Often, I feel worthless. Worthless!
Unworthy to be loved, sinner. Sinner!
Can anyone save me? Anyone? No one.
I beat myself every day with every lie. lies...
They resound in my head until they become true. True!
Until I believe them, like decay in my heart. my heart.
Who can save me? Anyone? no one.
I am trapped in my own sea of turmoil, forever. AND EVER!
Because the lies, they have claws. Claws!
Claws that dig in and never let go. Go?
Will I ever be free? No...never. Never!
Often, I feel worthless. Worthless!
No one can save me, No one. No one!
Spring comes falling in,
Because its's raining so hard,
the petals fall from flowers.
Creating little boats in puddles.
Water flows in little rivers,
taking their petal boats for a ride,
the rain keeps falling and
Spring comes falling in.
The flowers lose their petals,
weeping for their losses.
Missing the little petals that were beautiful.
Because, it's raining so hard
It was raining softly,
creating beautiful dewdrops.
But the rain came down harder,
the petals fall from flowers.
But the flowers, they will bloom again.
The sun will come up, coaxing new blooms.
So for now, we will see the beauty in falling petals,
creating little boats i
My heart is tattered.
Shards gone in different directions.
Broken by my own hands, shattered.
I hate myself, which has never mattered.
In my mind are wrong conceptions.
My heart is tattered.
the pieces of my heart scattered.
completely lost from all lack of perfections.
Broken by my own hands, shattered.
Negative beliefs told to my heart until Splattered!
which brings me to deep reflection.
my heart is tattered.
I told myself lies for so long; my heart was battered.
Until it could no longer take anymore rejections.
Broken by my own hands, shattered
My heart use to be flattered.
It use to have protections.
but now across the ground it has
A little critter,
dodging every stick and leaf,
running through the trees.
Adorable thing,
so small, cute, and resourceful
As it flits about.
Hilariously
Chasing forest friends
Seeming to play tag.
The sun sinks lower,
And the time for play is done.
It's burrow beckons.
Thus The day of a chipmunk,
Ordinary yes, but sweet.
I Get an F for Attitude by baileyalice222, literature
Literature
I Get an F for Attitude
I have a measuring stick.
One that is very strict,
and used very often.
Of course I don't use it on others.
On things or the works of people.
I use it on me, mercilessly.
endlessly,
callously.
I rarely judge others.
I rarely put others down.
But my biggest critic is me.
Others can do no wrong.
"It's okay!" I always say.
Never condemning them.
"You look amazing!"
"Great Job!"
"I love your shoes!"
So quick am I to build others up,
while I am crumbling.
Always taking care of others,
but never me.
I have a measuring stick.
One so tight in my grasp.
So tight I fear it is
There was a time……. When love was blind and the world was full of songs and laughter and sunshine. It was exciting and I dreamed so many dreams…... But then it all went wrong.
Oh how I loved you. I loved how you made me laugh.You made me feel that men were kind. I loved how you made me feel like what we were doing was okay. That God would be forgiving and that it would be all right. That there was no consequence for our actions. That all that mattered was us.
I was so scared when I found that I was pregnant. But I was so excited to be a mother. And I couldn’t wait to tell you. I pictured you kneeling down and asking me
Hopeless, I am hopeless;
cast into shadows.
I'm tired, I'm worn.
My emotions are stone;
cold and unfeeling.
My heart is heavy.
I can barely breathe;
all will to live is gone.
It's too much;
too much to keep on breathing.
I lower my face in shame;
I've made mistakes.
My hope has fled;
there is no light;
I've let my hope fail.
My soul feels crushed,
every thing is burying me,
I'm suffocating;
by the weight of this world.
I know I need to lift up my eyes
Here at your side whenever you fall
But I'm too weak.
In the dead of night whenever you call.
Life just won't let up.
Please don't fight these hands that are holding you.
I know that you c
Often, I feel worthless. Worthless!
Unworthy to be loved, sinner. Sinner!
Can anyone save me? Anyone? No one.
I beat myself every day with every lie. lies...
They resound in my head until they become true. True!
Until I believe them, like decay in my heart. my heart.
Who can save me? Anyone? no one.
I am trapped in my own sea of turmoil, forever. AND EVER!
Because the lies, they have claws. Claws!
Claws that dig in and never let go. Go?
Will I ever be free? No...never. Never!
Often, I feel worthless. Worthless!
No one can save me, No one. No one!
Spring comes falling in,
Because its's raining so hard,
the petals fall from flowers.
