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Sea Fever by John Masefield 2 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

God Will Solve Your TroublesLook past the fog the clouds your mind
Agony in front, jubilation behind.
If you want to be happy forget all the pain
Just move on, and your troubles are slain.
Slip to the passenger side, let God take the wheel
He'll take you along and help you to heal.
He has a plan if you'll wait and see
He wants you to be happy and free.
As do I if you'll listen close
Sometimes I fear I want it the most.
I hope there's others who want your freedom
But not at the price of rising to the father's kingdom.
It's not your time, it not your fate
I believe in you, it's not too late.
I'll never give up on you and leave you alone
I won't leave your side, not even wGod Will Solve Your Troubles2 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Sometimes Is this real life?

I wonder
Why do you ask?

Sometimes2 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Reaching2 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Be My Friend33 minutes ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Strength2 hours ago in Visual & Found Poetry

3 Words Today I went to that place
in front of a lot of people.
Today I wanted to break each time someone
asked if I was okay.
I need to draw lines on my arms again
because the urge to do more damage is setting in.
I’m hiding beneath the sheets of this
bed
because if you knew what goes on
in my head
you’d realise how badly I want to be
dead.
I don’t write for the faint of heart
its a new way for me to start over
and each word is a piece of this master
puzzle
with
thousands of pieces that have yet to
be
connected.
3 Words1 day ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Dead Man RisingMany a season passes, his gaze obsessively focused from the realm of reality. Within his soul, a longing for something more than what is in front of him is all but haunting.

Fooled to think that this lifestyle be routinely dull is an annoying thorn thrusted into his flesh, what on God's Earth does he hope to realize?

And though it may seem as such, his debts have yet to be lifted. He has not yet earned the right to the riches that lay in waiting in front of him. Just the very thought of it make it seem very distant beyond attainable.

Oh, how he cannot stand the torture. Submissive to reality, his realization of a dream is still a long and Dead Man Rising2 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

What You Don't Know2 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Black voice 2 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Feelings Just a few nights ago, I
had a dream about someone who
understands me for who I am. They
know what I am going through at
this very moment in time. He
has been around in my life
longer than my current
boyfriend. However,
he told me that
he has these
feelings
for me.

Feelings1 hour ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Downward Spiral Tie these shoes laces in knots so I
can trip and fall into you.
String me up a flag pole and hang
me out to dry.
Tighten the grip on my heart and
make it pulsate in your grasp.

I want to feel finished at last.
cut me into Papier-mâché because I'll
end
up doing it myself
anyway.

Put me in a cage made of steel
so I can learn what it's like to feel.

My thoughts are loud and my
tears are at bay but what happens
when dad's not there on the 26th of May?

I need to feel alive someone
anyone bring me back
to life.

I'm a ghost haunting thesDownward Spiral2 hours ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Is this paper worth my words YIs this paper worth my words
Your words always hurt
If I Closed my eyes would that fill the silence
You say you love me
But what is love
I feel lost
Is the definition of love
A resolution
But can it become enough
Can someone like me be really healed
Of my illness
So why can't you just show me your emotions
I'm dying each day
When you don't reveal your heart to me
When you unleash your anger onto me
I want you to say sorry
But if you don't feel it then I can't put it there
Don't you love me anymore
I would carry on loving your until my core had fallen
out onto the floor
Until the last bell rang out
To give you a sign where I am going to kill Is this paper worth my words Y16 hours ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Who am I What am I1 day ago in Visual & Found Poetry

That Is How I Love You1 day ago in Visual & Found Poetry

I choose not to abuse My realiI choose not to abuse
My reality by fading into familiar dysfunction
I will treat her gently without expectation
so true magic my exist unfiltered
Or inhibited by narrow perceptions
But soft hear you not the ringing of the spheres?
They vibrate my cells into intricate Mandalas
The way the tuning fork vibrates grains of sands into shapesI choose not to abuse My reali2 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

A BabyA Baby <3

A Baby you say you want.
Im only 20.
Is now the time?
Are we ready?
I asked this every night.
And tonight I got my answer.
Tonight I prayed.
For the answer.
Yes we both want one.
And Yes we are ready.
And yes especially we can afford him or her.
But is it what he wants?
Well I found out tonight.
Tonight the maker from the sky came to me.
I didnt ask him too.
But he did.
He Jesus Christ showed his face in the clouds, in that dark humble sky.
I ask him, Is this what you want???
And he showed me a woman in the clouds.
A woman with the moon in the pawn of her hands.
Her Hands were just right where her stomach was.
Which meant Yes.
YA Baby2 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Deadly Tornado There's a storm brewing inside of me h
This violent tornado is daring to a
i Swallow me alive and my heart l
s is numb from the pins and e
needles stabbing and jabbing
f so I can't from
a see what's the
l right in sky
l front of
i me.
n
g
and inside my temporal
lobe is punctured
by words I don't
understand.
I can't remember the last
time I felt alive inside
but this darkness
is going Deadly Tornado2 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Love Me Tender2 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Love Note2 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

What You Don't Know2 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Starlight2 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

What You Don't Know2 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Flying South for the winter Beneath the blindfolds and icy glaciers
of skin, I swear, in that moment, she wanted to let me in.
I bit my tongue until I tasted blood.
She whispered into the air, "Babe its just not enough."
I cried and wallowed in my own self pity until I remembered New York City.
So I packed my luggage and drew out a plan then I turned my back on her and ran.
She left me a letter when I returned I was so angry I wanted it burned but alas my
heart took control and as icy as her skin was the letter read like falling snow.

I'm
sorry
I
love
you
but its jFlying South for the winter3 days ago in Visual & Found Poetry

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