Handcuffed by the Past How could you think we would forget? You sinned have a fatal flaw broke all laws and now your daring gives us pause. You want to be forgiven redeemed and released but we will keep you imprisoned in our negativity. We will keep you in your place remember your disgrace no second chances with you ut us a cold case. We may not be God with no right to punish but by god! We wont let you flourish!
Category: Poetry Corner
Crab Life
Crab Life Look at you across the room thinking can you make it. your new victim in your sights ready for a fight you approach. You know your role known it long learned it hard. You are the crab who came out of the barrel the one who made it. But there can be only one, only one success story at a time. So you know your role you signed with your blood. Instead of helping the one left to come up you got to work hard to push him down to drown.
Fly
Fly You can run, I know you can. You can fly, I know you can. Out of fear you may run but you need to fly. Use those wings see the joy it brings even in your fear They will take there, where you need to go. When you are down and you feel it's not your time take flight and fly up to the sky.
Be Brave
Be brave and admit you failed at something you never wanted to do in the first place. Be brave show your flaws and not give a damn! Be brave and show them your banner still being constructed no bright colours yet or ever. Be brave as you crash and burn and learn to stay grounded until another attempt. Be brave and admit you never really cared you just wanted the praise. Be brave admit life ain't so wonderful but you're still gonna live it.
Grow Into Yourself
Grow Into Yourself. It burns! Like hell sulfur. Limbs torn assunder. With each blunder guilt knifes me. Blood corrupted springs free to flow into a sea of redemption. Can I grow into me? Can I be free? Guilt a strict taskmaster. Too stern to cuddle a wayward child like me. Fire now tears into my flesh. Is this how it feels to grow?
It’s Too Late?
It's Too Late? Where have the years gone and when did the wrinkles come home to roost? Lady, why did you settle for empty promises? Why did you settle under their thumb rejected and forlorn? Is it too late to smile again? to feel the sun on your face? Is it too late to leave the pain? Just have some fun? Is it too late to stop and fight even after your flight? Is it too late to be alive when death was your bedmate? It is too late? We will see...
Be Blessed!
Be Blessed! Be blessed: with friends that love you all of you so you can be true to you. Be blessed: with a body that functions even with the aches and pain there is still a peace inside that takes that rain and make you sane. Be blessed: that you can be content with just enough even with the fluff and all the no sense stuff. Be blessed: a favour bestowed even when you feel low because you already know the best is yet to come. Be blessed, and so it goes row after row and feel those rupples overflow...
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