Creating little boats in puddles.
Water flows in little rivers,
taking their petal boats for a ride,
the rain keeps falling and
Spring comes falling in.
The flowers lose their petals,
weeping for their losses.
Missing the little petals that were beautiful.
Because, it's raining so hard
It was raining softly,
creating beautiful dewdrops.
But the rain came down harder,
the petals fall from flowers.
But the flowers, they will bloom again.
The sun will come up, coaxing new blooms.
So for now, we will see the beauty in falling petals,
creating little boats i
My heart is tattered.
Shards gone in different directions.
Broken by my own hands, shattered.
I hate myself, which has never mattered.
In my mind are wrong conceptions.
My heart is tattered.
the pieces of my heart scattered.
completely lost from all lack of perfections.
Broken by my own hands, shattered.
Negative beliefs told to my heart until Splattered!
which brings me to deep reflection.
my heart is tattered.
I told myself lies for so long; my heart was battered.
Until it could no longer take anymore rejections.
Broken by my own hands, shattered
My heart use to be flattered.
It use to have protections.
but now across the ground it has
A little critter,
dodging every stick and leaf,
running through the trees.
Adorable thing,
so small, cute, and resourceful
As it flits about.
Hilariously
Chasing forest friends
Seeming to play tag.
The sun sinks lower,
And the time for play is done.
It's burrow beckons.
Thus The day of a chipmunk,
Ordinary yes, but sweet.
I Get an F for Attitude by baileyalice222, literature
Literature
I Get an F for Attitude
I have a measuring stick.
One that is very strict,
and used very often.
Of course I don't use it on others.
On things or the works of people.
I use it on me, mercilessly.
endlessly,
callously.
I rarely judge others.
I rarely put others down.
But my biggest critic is me.
Others can do no wrong.
"It's okay!" I always say.
Never condemning them.
"You look amazing!"
"Great Job!"
"I love your shoes!"
So quick am I to build others up,
while I am crumbling.
Always taking care of others,
but never me.
I have a measuring stick.
One so tight in my grasp.
So tight I fear it is
There was a time……. When love was blind and the world was full of songs and laughter and sunshine. It was exciting and I dreamed so many dreams…... But then it all went wrong.
Oh how I loved you. I loved how you made me laugh.You made me feel that men were kind. I loved how you made me feel like what we were doing was okay. That God would be forgiving and that it would be all right. That there was no consequence for our actions. That all that mattered was us.
I was so scared when I found that I was pregnant. But I was so excited to be a mother. And I couldn’t wait to tell you. I pictured you kneeling down and asking me
Hopeless, I am hopeless;
cast into shadows.
I'm tired, I'm worn.
My emotions are stone;
cold and unfeeling.
My heart is heavy.
I can barely breathe;
all will to live is gone.
It's too much;
too much to keep on breathing.
I lower my face in shame;
I've made mistakes.
My hope has fled;
there is no light;
I've let my hope fail.
My soul feels crushed,
every thing is burying me,
I'm suffocating;
by the weight of this world.
I know I need to lift up my eyes
Here at your side whenever you fall
But I'm too weak.
In the dead of night whenever you call.
Life just won't let up.
Please don't fight these hands that are holding you.
I know that you c
Hi! My name is Malina.
I’m 20 years old and I have an unhealthy addiction to Disney,
Sleep,
Food,
And Sarcasm.
I’ve never liked coffee and my preferred stress drink is soda.
I spend most of my days overthinking hypothetical situations
And wondering what life would be like if I lived in my favorite cartoons.
Preferably I’d hope to be a lovable sidekick in this world because
many people often say I’m cheerful and funny,
But not entertaining enough for the main stage.
And not pretty enough for prince charming to come swoop me away
Instead I tuck myself away in my room and hide from social interaction.
Because
The West Wind remembers. by shelleypalmer, literature
Literature
The West Wind remembers.
When the sea is stilled at night
memories flow to me.
Weatherworn old ships arise
pale in moonlit fantasy.
Masts forever reaching high.
Lookouts hear my sigh,
and hearing oft a siren song,
before the land is nigh.
I am caught in sails anew
a comfort to be held,
while sailors look upon me
as a means to see the world.
Below the decks the shanties rise
slurred, from grog filled crew
Before the morn the tide will rise
and set the ships askew.
Ravages from breakers
now linger in the hold
Men who are of teenage years,
have seemingly grown old.
