Muddy waters
Run deep
I should of known
You were
Just a creep
Crept out of
The woodwork
Like a cockroach
On a food search
Off my heart
Off the cuff
On my sleeve
A cover up
A cover up
Of a name
Gone corrupt
So corrupt
Now my arms
A prosthetic
Pathetic, maybe
I once thought so too
I'm the meaness in every child
Not soft nor am I mild
I'm that sneer in every man's grin
Some people call me Mr. Sin
I suck on the mind of the weak
Till he becomes to blind to speak
I'm the cause of filthy desires
Some people call me the King of Liars
I'm the beginning of all that will end
I know all but yet have not one friend
I was concieved not in love but hatin'
Some people call me Saten
Faith Frank 2013
I'm stranded
I'm drowning
Stuck in an abyss
My heart
Was not guarded
Cupid can miss
Maybe that's why
Our love is a battflield
I'm unthoughtful
I'm an idiot
Stuck in and on stupid
My mind
Was wide open and
Let rude people visit
Maybe that's why
Our love is a battlefield
I'm realistic
I'm brutal
Stuck in one kind of Hell
I'm burning
With fever and
No one can tell
Maybe that's why
Maybe that's why
Faith Frank 2013
I wait for you
With one eye open
Peeking with anticipation
My stomach flutters
My chest is pounding
With my proclamation
Two senses synced
Two hands linked
Two eyes gaze
To spirits blaze
One chance
Once and a while
One night
Just changed it all
Two words
Carved in wood
Too not hurt
Because you could
Two, Two of a kind
Two lives that bind
One in a million
Once upon a time
One to ten
It will only climb
One pen
Faith Frank 2013
I hear the words
But I don't believe them
I see the actions
And they scare me
There is no life....
Quite like mine
These winding stairs
That I must travel
I see right through
This cracked mirror
The face I see
Is not quite mine
This storm of ice
Throws knives
Upon me
The wall around me saves my soul
The wounds I wear
Are not quite mine
The resolution
The lessons shaped me
The smiles that greet me
The eyes that meet mine
This life
This life
It must be mine
Faith Frank 2013
The page of life
Needs turned
Sometimes I think
The entire book needs burned
Marred by stains of every sort
Making this life bleed with distort
A novel
An epic
A tale
A story
A mound of words
Used to explore me
Chapter by chapter
Logging each secret
The ups and downs
Triumphs and regret
At times I repeat it
Waiting for the reaper
To come here
And reap it
I'm at some sort of intersection
Offended somehow my own reflection
An autobiography
Of a sorted life
An autobiography
Of a sorta me
Faith Frank. 2013
When a flower dies
It cries for no more water
When an animal dies
It cries for no more shelter
And when a man dies
He cries for not one woman
And when a man dies
He cries for not one dollar
When a man dies
He cries for no more sanity
Life goes on
Creating more
Than it can ever feed
The eons pass
Boring more
Than it will ever need
But the future
Is forever
And that gives us time
To decide
To abide
To make up
Our unfulfilled minds
I reached endlessly upward
And grabbed the heaven
Brought it down
From the sky
And gave a little piece
To every person living
I spread the heaven
On
In
And through-out
The land
Grew grass
Trees
And people
On the lifeless white sand
Faith Frank. 2013
