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When your name is only a number
in a plastic generation
and colors are only an imagination
burning through a blood red sky
when the dreams they mean nothing
in the black of forever
still trying to reach for something
in the dark of your own revelation
who you going to be
when the world that you hunger for
is no longer anymore
as they watch your soul die
and freedom is no longer free
through who's eye's are you going to see
Spiritwind ©2015
The air reeks of desperation,
Desire for happiness
Desire for the bodies of one another.

This will probably take a solid 15 minutes
Or so, and then after that
You'll tell me it's time for me to go.

Your ex did a number on you
And that boy I swore could've loved me
Did a number on me too.

I know my place
And make sure emotions
Dont get in the way
Unless it's lust
Or the constant wanting
Of your body pressed against
Mines.

I still make sure your fine
But you do the opposite
And though I already knew
It makes me certain we aren't a fit.

Sometimes I come to our spot
Without you
And I sit alone,
Which is no different than when I'm
With you.

I just remind myself that
It's strictly physical,
Any type of relationship beyond that
Is purely mythical.

I don't know if i should blame
My zodiac
For sometimes not keeping
my emotions in tact.

Your aggression drives me
Out of my depression
But I think it's also how you let out yours.
And when you ask for one last kiss
I think you mean
To leave me wanting more
And I do, I do I do.
But while I do have you
I know I can't have you.
 Apr 2016 Cecil Miller
Aditi
People fall in and out of love,
they do it all the time,
sometimes simultaneously
like the setting of sun
gives way for moon to shine,
sometimes out of sync,
like thunder and lightening,
this was what happened to them.


She had fallen out of love,
but he loved her still, the same.
Notes (optional)
In the former life I led
I had no way of filling
The empty grave of one who's dead
My pride was e'r willing

I had an ego overblown
In pompous boasts exceeding
But I was lost and all alone
My soul was torn and bleeding

I had abilities and then
Became a prideful bearer
Of all the things that I could do
At last I was in error

Even when I knew The Lord
Made charity my pleasure
My works became my righteousness
Above my only Treasure

Christ died in vain upon his cross
If my beliefs adhered to
And I rejected precious Grace
That was the point I came to

How can I live a sinless life?
I am without that merit
Jesus lived that life for me
So Grace I could inherit!

So here I am to tell you all
Pride is like a cancer
I will boast in Jesus Christ

For He's the only answer


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/23/2016


*"I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection

Why would I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom."

How Great The Father's Love
This poem's rhythm scheme is based on the hymn "How Great The Father's Love". A fantastic "oldie"!

More and more I've been realizing that I've tried to be my own righteousness. I can't do it. Nobody can. That's why Jesus had to die. To reconcile us with the Father. It takes some gall to think of that I could be better than Jesus! But that's what I was doing trying so hard to be "good".

Please bear with me... I'm not back on the site yet. It's late and I have to go to bed. But I will try to be on tomorrow, God willing. Love you all!
Faith taught to you with each test
a touch of a love you wanted to believe
but still you can only feel faith leave
as you're left alone standing in a darkness
with the weight bared down on your chest
you can no longer feel faith pressed

Surrounded now with only an emptiness
where an Angel's lips once kissed
with screams echoing of a sadness
words spoken are now only silenced
where beside you Angel's once long ago danced

Heaven closes a door on when you were blessed
with an Angel's touch you no longer feel caressed
while time turns away on you
you can see a light but can't get through
as the gray fills a sky once so blue
Spiritwind ©2016
 Apr 2016 Cecil Miller
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stardust
 Apr 2016 Cecil Miller
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one day,
someone's going to
come along and convince
you're made of stardust
and laughter
a lovechild of
venus and saturn
looks at you and wonder
how you happened
and you'll finally
finally believe it
- l.p
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