princess for me.
rate this poem:
(1 votes, average poem rating: 4 out of 5)
