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Ashlie Lozano Aug 2016
I've fallen so far, I fear, You'll never be able to find me dear.

Is my end here or are You drawing near?

I've lost sight of Heaven's light, shadows blind my eyes. I've given up, I've lost the fight.

I've fallen so far, I fear, You'll never be able to find me dear.

I hear their taunting screams, mocking me like something out of my darkest dreams. It's so degrading masquerading like I'm okay, with these false saints, surrounding me telling their's is the only way.

I've fallen so far, I fear, that You'll never be able to find me dear.

There's a fire in my bones, it reveals the lies I've been told. I hear a whisper loud and clear "You'll be home soon,, but until then remember I'm with you."

I've fallen so far but I don't fear 'cause You'll always be able to find me, dear.
Arcassin B Aug 2016
By Arcassin Burnham


I got no time for all your mess and all your bickering,
I know i messed up in the past it could be sickening,
the mistakes of letting go I can't forgive myself,
when it's bright at dawn I change the padlock to my
heart and dreams,

I got no time for all your mess and all your bickering,
I found love at the lake it smelled like Irish springs,
I just gotta say.... where were you when I needed help,
heads not on straight to the sound of the music and the
lighting of the solar beams.


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Cute dress with a smile and a cup of coffee
Sitting on the dock of the bay,
Stand still woman , I'm trying to get your
Eyes right,
According to my artful bouquet,
I was...
Thinking about the days where we would make
A perfect day into nights,
Use to pray you would stay,
And I......
Would love the lipstick smell engraved all over my skin
With the joy of really seeing your face,

Pressure is pressure it will never change,
Don't know where you come , can't encourage pain,
Aiming for the base of your heart like a gun range,
Don't trade in moodswings just to have the strain.
©ABPoetry2016

http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/08/the-right-way-2-official.html
Ashlie Lozano Aug 2016
I'm tired of being afraid to say I'm a child covered by His Grace, I'm tired of being afraid to say I know His name.

You can be anything you like, but when I say I'm a Christian, suddenly everyone wants a fight.

Everyone tells me how I'm wrong, how I don't belong. Well, this much is true, I'm just a stranger in this works, passing through.

In response to your hate, I will tell you that He is the way. I will tell you that He loves you and died for you, and that He tells you this every day.

Will you turn away from the words I say? Or will you hear what I say and no longer buy into the lying games the Devil plays.

I've been where you're at, lost in the dark. A knife to my wrist and a cold in my heart. It took a glimpse of light for me to see, that I could be free, if I'd only get on my knees and call on His name. He was there and I was saved.

I am not scared to tell you the truth, that without Jesus, you'll loose. He died for you, rose from His tomb and He's alive waiting for you to call no His name, you too can be saved.

I am not scared to tell you that I was bought by blood, saved by grace and He knows my name.
Ashlie Lozano Aug 2016
Army, where is your voice? It's time for us to break the silence, no more passive compliance.

It's time to let the world know of our home, I will no longer hide behind a poem.

I will not hide my faith for your acceptance, I am a stranger in this land of deception.

Army, where is your voice? Let them know of your choice. I walk the narrow way, I am no stranger to God's grace.

Choose this day, to show you're not ashamed of His name. I was lost but now I'm found, scream it out loud.

Jesus is the only way to escape this world's fate.

I offer you an ark to escape the flood, I'm showing you the way to escape Armageddon before it has begun.

Army, where is your voice? Choose ye this day, what will be your choice?
Michael LoMonaco Jul 2016
When destiny takes an awful turn,
The power of faith is truly tested,
Putting good versus evil into war.

To keep traveling in the hot desert,
No matter how exhausted you feel,
Even when quench of thirst is strong.

Staying honest to the doctrine of virtue,
By not letting vileness corrupt your views,
Especially if temptation offers promising hope.

By walking the journey with full exertion,
While keeping the path fully righteous,
Loyalty is given to yourself and a higher power.
Charlotte Huston Jul 2016
The CAMERA that rolls behind a silent film,
Is most distinctly heard -
Lest what Angels gift the snowy valleys,
May mystify His every word.
Charlotte Huston Jul 2016
I have but the most MODEST desires;
For what lies in heaven -
And within my words they lay,
A soul; broken in Eden.

But what wrought my prayers?
What would suffice?
I found but just one Desire -
That the Lord may entice.

Alas - upon God I prayed -
“Oh, Great Lord, I request for thee;
Grant me a heathen of yours,
For anyone but me.”

A smile writhed upon His brow -
His holy light faded;
The ghouls danced around me,
Their smiles jagged and jaded.

I exited the temple that dreary night -
My prayer was lost,
The stars shined upon it;
And God - shined embossed.

That weary instant arrived;
A tale for a Maiden’s Grave,
Spoke he, “Whom you may ask,
Shall be there on your final enclave.”

Thus, a shiver; and a look upon the skies,
Within the ominous wind -
As not a cloud laid above,
And no star remained aligned.
Nelize Jun 2016
waves tossing from left to right
my hope crashes against the next wave's might
quivering in fear of what would seem
to be the end of this never ending dream
slowly but surely this life will drown
without the help of the One with the Crown
thorns of beauty, thorns of grace
these tides cannot reach the place
where souls are snatched from distress
my SOS heard, saved from opress
oh Mark, how wondrous the word of your word,
my storms are calmed through our Saviour's loud Word!
This is a poem inspired by Mark 4:35 where Jesus calmed the storm. Oh, how much will He not calm you in your storms, when we ask for it! God saved me from 10 years of emotional ******* after a trauma that I suffered. Praise Him for helping me out.
Emma Lee Jun 2016
When Adam ate the forbidden fruit what did it taste like?  
All the good things life has to offer?
All the bad?
Did it taste like sunbeams?
Like a childs rithmic gigles?
Like The sick, upside-down, im-going-to-***-myself rolicoster feeling?
Like tight hugs?
Did it taste as good as fields of flowers feel?
Like rain?
Like farness?
Like the saltyness of sweat-or tears?
Like silence?
Like long open nights?
Like unanswered texts?
Like lunches alone?
Like the sting of liquor?  
Like raisors
Or did it taste like blood?
-DO THEY TEACH YOU THIS IN YOUR CHURCH?
Olufunke Kolapo Jun 2016
Today, I have no words
Qualified enough to describe
The depth of my pain
I have no words
Huge enough to describe
The emptiness in my heart
I have no word
Worthy of the thickness
Of the darkness drowning my soul
I have no words
Colorful enough to express
My desires for each day
That hurries by without their fulfilment
Or for the wishes I have for tomorrow
No words deep enough to form my fears
Of what the future holds
I pray, dear father that you look deep into my heart
And find the words that my lips cannot form
Soothe my worries
And grant my supplications
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