HypoChristian

This is a melody of a broken spirit
A rhythm of a troubled pulse
Whose passion inhaled, once, compassion of sweet evil
To quench the human thirst of lust
Nourishing the hunger of envious flesh
But living to submit to the pulsating nerve of temptation
So the human ego doesn’t get bruised…
But You, Lord, always fought the demon that no matter how many times I blessed, always failed
Until I realized, I’m just trying to live up to society’s level
Resizing the truth to fit my frame
Christ died for our sins
But what we fail to understand is,
It should have been us
Nailed, bruised and bleeding on that wooden cross
We are guilty… and there’s no need to dip it in honey
Because a sin is a sin
But living in these dark days where the bible is cut into only, “5 things GOD wants you do to”
Cutting down the minerals and vitamins of our souls
Starving the inner person and making him grow anorexic
All in the name of, “saving time”
Forgetting that we serve the Author of time
Who could rewind, fast-ward, pause or even stop our lives
While we’re still stuck in the fuss of good deeds… good life…
But actually glamorizing bad
Because “good” to the flesh is bad to the soul
Though they work in conjunction-
See… we’ve got prayer partners
Who not only pray with us, but also remind us of the bad that we’ve done
So how good can we get?
When the lips that pray for forgiveness
Are the same lips that only Heavens know where they’ve been
During those days when we let that liar, cheat and thief into our hearts
Only because we took matters into our own hands
Made ourselves our own god, and tried to direct our own actions
Taking away God’s responsibility
Because we modified the ancient words of Proverbs 16:9
To suit our desires
Instead of modifying our ancient deeds
To live as in deed, God’s children

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When I think with Ink

Sink your head in my heart and feel the venom that intoxicates my blood
It is the flow of an ensnared mind with scorpions
Stinging the caves of a silenced soul but speaking the truth that I feel
Scan and see through the dilated pupils of my poetry
The consequences of the pill I’m willing to overdose- thinking
An echo of a trapped voice in the house of its mind
A salad of deafness and muteness- bottled silence
When senses dwell in the story of the within-
To be silent is not to be quiet
Speaking is not to be heard
But thinking with ink, is to voice your concern!

A ruptured spirit

We’ve been propelled thus far by feelings of sharp silence

Hand in hand, in the presence of piercing terror

We failed to break out and admit our treason

Here we stand, closely far in the flood of memory

Flipping through the rugged pages of our moments…

Look through the binoculars of a pedestrian view:

“The simple coincidence of collision” is observed-

Why can’t it be like it seems?

We’ve grown whole with a hole

So lucid yet faint

Our chemistry has been roasted in sulphur

And now we live as stark shadows subjected to our own weakness

Lord knows why our passion hasn’t been leveled to foundations yet-

-MalieZ

Missing

This place was unfamiliar,
Grimaced by the vile thought of disbelief
My heart still heard the sounds that squeezed neglected tears
Weeping as it kept the treasure it once treasured - a beam of sunlight stole appearance through the curtains of the heart mirrors.
Moments prior - flapping with joy was my hyper, courageous self.
Managing to snatch a few smiles from her startled face that kept her bright eyes shining like the moon in the night,
I was lulled to think that she defined the treasure I longed.
Expressionless social networks can't bridge the feeling we communicated.
Her voice once arranged with sweetness, pause of breath-taking chuckles and tenderness, seemed as it if it had grieved the day before.
Exhausted time frames filled with coupled anger produced a desire for hatred.
On the periphery of my heart - Neglected fantasies stay engraved as heart walls that one day can be explored.

~ThaUsual!

MY ALL

My wishes dished on a golden plate for me to encapsulate myself within all that I desire, admire.
My need to feed breed not on greed creed for I am freed growing a seed so green never grim. My paradise appetize energize the eyes, this tropicalized Zion, colossal utopia obliterating standardized thoughts.
My destiny I cannot deny, on it I rely striving driving towards whats fine, mine!
My life fortified bliss apex of reality realm of levity every breathe an asset treasured.
My love covers her whole my girl a pearl weddings bells in my heart forever she dwells.
My wealth a well by the sea waves of billows rich pitching me above the clouds.
My toys Rolls Royce Benz friends come lets play pray for more until we grey.
My legacy no fantasy has no enemy predecessors a thousand generations.
My joy My happiness My love My success My all My life.

Redink

Grim Reaper

Tormenting shade of darkness a cloud of sadness

Loved ones taken without saying goodbye

What a force with no course, hold your horses

Back up, with his talons he might just grab you wrap you

Tears shed, hungry orphans unfed, haven't you drank your cup full of innocent blood

Top predator hunting day and night killing taking without remorse

With so may lives taken little ones forsaken broken and shaken

Your case has no advocate your verdict is death

Redink

I wanna tell it like it is... -MalieZ

 

I wake up every morning to wear a smile

Bath off the scams of my tears

And dress up to cover my wounds

With confidence and pride..

I respect myself so much to expose my body to the public

I am smart enough to know that I don't need public approval to be human

Yes, I fake it all for the audience

I deny them the pleasure of rejoicing over my fountain of tears

I deny them the audacity to spite at me with my weakness

Because I do not need anyone to pity me

I do not need them to process my image as a model of shame

Or use my name as a psuedonym of pain

Oh, yes! I fake it all for the audience

I powder my face

And colour my cheeks

I define my beauty with "external blingers"

To make up for my internal destruction

Yes, I fake it all for the audience!