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If I had to pick any moment in time to be in,
the only time I'd ever pick is now,
because this is the time with you in it.
No other moments matter because it all seems so empty before you showed up,
and now that you're here, everything has gotten brighter,
and I get to look forward to the next day,
just because I know you'll have at least a small part in it.
I'll keep going on through time,
traveling the only way I'm allowed,
but now that my life has it's sunshine,
my present and future are something that I'll enjoy for the rest of time,
and I'll never have another moment I'll want to miss.
when the angels come they spread there wings and fly
take you by the hand. to there home up in the sky
where the angels stay to love and comfort you
to there angel heaven in the sky so blue.

to there land of love where you rest in peace
no more suffering or pain all this now will cease
you are free at last in there land of love
up there with the angels in heaven up above
C - o - n - t - r - o - l,
What would happen
If your walls just fell?
If you lessen your grip
And loosen the reins?
I know you love leadership,
But do you love the chains
That bind you to what you control?
It's good for production,
But is it good for your soul?

Sometimes the current,
The wind, are enough.
A subtle guide,
A gentle touch.
Your life's like a glass
You cling to so tightly
Trying to hold it together
But cracking it slightly.
Treading on the fallen echoes
                      of silence that no
                   longer tread on the
              ground, only imprints
             of what was yesterday.

There was a stead, rag and bones
                      showing its last gasp.
                         falling silent before
                         its unrested silence.
Now white tombs show its resting.



Nothing else matters,
                only the wind sings between
                its memory, chimes of agony
                through hollow moments now
                remember its cruel resting place.
So often we associate love directly with pain.
We accuse it of causing us
Anguish
Damage
Misery.

Irrationally deciding
To never engage
With another being
On this deeper level again.
Convinced
We must avoid such harm.

But wait—
Is this merely a way
To justify the ways in which
We allow our feelings to hold the power?
Consume us
Confuse us and
Take complete control?

Strip down your hurt
Your anger and
Your bitterness.  
You may see clearer
Recognizing
It is not the presence of love that is hurtful.

Rather
The absence of love
The loss of love
The misidentification of love
Igniting these feelings within.

Truth is,
When love is open
Honest
Pure and
Present
It is truly an invaluable treasure.
 Sep 2018 Dark n Beautiful
Tolani
If I could paint I would paint you
if I were a musician
I’d write you a symphony
But there’s no art piece even the greatest of artists could devise that would come close in emulating my love for you

I love you so
My muse but more than temporary
My forever indefinitely
My love eternally

You are my sunshine that seeps through the clouds after rain.
You are my Poppy flower that continues to bloom through all the pain.
And you’re my hot evening shower after a long day.
I drew a line
in the sand
and
the ****** tide
came in.
The answer is Love

To every question
Between a mother and child
To every suggestion
Brought on by a grandparents smile

The answer is Love

In the proposal
Asking for a life partners hand
To the young couple
Building castles in the sand

The answer is Love

In the open
Where there's nothing to hide
In the heart that is hoping
It'll all work out in time

The answer is Love

When a father
Disciplines a child
When a husband or wife
Go the extra mile

The answer is Love

When tears
In a passing are wept
In the years
Where a promise is kept

The answer is Love

Not out of duty
But a pleasure whenever it's done
In the beauty
That comes from a simple hug

The answer is Love
 Sep 2018 Dark n Beautiful
Noa
Sometimes people say to me: ‘Just follow your dreams and everything will be alright.’ Other people say: ‘You don’t choose dreams, dreams choose you’. But f*ck all those people.
Here I am, sitting in my bedroom hoping that there will fly a new brain filled with dreams and when I have a dream, I would follow it, I would chase it and then I would do anything to make that one dream come true.
But you know what the truth is. I do have dreams. But every time they slip into the door there comes a big dark cloud filled with fear, doubt and insecurity that blows it all away. The only thing that is left over is a little bit ash filled with hope. I gather the little white sparkling ash that is left and put it in a box of matches. And one day I will have enough diamonds to do anything.

That’s my dream.
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