Quotes

Bound to You

You found me roaming perdition.
Don’t ever send me back.
Know that you complete me.
What you have, I lack.
You liberated my heart.
Are you a hero or an angel?
Alive by cause of your love.
For which I am so grateful.
Until time ends I’ll stand true.
You honor me with devotion.
Know allegiance like never gauged.
What you need, that I become.
You will want for nothing.
Would you lay down your life for me?
Die for us? I’d not blink twice,
For I have found my destiny.

 

This poem was just one that was published in “Emily Sturgill’s Help Wanted: Poets please apply” anthology earlier this year. Read this and many more brilliant pieces by downloading your copy HERE. It’s FREE today! Emily’s collection covers a myriad of topics and includes 19 different poets, all from the WordPress community.

 

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Monster Beneath My Bed

I don’t ever want to go to sleep;
There is a monster beneath my bed.
He hisses and taunts; he gets in my head.
I hide under blankets and weep.

Through the darkness I hear him creep.
His presence fills me up with dread.
I don’t ever want to go to sleep;
There is a monster beneath my bed.

Too terrified to make a peep,
I know the demon wants me dead.
That he’ll bleed from me a stream of red,
Just to linger there and watch it seep.
I don’t ever want to go to sleep.

 

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Tangled Web

What fallacy, pray tell, have you spun for me today?
A prevaricated tale conceived in truth,
Tangled with a lie? Can you see through your own
Web of flagrant deception anymore?
We shudder at what you’ve become. You
Weave and sew, fabricate and entwine.
When your lips move, the fable begins,
First with the pretense of fact. Soon,
We are snarled in your labyrinth of lies. You
Practice dishonesty like it’s your religion.
To believe that you are more than a maligner is to
Deceive even the fabulist that is you.

 

 

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Carpe Diem

The world lays in wait. Your
Best days remain ahead. Find your
Way, my son, for it is up
To you to plot a course. Set goals,
Predict your own successes.
Your life is in your hands. The
Future bears no boundaries. It
Is waiting for you
To shape it.
Create your utopia, child.
It is all within your reach.

I Am a Freak

I never really could fit in,
That was my sin.
They did condemn
Those not like them.

They made me want to run and hide.
They crushed my pride.
I was too meek
To be unique.

But now I live my life out loud,
Despite the crowd.
I have grown wise.
My freak flag flies.

 

“Blessed are the weird people–poets, misfits, writers, mystics…painters & troubadours–for they teach us to see the world through different eyes.”  ~Jacob Nordby

 

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