Unable to loveMy love was pureUnable to love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
.You can't fight.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
As you gaze
Into the abyss
Will gaze into
He is FaithfulGod believed in me, knowing one day I would choose to stop believing in Him.He is Faithful4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He was always with me, knowing one day I would carve 'alone' into my skin.
He always pursued me, even when I aimlessly walked away from Him.
He prepared a place for me, knowing one day I would run straight toward destruction.
He called my name, even when I was too deaf to hear Him.
He gave me His Truth, knowing I would believe countless lies about myself.
He provided food for me, knowing one day I would make myself throw it up.
He kept loving me, knowing exactly how many times I'd cut into my skin.
He held me close, knowing I would scream and cry for the only comfort I knew.
He carried me, when I couldn't possibly walk on my own.
He gave me life, knowing someday I would attempt to end it.
He took care of me, even when satan had his grip on me.
He calls me beautiful, even though He saw each scar I would make before I made them.
He willingly bled for me, knowing I would bleed for my own emotions.
He was faithful
Why do you cut?"Because it's a pain that I can control when it stops, whereas the pain inside. It doesn't stop. It never stops. It's not control over the pain I need, its that power to decide when enough is enough."Why do you cut?1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That's what she told me when I asked her why she cut. But that wasn't the whole truth. And as the tally etched down her legs, the reverse of the marking of ages against a doorjamb in her parent's house, I saw another truth. I gave her space until she felt safe enough to say it out loud. An addendum to the truth:
"I need the scars, I need to be able to blame them for being unlovable. Need to be able to blame my past, my craziness, the pain and those who caused it for being unlovable. For no one wanting me. Need them to cover my body so people see them first and the shape of me second. I need them as a mask. Because if the scars are gone then the truth is obvious. That no one wants me because of my body first, and my mind second.. and I can't blame anyone but myself for those things. The sc
For MontyRed, white, black, yellow.For Monty6 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The rooster gives a sad crow.
Taken, way too soon.
PatienceThe right amount ofPatience1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Bitterness, will bend the branch
Of the sweetest fruit
I Have ReturnedHis Light shines on meI Have Returned3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I am not blinded
My eyes are reopened
To His glory
In that moment
His grace washes over me
Cleansing the filth of sin
So far away from me
It's the only thing
I cannot see
His Life flows
through my veins
Though I am weak
His strength overtakes me
For I have returned
To my forever King.
His BallerinaA gown of silk, flowing as a stream,His Ballerina1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her footsteps so gentle, perhaps she was a dream,
As he crouches near bushes to glare at the unseen,
And she danced like ballerina.
Her fingers combed her golden hair,
A perfect lady who didn't care
To see the man that would never dare
To touch a ballerina.
But desire grew, and patience died,
As a lovely girl danced before his eyes,
So he buried his heart, pulled out a knife,
And tickled the ballerina.
She fought his hands, in fear of death,
A dirty blade sinking through her chest,
For he would never settle for something less,
As she screamed,
She took her final breath...
And the wind grew calm, barely blowing on the stream.
Her voice so quiet (perhaps it was a dream).
As he closes his eyes, cradling his queen...
His beautiful ballerina.
HopeWhen no one else ever seemed to notice me,Hope5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were the first to say "hello".
And you did so with beaming joy.
When I felt so outcast and alone from the world,
You were the one who sat by my side.
And listened with an open heart.
When no one else would acknowledge my very existence,
You were the one to reach out and bare your soul to me.
And you made me feel like somebody.
When I thought of so many reasons to die...
You became my reason to live...
And I will never forget that.
DepressionTrapped in darkness,Depression7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like a tiny box closing in, choking me.
They call it nothing,
But we few sufferers call it depression,
A black gaping hole in our lives,
They call it attention seeking, we call it life