Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Jul 2015 Vivian
Jennifer Weiss
I always, sort of,
knew I'd be here.
In the midst of
a divine calling
upon my life.
I never knew
I could be
so at peace
and so scared,
at the same time.
But that's just
the human in me
and that's completely fine.
I have never been headed
in any direction
that has felt so
right.
I cannot wait to see where He is taking me, but I can all at the same time! :)
I don't want love that's given like bread to
a bird, just thrown in the pond so carelessly,
though with good will in mind.
I want love composed like a letter,
each word carefully constructed,
enticing me to attempt an even more eloquent response,
this kind of back and forth exchange of wit.
And I want love that is like a long
and scenic walk, like a million flowers
performing lively dances by the edge of the lake;
love that is hard and soft, give and take.
I do not want to be thought a poor, lonely duck
in need of a generous park attender's charity;
I want to be loved with selfish clarity,
as though I am the setting sun.
 Jul 2015 Vivian
WNG
Free
 Jul 2015 Vivian
WNG
An inflated balloon is vulnerable but that is the only way it can fly,
I shall no longer feel the fear of the sun, when I close my eyes as the power,
Of a mere wink is enough to eclipse its strong beam from afar,
We are all just trying to find some form of escape so we look for loopholes,
For our minds to run, or to just stroll for a bit,

Stay flowing like the blood in our veins,
Even the water from a cup remains shapeless in times of restraint,
A statue of a bird is made of stone which may make it stronger,
But we are made of something stronger, since the ability of flexibility,
Gives us the power to emit change, which is far bolder,

Wouldn’t it be grand to climb out of that well of fear?
And turn those wishes, into a reality of something celebratory to the ear?
The key to opening the shackles of our mind may depend,
On how far we are willing to go,
It is only when reaching out to somewhere in the unknown,
Do we find that true freedom, is being at peace to escape,

Even if the parts are separated and alone.
This is a poem I did awhile back which you can also find on the internet.
 Jul 2015 Vivian
Traveler
She believes in happy things
Invisible beings with fairy wings
Fluttery butterflies make her dance
An endless game of happenstance
Eyes of wonder, transparent soul
The world is cruel but she doesn't know...

She greets me with smiles from ear to ear
To hold her heart I solemnly swear
Gentle touch soothes the soul
In her presence I turn to gold
She holds my restless heart at bay
As she executes her innocent ways...

Her plans get lost in the making
A pouty face when she's faking
Empty cups of invisible tea
Cartoon bandages when she bleeds
Shelves filled with eyes that stare
She loves her tattered teddy bear...

Crayon drawing of sunny skies
She draws me with big wide eyes
Read me a story, she hands me a book
It's past her bedtime but she gives me that look
I tuck her in and read her asleep
And pray my love she'll always keep...
Traveler Tim Jun 30, 2015
 Jul 2015 Vivian
SøułSurvivør
---

A zombie and a troll
Squared off one fateful night
All the ghouls and goblins watched
Expecting quite a fight!

But much to their surprise
The troll was quick dispatched!
He was dumb, and so outdone
He had met his match!

He WAS good at deception
But now the zombie reigns!
Altho he's in a fit of pique

The dead troll had no BRAINS!



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
Zombies love to eat brains I guess.

Based on a poem written by
Wolf Spirit about trolls being
Zombies. He could actually be
correct. Zombies are always
searching for their
BBRRAAAIIINNSS!!!
Next page