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I feel numb and cold. I
feel isolated and bored.
My hands have sinned
again. This body is no
longer holy without you
by its side. Without your
hands caressing my
arms and thighs.

I painted a map on the
wall. Planned to build a
raft to float across the
ocean hoping to land
on your shores.

I can't sleep alone
anymore. I have to
move next to you. I
forgot what is it like to
feel. Lost my appetitive
and will to survive. I
need you badly in my
bed sheets tonight. I
stained the walls
with geography.

Paint splattered on my
shirt. And now I'm left
with nothing to do but
to write you a love note
and head out to build
that boat.

I'll be kicking these
waves soon. By dawn
i'll be wrapped up in
your arms. And we'll
be kissing again under
the moon light. But now ,
i have these feral
waves to
fight ~
Just around sunset, in this neighborhood
~~~~~~Birds flourish the skies~~~~~~
^^^ This where they are called to be ^^^
Before mankind diminished nature with
all these cement roads and parking lots
There was once grass,
flowers, and
trees
~~~~~To nest and feed the flocks~~~~~
Now here they gather in the Wal-Mart parking lot
Continually, all the electrical lines and trees
Nearby, following what their culture has done
'~'~'~ every evening many a time'~'~'~
Shoppers leave the parking lot
Ranting, " the birds best not crap on what I've bought."
<><><Not even thinking a thought><><><>
__ That what we have done __
Is steal from nature to satisfy our materialism
Just imagine if there is a plan
That on day God will turn the table of this
Lesson and make us understand
Hello HP friends so sorry I have not been here in so long, you may say I have had a bit of depression set in which has caused a dry spell. Feeling better though these words began to flow the other night on my trip to Wal-Mart. It's a start! Hopefully the poetic side of me will wake again, sorry I have been such a lazy friend, I do love my  HP friends! <3
Food is not my friend
If it were not a necessity of life
I would not mind
Never seeing it again

The only time I truly desire
Is when hunger sets in
Then my deepest craving is Mexican

Still I have excess weight
That does not want to go away
I've given up my childhood desires
For sweetness, yet still the fat wants to stay

Working in a food related atmosphere
Is not my cup of tea
Having my hands upon food
Brings out the nervousness in me

It was not always like this
Chocolate cake was my favorite, used to be
One bite of it and I was fast forwarded
Into a land of ecstasy

I don't know why this change has come about
I would like to think
The Lord has a purpose
For this route

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
PROVERBS 15:17
Better is dinner of herbs where love is than a fattened ox and hatred with it.

JOHN 6:27
Do not labor for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures to eternal life, which the Son of Man will give you. For on him God the Father has set his seal"
Professionally I best stick
To keeping track
Of money
Around me is dying another day
silently falling in surge of emotion
in the mournful dirge of the dusk
dropping on the black drongo
flying home in dream of dawn
beneath the first star of twilight
blushing in the kiss of sky
heralding another earth evening
celebrating death in the dire need of
resuscitating life.
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