Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
yellah girl Oct 2017
at first, you were two burnished
roses, so pure and bright that i
thought you were made of gold.

you were spiritual parents to me &
taught me right from wrong, and told
me that i wasn't good enough, but that
you were great enough for all of us.

you placed a dunce cap on my head,
but you painted them gold and called them
crowns, and i believed you, you coward.

you kissed my brow, sweetly, softly,
like a vampire caresses his victim's neck,
before he plunges deep & ***** the red
from their veins.

you cradled my throat in your claws
and told me that no one else was
on my level, that no one else
could get this close to you.

i told you i dreamed of becoming a
writer, you told me to burn my journals.
i told you i dreamed of becoming a
painter, you told me to trash my brushes.

i gave you the key to my secret dreams,
to my most vulnerable place, & you
swallowed it whole, like a greedy sparrow.

for 3 years, you dangled my stolen heart
in front of me, & laughed as i chased it like
the hog-tied mule that i had become.

then one day, you got lazy & you slipped
up, you fool, you left the key & my heart
on that pedestal you brazenly sit upon.

i took it back, i swallowed my heart &
unlocked my spirit, free at long last,
and saw that you were the Wizard of Oz,
hiding behind your ratty curtains.

i laughed & i cried, when i realized
what a fool i had been, how childish
i had been, to willingly give you
my life.

you were nothing but stones dipped
in glistening blood, drained from the
blind people you feast upon, you glutton.

you broke my spine & you tried to
**** my spirit, but you didn't know,
I am the Phoenix Rising, &
you will not hold me any longer.
I have been brainwashed for three years and I am finally waking up. Life is beautiful and I am meant to create.
Cynthia Jean Aug 2017
Early will I seek You

I will awaken the dawn

to offer

myself

in the beauties of holiness

in the womb

of the morning.

Cynthia Jean Poems 8.18.2017
the foundation of my life, and how I survive
Seema Aug 2017
My (your) mind is wondering
My (your) body in abyss, lost
My (your) heart is pondering
My (your) soul is at worst

The doors that lead to my (your) mind
Is shadowed by the intensive darkness
It hardly flicks or winks to subject
That guards this (your) wrentched heart

Like a caged bird, my (your) soul cries
For freedom on every beat count
But my (your) body is weak to fight
Thus, the demons within me (you) haunt

My (your) body is withered, all bones
My (your) mind is overtaken
My (your) soul stopped glowing
I am (you're) finally, awakened!

©sim
Star BG Jul 2017
I as a spiritual being
eternal, blessed, love,
has joined inhabitants of earth.

As a light-worker
and a being to shift
and heal my own being.

I have grown to love my everyday,
my every step,
through clouds and sun.

I have learned there is
no duality or lack
as been taught.

There is only love
to tap into in this realm
that is a playground
to explore and co-create.

Love yourself, your neighbor
the world for the gift it gives us.
Than go out from a love
position to change things.

Fear kidnaps love.
Hate and greed bounds love
in ties that must be broken.
Non-compassion is the result
of a sad soul.

God and beings from the stars
now witness
as the children of earth recall
their true essence's.

The bandwagon waits
for the conscious one
to come aboard it.

The process has begun
for all to awake
and for heaven to be on earth.
A MESSAGE FOR THE WORLD
Sadia May 2017
Sometimes I wonder, when we are dreaming, are we really there? Or does the soul leave the body momentarily? Even if it's true, what awakens the soul? Is it someone we haven’t met but we share the same sky with; maybe the power of the universe is trying to bring us together through astral projection? The feeling you get when you meet a stranger; yet you feel you have met him before. Is he your soul mate, is he real? That instant connection, the feeling of warmth. The same warmth you felt in your dream.
Hannah Mar 2017
I have seen beyond
the walls of death,
beyond time
there is a place
of immortal bliss.
I have seen a world
lingering next to our own,
hiding just beneath
our preoccupied senses.
If you lift the veil,
and dive into
your own consciousness,
without fear
of losing yourself,
then you too
will see your own mortality
is a mere illusion
of the vessel
you are caged within.
~ awaken ~
Rola Al-Ghoul Mar 2017
When will we stop provoking tears
building houses out of fear
burning all the bridges and
highlighting all the edges
of our borders and frontiers?

Our ego's leading us to madness
viral violence,  pain and sadness
Beyond this mental state is light!
So you and I must stop the fight
For one day you and I just might
ascend the path and be alright
© copyright
Lucid dream
When I was young they had no faces
Eggs
Smooth as nog
Strain to convince
Me or you
To run from hurricane fire inside
The walls of that house
Carry on austere reflection
We are crystallic
All their irises
Black maelstroms
Keep face
Of course I have known what you are doing
Avoided that gaze
There are more vital veins I am satisfied
But must I wake you to shake you?
Or is it I who
Becomes the ascetic?
Moonbeam Sep 2016
Come with me down the rabbit hole
It does look scary
But it'll awaken your soul
Knowing the truth is worth all the pain
Keep ahold of yourself and you won't go insane
Every problem we face DOES have a solution
There is a way to have a peaceful revolution
Keep your heart present and don't get lost
Choosing hate over love comes with a cost
Right action, compassion, and empathy we need
Not fear, propaganda, judgment, and greed
Leila Valencia Aug 2016
Shut slowly. Inch, inch - quietly careful
Tirelessly weary
Ever so close yet seemingly distant

Before air could Not pass, a slight crooked hand slips through the seal
The eyes believe its a welcoming shake, so opening - inch, inch
It's gilded gleam deludes, the captured gaze. Ones Hypnotized.
Before you could open your eyes....

The charred hand covered in scars of the past shakes yours.

Do feelings come fast?
Hatred burns inside?
Do you recoil from the truth?

The past the present. Works the same. Yet if you let it, the past will hold - from the present....
Always, when your door inches towards you, Close your eyes and..... Shut!
Needing to move forward but something from the past is holding you back
Next page