Deep Poetry

Im broken on my knees wondering why god would make a screw up like me the tears fall from my eyes and clash with the blood from the the cuts on my arms whats the point why not just give in? then god lifted my chin to look at him and as i stared into his eyes its like he knew i wanted to give in the he wiped away my tears with his nailed scarred hands my biggest fear is him not wanting me he couldnt leave so i pulled down my long sleeves hoping to cover up my sins i couldnt stand for him to know... Sign in to see full entry.

Back stabbers beware constantly making trouble you will get your fare paid back in double what's there to gain spreading discourse causing pain without remorse reaching for success nothing to come creating a mess just a bum you will lose in the end because you choose rules to bend Sign in to see full entry.

altogether threatened, by the blankness of the page, a deer caught in the headlights of its own making, stilled by the fear which i bleed into the pages, while evreyone around me goes on believing that i am fearless, last night i cried into my pillow, like a child who cannot sleep, wracked in the guilt of transgressions sooner felt than seen, reality washing over me in waves of tears noone sees, belive then it is true, that I am altogether a tangled up mess of a girl, i should wear blue today,... Sign in to see full entry.

This world will not perish Your love for me will not die Yet this body with soil and ash Will surely with the wind fly! This touch will ever linger Your kiss will forever remain warm Yet this body will be eaten up by earth For an oblivion of endless term! The waves will come and go Lapping the silent shore Our wait will be eternal Here and then no more! Sign in to see full entry.

Sun blazed full day It did not burnt me with rays You stood in between as shield Sun could not do it even in open field May be you were so powerful Your presence was so truthful Sun did not dare to do any harm Did not burn the skin but kept me warm You were no less than Goddess He had no power to counter or face I had only one thought in mind How to rush quickly at home and find? You stood on doorway for total eclipse I could read some movement on your lips It added to your coffee color... Sign in to see full entry.

Can people go insane From to many thoughts in their head? I think they can Can people say what's on their mind? And some how not sound crazy? They say, Once it leaves your mouth it longer belongs to you. But I'm ok with that Cuz no one knows who I am Or even cares to know So I feel like speaking my mind Wont harm me I need a let out of all this feeling And I think I just found it So here world these are My thoughts in my head And tell me,.... I'm I insane? I'm I normal? Do you have the same... Sign in to see full entry.

in the imaginary garden the real toads are croaking in that imaginary room a real person is thinking in that imaginary thought some real things are broken. Sign in to see full entry.

I am scared Scared that you’ll run Coz I’ve been scarred But I’ve done a good job hiding my disfigurement Coz everybody who finds out scuttles And so I am scared For how sure can I be? That when u find out my feet are made of clay U won’t run That when u find out these eyes u call lovely Are actually sightless That this heart u call pure Has actually been this scarred How sure am I That u won’t run Coz everybody runs. Sign in to see full entry.

No, it doesn’t need to dazzle in splendour; flashily primped from head to toe – everything a flair. But it should be soft and warm, a cosy, woolly atmosphere. Its company may not be large for joy will be brought about even if there be two or one. I’d want it in my Simplicity. Sign in to see full entry.

I would come to your dream as the tenderness of coconut water the white drops dripping on my breasts your gentleness would safe them for heaven I would come to your dream as the white flower of vanilla perfuming myself by its innocence your subtle heart would safe me for heaven I would come to your dream as the flimsiness of princess daisy bathing myself in its fragility the softness of your soul let me grow on heavenly meadow Sign in to see full entry.