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Velid Mulić

Poetry

as you walk your path
plant loose seeds
and water the Earth
one day you will become its soil

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When you lie awake
in fear of the monster
lying underneath your bed
do you ever stop to think
he’s scared of the demon resting above him?

Forgive Me

Forgive Me

Is there some hope I can be forgiven
when all has been said and all has been done
I need you to forgive me for my sin

Those words let loose that day, like daggers, have
bled all of my life away and then some
Is there some hope I can be forgiven

I’m not quite sure where my mind was goin’
but shortly thereafter I felt like scum
I need you to forgive me for my sin

I have spent some real time searching within
I asked myself what the hell I’ve become
Is there some hope I can be forgiven

I am lost, a man without direction
my actions are something I can’t outrun
I need you to forgive me for my sin

Trust me it’s just miscommunication
you have misunderstood my intention
Is there some hope I can be forgiven
I need you to forgive me for my sin

I have stained the book in ink
and worried too long
that the pages fear my strokes
in worry that each word will ruin it
but I can’t know until I ask
will you be my muse, my easle?

When the sun has long set
look for its reflection
and you will know the way

Trying to Write a Poem

Trying to Write a Poem

I want to write a poem,
but I don’t know where to start.
Let me think, so um,
maybe I’ll compare my crush to a work of art!

No that’s too cheesy.
Maybe I’ll write about darkness and despair.
A metaphor of a boy being a kite; driftin’ he-
he probably has no control in the air!

Eh, that’s overused.
Boy writing is hard.
All this thinking is making me snoozed.
This page will probably be another I discard.

Oh, hey wait a minute now,
maybe if I just read this and sit-
well, holy cow!
I actually did it.

Saving Me

Saving Me

In a moments notice
I found myself surrounded in darkness
dazed and confused, there I lie
wondering when joy had left me with sorrow
and when I didn’t think there could any worse,
I lost sight of even myself.
Just a body and a mind, separated.
All felt lost.
Then

as suddenly as I slipped into this dark despair
I saw your face.
When my own leg became a stranger
you became familiar
your grace ignited a fire
which lit up the room with a light
so blinding I needed to adjust
and when the darkness fought back,
your light retaliated ten-fold.

but you never knew,
and you still don’t.
That you’ve saved me in my darkest days
and made me commit to fight the darkness,
should it ever think of returning.

With Certainty

With Certainty

I would say you’re finally mine,
but I am not quite sure.

I would make mountains go down on their knees
and oceans rise up into clouds
then part like the seas.
I would say you’re finally mine,
but I am not quite sure.

I would go to the depths of hell,
drag out the devil himself,
and make him obey until he returned from whence he fell
I would say you’re finally mine,
but I am not quite sure.

I would carry the sun on my back for miles
if only to give you the sight of its rise and set
and be happy despite all my trials.
I would say you’re finally mine,
but I am not quite sure.

I will, however, say that I am yours,
and of that, I am quite certain.

When I see you

When I see you

my heart sprouts wings and flies
the ends of my lips run from each other like madmen
and my thoughts ride the high
when I see you
my angel, M

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