Vaya's poetry.

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Glad you like it *smiles*

As DO I

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Thank you.

You try knock me down, but i won't let you
My tears I shed would never be for you.
Can't knock me down.

When you throw your worse.
I'll stand right back up, and says your worse is not
good enough.

Hurt me
Abuse me
Scream at me

It does not matter.
You can't pull me down.
I'll stand right back, and just smile.

Can't you see?
None of my tears are for you.
Your worse is no good.

You can hate all you want, but your hate
is just a cover up.
I know your real battle is not me.
It's you.

Keep on trying to pull me with you, but I won't go.

Your worse is no good.
Can't knock me down.
Because I have God in my heart, and
his all I ever needed.

Maybe someday too.. You will find him.
Until then just remember I've got something you don't.

I'm unbreakable.
You worse can do no harm.
Can't knock me down.

10Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. 11Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes.

Ephesians 6:10-11 (NIV)

Originally posted by Drackett
10Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. 11Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes.

Ephesians 6:10-11 (NIV)

Thanks. 🙂

I know what to do. Just sometimes you get caught up in the moment of things, but I always pull myself together in the end.

Vaya, great work. glad to get back on and see new stuff here!!!

This is a tale of a girl.
Who lives in her own world.

A girl who fears everything, but yet nothing.
For she struggles to breath, but she still dreams.

Dark was her world.
Shadows keep her close, and her mind was clouded with fear.

Everything she loved turned to bad.
So she became sad.

This is about girl who struggled to breath.
A girl who was alone.

Her death came close so many times.
The darkness kept her close.
She longed to be somewhere else.

This girl was alone.
With no one at her side.

Kicked down, and broken
She struggled to breath.

Lost, and dazed.
Without any hope.

Death came so close, so many times.
She strugged to breath.

This girl was not just anyone.. She was me.

The tale goes on.
Yes the tale does gone.

She found hope at least.
In a way she never dreamed.

She found her father who loved her.
Without a care of what had happen.

This girl bowed before him, and she prayed.
To have her father was like no other.

He gave her hope.
Let her live.

She found peace.
She found friends
She found love.
And she found family.

Most of all she lived.
She found hope in her father.

She could breath again.

cool. nice deepness, no heavy words.

I Love it

Thank you 🙂

A day without you.
Makes me long more for you.

Remembering how you hold me, and how you love me.
Just missing you.

A day without you is not that much fun.

Embacing you is all I ever want.
It's all I ever dream.

A day without you its just no fun.

So hold me.
Embrace me.

I won't mind.

Because A day with you is the most fun.

A Day with the one you love Is fun isn't it

Originally posted by Drackett
A Day with the one you love Is fun isn't it

😛

Sometimes I'm wrong.
Most the time I regret.

When will I learn to never look back.
Why can't let go?

What I'm I all about?
I'm just me, but who is me?

I think I know.
Although What should I be?

I'm never good enough.
Not in the least.

No one seems to understand.
I'm just me.

To many things
All in my head.

Things that are, and things already to be.

What should I do?
Where should I go?

I'm never good enough.
Where's my home?

Please let me be.
I don't belong anywhere.
Not in the least.

These tears I cry are all the same.
I'm so cold, and it always rains.

Nothing ever right.
Not when I'm in sight.

So let the rain pour.
Let me soak it up.
That's when I remember how this came about.

On the ground.
Around the mud.
I begin to fall, and life turns around.

Here I am.
On the ground.
Feet cold. My head tired.

I see a light.
To my right.
Turn and glance, but I lose sight.

Where did it go?
How do I follow?
I'm so cold.
and life is to hollow.

Great stuff

Thank you 🙂

Nice M'lady. A lotta despair in the poems... very personal. I can nod along with each. If it IS your experience, all I can offer is a helping hand up outta the mud and the promise that the rain will end.

I'm glad you could relate to my poems 🙂