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I S A A C Dec 2024
i hope my hope doesn’t break me in half
tried to fit within the margins
tried to damage my confidence
tried for the last
i hope my hope doesn’t keep me stagnant
accepting of every ***** hand
accepting the present as best as it gets
accepting for the last
i hope my hope doesn’t make me lose track
keeping score of my blackest past
keeping mindless men in my grasp
keeping for the last
i hope my hope doesn’t
Kewayne Wadley Dec 2024
She unravels herself like a rose  
In the palm of my hand.  
Some of her petals break off  
And lay to the side
The pain of growth,  
Making room for something new.  

She looks me in the eye,  
The tension of letting go  
Of reasonable fear.  
Too many lonely nights.  
The crescent moon of every lie  
Hovers over her head.  

Piece by piece,  
She's laid that insecurity in my hands,  
That uncertainty in her eyes,  
Slowly turning into trust.  
Seeing that I didn’t discard  
The pieces of her that flaked off,  
In my hands.  
Regardless of how bad they look,  
They are a part of her.  

She twists and she turns,  
Her thorns piercing my skin,  
One after another.  
With confidence, I don’t have to tell her  
That I am not afraid.  
But I do so anyway.  

The crescent moon that hangs  
Above her head fills out  
And becomes full.  
As comfortable as she seems,  
Fear still lingers.  
No matter how much she  
Lets go,  
She's been let down before.  

In time, my hands will become  
A vase that will protect her from harm,  
And my heart a place  
That will warm her always.  
When the day comes she knows,  
With certainty, that I am not afraid,  
I will still tell her
I am not afraid
Valentin Eni Dec 2024
Do not trust a man if he has found his path
There is nothing but illusion ahead
So you must wait for him to sigh deeply and yawn
So
Follow him into his failure down
Keara Marie Dec 2024
It’s not that I think I don’t deserve happiness, I don’t trust it. There’s a difference.
Liv Dec 2024
I want to feel your need like air,
a love so deep, beyond compare.
I want to be the thought you keep,
the dream that lingers as you sleep.
Not just a want, but something more—
a quiet ache you can’t ignore.

I want to be the pull, the thread,
the voice that echoes in your head.
To feel your care in all you do,
to know your heart beats just for two.
Ask me, softly, where I’ve been—
show me I’m your beginning and end.

Let your gaze linger, let it stay,
like I’m the sun that lights your way.
Let every word you speak of me
be laced with love, completely free.
Not fleeting, not shallow, but endless and whole,
a love that cradles my heart and soul.

I want your passion, deep and kind,
the type that wraps and fills the mind.
To see me not just as I appear,
but know my soul and hold it near.
A love that whispers, "You are mine,"
yet cherishes, tender and divine.

Crave not my touch, but the sound of my voice,
the little things that make you rejoice.
Wonder at the thoughts I share,
at every moment, show you care.
To love me wholly, as I am,
your guiding light, your constant calm.

So want me, love, in ways untamed,
but let it be my heart you’ve claimed.
Be addicted to the way I see,
to the essence of who I strive to be.
For I don’t long for just fleeting fire,
but a love that grows, higher and higher.

Crave my laughter, crave my tears,
crave the story of all my years.
Let me feel it, steady and true—
this quiet obsession of me and you.
For in your arms, I long to stay,
forever yours, in every way.
I wish I could be someone’s most important person… I wish someone could be addicted to me like I am to them.
Liv Dec 2024
I trust you, my love, with all that I am,
your words like anchors, steady and calm.
You tell me your pain is fleeting, a phase,
and I hold to your voice like a beacon in haze.
You are my truth, my rock, my guide,
and I trust in the love you hold inside.

I believe in you, in the strength you bear,
in the quiet assurances whispered with care.
You’ve told me we’re safe, you’ve told me we’re strong,
and I cling to those words like a comforting song.
I know your heart, I know its intent,
and I trust each message your love has sent.

But still, a shadow lingers near,
a whisper of doubt, a trace of fear.
What if one day, without warning or sound,
I wake to find you’ve turned around?
What if the love I fight to sustain
isn’t enough to hold off the rain?

I push myself, I give my all,
to make every day a fortress, tall.
To show you joy, to be your light,
to fight for us through the darkest night.
But in the quiet, a question remains:
what if my love can’t quiet your pain?

What if one day, when the silence grows loud,
and the laughter fades into a passing cloud,
you realize something I can’t yet see—
that maybe you’re better off without me?
It’s not your fault, my love, not at all,
it’s just a fear, a quiet call.

I trust you fully, with every breath,
with every joy, with every depth.
Your love is my harbor, my steady refrain,
and I believe in you, through joy and pain.
But trust doesn’t shield from the fears I hide,
of a day you might drift, or pull aside.

You’ve told me to worry not, and I try,
but the thought of losing you makes me cry.
The dryness that lingers, the weight in the air—
I fight it with hope, with love, with care.
But what if one day, we falter and break?
What if it’s more than we both can take?

Still, I believe in the strength we hold,
the fire that burns through the growing cold.
I trust in us, in the vows we’ve made,
in the promises strong and the fears that fade.
And even in doubt, in shadows unknown,
I trust in your love to guide me home.

So I’ll keep fighting, I’ll keep the flame,
I’ll carry the weight, I’ll shoulder the blame.
I trust in your words, your heart, your eyes,
even as fear within me cries.
For loving you is the bravest part,
and I’ll trust you always—with all my heart.
This is the 2. Part to “the distance between us”
I trust him fully, with heart and soul… I’m just scared that I’ll lose it all… With all my hope and heart… I just wish we don’t grow apart…
kokoro Nov 2024
I like to forgive people
even if they do me wrong
because what right do I have not forgiving,
when my Father knows every single thing that I have done wrong,
but yet has forgiven me for all of them?

In my prayers I ask God to release me from my anger
my anger towards people,
my anger towards the world.
Because to be frank,
I don't want to live an angry life.
I don't want to live a life full of anger and hate.
I want to live in a perfect world, but I know that is not possible, for mankind makes all kinds of different mistakes.
So instead I trust God, I trust his plan, and because I have that trust, I know that everything will be okay.
Life will be okay with those different mistakes, as long as I trust.

Look back and thank God.
Look Forward and trust God.
Mark 11:25 - "And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive them, so your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins."
Bekah Halle Nov 2024
Where do our prayers go,
When we put breath 
to our hopes and woes?
Do they float up to Heaven,
Or become a bereft flow,
never to be enlightened?

Asking faithfully so,
with lists full of prayers,
going back decades low.
Some answered joyfully,
but many more not, leaving me wondering...
I pray alone and with others. I pray for others as a loved one, a concerned citizen, and a chaplain, and yet I still wonder about the mystery.
zozzyz Nov 2024
you overthought it , you were never considered
You asked and served yet got left on delivered
you're just the window when they close the curtains.
never promise anyone , nothing's ever certain.

The only thing that's promised is  promises are broken,
Chose their lies over the truth  , find a way to cope then.
Preformed many motions, now look at their actions.
you're the whole number within the mixed fractions.
took a selfie and left, didn't tag you in the caption.

promises are lies to try make you feel better,
dont believe them! , i mean whatever.
you'd still chose them after what they did
look at your eyes now, did you hit your head?

sorry for lying,
but i will keep trying.
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