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Angel Come
Angel Come; Come with a Whisper,
With tongues of Mysta
Come in the Night,
And bring us the Light
Come unto Mystery,
To elude our Misery
Angel Come- Angel Go

Angel Come
Come Like a River
To Inhale this Fever
Overshadow me with Shivers,
To see me thus Thither
Like a river Glorious,
In a secret Joyous
Angel Come; Angel Go


Angel Come
Remould my emotions,
To fit my Devotions
Come into the Dark;
And get rid of the Black
Encamp me in your Palms,
To wrap me in your Arms
Angel Come- Angel Go

Angel Come
Come into my Subconscious;
Awaken my Unconscious
Come like an arrowing Rain,
Invade my narrowest Pain
Let me hide my face in You;
For I seek a space in You
Angel Come: Angel Go


Ovi Odiete©
Angel come, Angel Go
From my imaginative diary....
Originally written 2014
Drugs of pleasure are an escape,
Living in an imaginary paradise.

Once addicts come back to reality,
Existence without the high seems unreal.

Craving drugs as if they need food,
Starving for that artificial happiness.

Users are dedicated to false determination,
Neglecting harmful chemicals that promise joy.

Responsibility is absent from their actions,
Blaming dependency on other individuals.

Despair leads to committing crimes,
Stealing money for the hunger of fake arousal.

Destiny led by dependence will inflict misery,
Fueling a lifestyle that has no moral worthiness.

Cravers must arrive at desperation to recover,
A quest found by the collapse of a breakdown.

Trying to discover a route to quitting addiction,
Seeking happiness through paths of genuine trails.
I have angered The Poetry God!

Who?

The one who decided if my diction is any good, if it has the proper flow...
rhyming, timing ...I don't know!
I'm really having a hard time figuring out what he wants
It's not like there's a syllabus
telling us girls what to do
I love him and he should love me back  too...right?
Unconditionally...of course.

All the while...I am deeply tapping these aging poetic veins
racking my sometimes scrambled poetic brain
releasing unbridled passions, truth the agony....yes
...  unending PAIN!"
all the while pretending
to be just the slightest bit sane!
What does that even mean?

I'm exasperated!
and yes....
I'm sure he'll say
It's all because of my
"Dysfunctional Behavior" isn't it?
I can't seem to get out of my own way?
wait....
what's so great about him again?

There's not much else
I can tell you my friend
other than
that *****
for him....
you might be a "missed fit" to him
but he's the one missing out
on you being AWESOME!!!"

"Emmmm hmmmm you know it girl"

Cherie Nolan© 2016
I wasn't actually talking to myself when I wrote this, though I feel like it could be a conversation with yourself! I was thinking of a friend going through some things with family...and things that are troubling about the way others treat people.
I think it's important not letting others make you feel bad for who you are
you are all perfect and awwwwsome! :) I've been in a very peculiar mood lately so thanks for indulging my strange poetry! :)
"you have the heavens
and swirling galaxies
deep within you,
"
she daydreamed.
"if i do,
it's because
you put them there,
"
he replied.
Fight because you have to
Sweat and bleed for the right to be proud
Ignore the colours of temptation and lust
Sleep wearily upon many a sleepless night
Remember the joy as well as the pain
Appreciate the caress of winds both warm and frigid
Treat your friends
Call the family that misses you, distant and busy
Retain the right to cry again
Summon the confidence to talk to the people you care for
Use that strength to address those you do not
Date around, not every person has to be the one
Use the past to better understand yourself, it is a guide, not a rule
Never hide your heart even when it hurts most
Private life is best suited for just that
Appreciate your partner without the idolization of ghosts
Sing with the windows down, passionately and without shame
Love the life you live, live the life you love
What a ride the past year has been. Beautiful and harsh, trying and rewarding, fun and emotional. The friends made and those buried, love lost and love discovered, sweat and tears, journies and awkward encounters.
I'm not sure who I've become but I know I enjoy being this person more than anyone I've been.
If you trust
The Heavenly Father
He will lead your way
Through each and every day
He will lead you through
All strife, make you thankful
For each tribulation
Throughout your life
Weather It is pleasure or pain
You will understand
It is all gain
In Jesus Christ Name
♡♡♡AMEN♡♡♡
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