Love is patient
Bombings
love is kind
Murders
It does not envy
Threats
it does not boast
Signs that read God hates fags
it is not proud
What are we doing?
It is not rude
This isn't what he told us
it is not self-seeking
He told us to love
it is not easily angered
To love our fellow man
it keeps no record of wrongs
No matter who they are
Love does not delight in evil
No matter what they've done
but rejoices with the truth
But after all the prayer
It always protects
After all the study
always trusts
We still can't remember
always hopes
The Greatest commandment
always perseveres.
That Jesus left us
Lov
I have tried to love you.
But you have become
little more than an evening in pale watercolors
the shadow of Monet.
I have decided to leave the lilies as they are.
Perhaps in later years, with desperation,
fearing the thinness of my thin limbs,
the creaking of my spider fingers,
I will go to wander those gardens again,
hoping for the promise of Eden,
clutching beads in my weary fist.
For now, you are fleeting as mermaid song,
brief as tall spires in pink and green beneath the sea
I can never touch them.
Our connection fades,
a violet mirage
disappearing within the swells.
A wave breaks
The evening breeze and the extra cup,
A lonely shadow upon the ceiling
And all things “destined” on the up:
Absent from a funeral of feeling.
The cloak of a Sunday in the sun;
Each passing taxi reeks of a plan:
In lieu of nothing, the day is won
Affords to think a better man.
Killing moments, playing tag with the mind:
The first paramour of pagan day;
A second honeymoon of lost fears can find
A love for that familiar blue Bombay.
The erratic world can be rather still:
A man and his betrothed corner of air
A deadbeat verse on a diner bill
Wooing the crevices of the empty chair.
I never really
Understood why
You didn't know me,
But how could I
You had a hard life
You had to cope
It was not your fault
They stole your Hope
But then you came here
You were told to
She dragged you along
Wouldn't leave You
But then your health failed
And the tests showed
Something too scary
For you to Know
We told you you're sick
There was no lie
Just not the whole truth
But how could I
You were positive
But He above,
He had greater plans
Made out of Love
You smiled at me
I smil
Dead languages and bitter tea by IntelligentZombie, literature
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Dead languages and bitter tea
We were directly opposed,
circling each other in a confining pool,
my mouth seeking yours, but only finding
the fragments of composure you left in your wake.
"Nunc scio quid sit Amor",
you said once, and I agreed with you,
then looked up what the hell you meant
as soon as I was alone.
We went stargazing when we were hungry
and fed ourselves with the names
and the glow of all the stars
that spread themselves out to tease us.
"This is what I see in you," you flattered,
pointing at the sky while the wetness of the grass
soaked into our backs.
"You're that string of pearls, right there,
hanging around the neck of the sky.
You are more than wh
When you are young,
they will treat you with the softness of spring.
They will guide you through the winter winds and
over snowy hills, admiring the brilliance of your
midday innocence; pulling daisies from the earth
just to place them in your hair. And they will
whisper to each other of how beautiful you are.
When you grow older,
they will treat you with the indifferences of autumn.
They will urge you from the complacency of your own
fleeting fulfillments, and they will watch your
brilliance fade with the swiftness of the sky. You
will shed your fragile childhood with the colors of
the trees, and you will learn to face
Wake Up In a Forest by TheMeTheyDontSee, literature
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Wake Up In a Forest
Wake up in a forest.
Take a look around.
Nothing in sight.
Not a path to be found.
I am alone.
Unsure what to do.
Nothing's familiar
Everything is new
I'm so afraid.
I begin to cry.
I'm so lost.
Don't know why.
I need your strength.
Please help me.
Guide me though.
Give me eyes to see.
I'm still scared.
I wish I could hide.
At least I know.
You'll be at my side.
Mine is not a face that would launch a thousand ships
Mine is not a body that would make men go to war
Mine is not a mind, sharp as a blade nor quick or witty
Mine is a heart that bleeds and loves none the less.
I am not a queen of beauty or elegance of ages past
I am not a model or scientist, nor a woman of career
I am not a fashion statement or a symbol of feminism
I am a woman with hopes and dreams none the less.
Mine is not a perfect home from the magazines
Mine is not the latest fashion or trends of clothes
Mine is not the accepted norms of life or style
Mine is the individuality of not caring for either.
I am not the person everyone