Tag: #peace

The Swing…

~ Joyce Mary J ~ 13 Comments 

I'm swinging up and down,
Not knowing what is coming along,
As I go up, I see the most beautiful sight,
And when I'm down I watch the lava flowing inside.
At one point I have the heaven,
An angel standing beside me,
Telling the truth, separating the right from the wrong,
Guiding the way, showing the perfect path for my journey.
Then, suddenly I'm in hell,
Fighting with my demons,
Burning myself in the fire,
Where temptations are crawling around me,
And every inch of my body and mind is tired of struggling with the strongest evil that I have ever known.



I'm swinging up and down,
Not knowing where I belong,
The harder I push myself to be in a place where I can hear melodious song,
To make peace with my past,
Longing for the serendipity that other people have known,
The deeper I plunge into an ocean of darkness,
Into the void where I was left alone,
Trying to get a grasp on my life, for one breath.
I'm swinging up and down,
Not knowing if I should carry on.
-JMJ


Rest In Peace!

~ Joyce Mary J ~ 24 Comments 


She can see herself on the ground,
Cold and stiff with no earthly bound,
Free from all the life's strife,
And all the words of the world acting like a knife.
People came to pay her last respect,
Standing in between them she did expect,
A little love that she always longed for,
Was that too much to ask for?  



She could hear that they were saying prayers,
Judging about her destination in their heart with fake tears,
As she could now understand them inside out,
Stop! That's all she wanted to shout.
Instead she looked once more on the body and smiled, 
Then walked away leaving everything behind.
                  -JMJ

Colors

~ Joyce Mary J ~ 26 Comments 

Is it the black, brown or white,
The colors that can truly describe,
A man's character and intentions,
Or is his job done without any assumptions?
Is it the blonde, brunette or red head,
The colors that can truly describe,
A woman's intelligence and kindness,
Or is her good deeds with no judgements?
Is it the blue, green or the hazel eyes,
The colors that can truly describe,
A man's love and passion,
Or is it the act itself which has no condition?
Is it the color that defines us?
Or is it us who define colors?
                     -JMJ

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