I sing a lullaby to them,
strained through oaken bows,
The decades now reduce to
the strange cool mist
washes up along the
rocky shore
waves crash violently
breathe in, breathe out
abandoned docks teeter in the wind
clouds roll in without
asking the dark sky
for permission
somewhere in the distance
i hear the howl
quarter past midnight
i vision the eyes
glowing in the dark
in the small musty room
screams crash through
the hanging trees
echo off your chamber
what i hear though
are the whispers in
the early morn, near dawn
i resemble a stoic
statue of ash and mud
eyes turned to clay
the waves dance
oh so manically
white caps arise
i remember your eyes
looking into mine
i got lost in your gaze
i fantasize that i
Pathfinder
Standing on the precipice of night
Ink black, deep as void and five times as bright
Scattered stars like ripples feather-light, burning white
Eyes shut tight.
Darkwalker
Swallowed by a litany of dreams
Glitter-gold abyss, ruby whispers, diamond screams
Radiant horrors eating faces, robbing voices, stealing choices
Reality unseen
Splitting at the seams.
Truthseeker
Hidden in the place of silent stone
Breathe venom, spit blood, and carve yourself a throne
Ragged wounds weeping secrets, deafening unknown
Battle-grown
All alone.
Lightbringer
Lucent by a hundred thousand scars
Skin a constellation dripping incandescent stars
Eyes onl
Bears and Wolves and Lions by Drakard-14, literature
Literature
Bears and Wolves and Lions
Mother said
Look for the child in everyone
And you will know them better
And you will love them better.
I had you and them
I knew you and them
Why should I look?
Why should I search?
And then I left
I hunted dreams
I swallowed starlight, inhaled the sun
I walked with bears and wolves and lions
And feared them
And feared to know them
Because I had you and them
Because I knew you and them.
Until I looked ahead for just a breath
And when I turned
You were gone and they were gone
There was only me
Weeping starlight, breathing sunfire
Among bears and wolves and lions.
And Mother said
Look for the child in everyone
And you will know them better
When last I saw this place
There was an emptiness like the vast of space.
Wrapped up in the race of life with no brace,
If only because there wasn't a trace of your grace.
An instance or case when defense is gone without ace.
Meant to conceal, efface, and erase
My feelings had hoped to displace with disgrace.
Hoped to retrace what was misplaced at someplace.
At workplace the masquerade on showcase,
Hesitant and lonesome beneath staircase.
It was easier in fear or isolation within base,
never one too carelessly go on a chase.
Higher you outpaced to elevations of airspace.
Always knew you to go to anyplace,
yet thoughts of mine to interface
Theme 33, Expectations: Dear Future Husband by baileyalice222, literature
Literature
Theme 33, Expectations: Dear Future Husband
My expectations for you, my love,
are not high.
You do not need to treat me like a queen.
You do not need to shower me with gifts,
just your heart in exchange for mine.
I do not need you to be perfect.
I do not need a knight in shining armor.
I do not need you to be stunningly handsome.
I need Just your heart in exchange for mine.
I do not need you to always be the perfect gentleman,
I know that there will be bad days,
days where we will be at each other's throats.
I do not need perfection,
nor do I want it.
I only need you, dear.
I need only to ask you to love me,
Only putting me second to God
To love me despite my flaws,
To love me wh
A life That Turned Shaded by baileyalice222, literature
Literature
A life That Turned Shaded
12 Years Ago
“Why are mommy’s eyes closed?” I ask my daddy, tugging on his arm.
He leans down and says, “Shhh”, and one of his tears falls on my face.
“Daddy, why are you crying? Mommy’s just sleepin’”, I say tugging on his arm again.
By now, everyone in the church is watching us, so is the pastor. My daddy kneels down in front of me and takes my hands.
He takes a deep breath, and says, “Lyla, mommy’s eyes are closed forever. She’s not sleeping”, and then he buries his face in his hands and starts crying really hard.
I turn and look at
Guys! I finished it! 100 theme poetry challenge from #The-Poetry-Cafe (https://www.deviantart.com/the-poetry-cafe) is complete. It was a long road, but I did! It was all God of course. All my words came from him, every last one of them!
Anywhoser, here's the link to the journal that tracked my progress!
Guys! I'm half done with the 100 theme poetry challenge from #The-Poetry-Cafe (https://www.deviantart.com/the-poetry-cafe)
I'm so happy I could just pee my pants (JK, I won't do that!)
So here's the link to my other journal tracking my progress. Check it out!
100 Theme Poetry Challenge