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Renae May 2016
Strings and sticks
holding
About their wrists
about their feet
You command
"dance!"
they do
Its fear
You tell them it's love
Of course
Writing their verse
Sticks & strings
holding
Tighten the grip
You believe
In love with control
Influence and such things
Tightly holding on
To something
You see
like a stage
A performance
entertainment
purposed

The one above you
Sees you

Puppets are toys
And toys are for children
Showing
Yourself a child
Playing
Until the toys,
The children,
The grass,
The air,
The food,
The dirt are useless
Ruining
What does not
belong to you
Renae May 2016
Truth hurts?
Maybe so
But for those
With the guts
To say it like it is
Truth
Is therapeutic
Renae May 2016
Thank you
For providing me
A place to bleed
From my eyes
And my heart
Renae May 2016
For everyone who stepped up
For all who could
You did it
Raise your heads up
You have Proven true
It was your time and you knew
I am so happy
You will have the glory
The experience to
Share in His fame
The vindication
of His holy name
This is all for you
You have Proven true
I am so happy for you
Renae Apr 2016
Once upon a time
Life was full
As the blossom of a rose
Tough times
Were today's good days
No worries
Choosing was the breeze
Never guessing was always
The very best to me
Wait
Rewind
Back up there
Never guessing?
Having a choice?
Just when were such things!?
Oh
It was all in your mind
Now I see
A story
Truly fantasy
Is the only theme
Beginning
*Once upon a time
Renae Apr 2016
Believing was easy
When nothing else mattered
When nothing happened
Call me gullible
Call me naive
I suppose

You might call
me easy
I was...
If anything
I was easygoing

Hey
Call me whatever you want

All I know
Is myself
sunk so low
spilling life
As if
I lived a hundred years
all in one day

My puzzle no longer fits
abstract now
Though far from artistic
I hardly know
What to call it

There's only one thing
I understand
Life after death
Is anything but easy
Renae Mar 2016
Sometimes I feel
Like the rain when it slides
Down my window slowly
One by one
Sliding down
My face no longer smiles
Easy like it used to
Even when my heart would cry
I could muster something
No longer now
Like the rain I am poured out
Like the rain I will dry up
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