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jessica-17
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Indonesian If you need a friend, I always be there for you. Just close your eyes, and think of me. Then I'll be on your side. / / —-██—— Put this on / —-██—— your profile / ██████—if you’re not / -—██—— embarrassed / —-██—— to tell others / —-██—— that you / —-██—— believe in God
Our world isn't what it looks like The world isn't like a beautiful field of flowers The fascinate sky and and conjure wind flowing through But we didn't know what's dangerous hidden inside all wonders Life isn't as happy as we thought Our world full of sin and humanity lie Destroying all the beauty of life That's the reality I've seen so far World is a battlefield We are in our war with the devils Our choice changes our fates We must win our fight so we can get a happy eternal life We don't own this world This is not our home This is just a beginning of our journey Be critical so we can succeed Stand up for yourself, that's what you need ****** no one, ****** your God God knows everything so we must believe Him Let's go winning this battle Our World, Is Our Battlefield
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
Our World, Our Battlefield
Love fades Tears turns to blood That won't stop dripping from eyes Buried soul, heart, and life Break the bodies Lock the way out Which can't be open anymore Swimming to the depth Travel to the unknown Walking without body, without soul Memories....... That's all what left Never been able to find the keys To unlock the door Trapped in this world Full of pain and misery Forever Until that moment When I wake up and realize that's only a dream Now I'm wide awake Free from my haunting nightmares
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Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 6:48 AM UTC
Haunting Nightmares
Sick of Crying Tired of trying Yeah I'm smiling But inside I'm dying
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Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 9:20 AM UTC
Dying
I don't know about tomorrow; I just live from day to day I don't borrow from it sunshine For its skies may turn to grey I don't worry o'er the future For I know what Jesus said And today I'll walk beside Him, For He knows what lies ahead Every step is getting brighter As the golden stairs I climb; Every burden's getting lighter, Every could is silver-lined There the sun is always shining, There no tear will dim the eye; At the ending of the rainbow Where the mountains touch the sky I don't know about tomorrow It may bring me poverty But the one who feeds the sparrow, Is the one who stands by me And the path that is my portion May be through the flame or flood; But his presence goes before me And I'm covered with His blood Many things about tomorrow I don't seem to understand But I know who holds tomorrow And I know who holds my hand
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Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 9:58 AM UTC
I Don't Know About Tomorrow
The love of God is greater far Than tongue and pen can ever tell It goes beyond the highest star And reaches to the lowest hell The guilty pair, bowed down with care God gave His Son to win His erring child He reconciled And pardoned from his sin When years of time shall pass away And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall, When men, who were refuse to pray On rocks and hills and mountains call God's love so sure, shall still endure All measureless and strong; Redeeming grace to Adam's race- The saint's and angles' song. Could we with ink the ocean fill, And were the skies of parchment made Were every stalk on earth a quill And every man a scribe by trade To write the love of God above, Would drain the ocean dry Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky Love of God, how rich and pure How measureless and strong It shall forevermore endure The saints' and angels' song
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Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 9:43 AM UTC
The Love of God
And now these three remain: ◦ Faith ◦ Hope ◦ And Love. But the greatest of this is Love ♥
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Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 6:54 AM UTC
1 Chorinthians 13 :' 13
We often feel as though God is far away And we often feel that He Is distant when we pray So often we feel lonely, Not knowing where to turn Just a touch from God above, Our longing spirit yearns So many times in our lives, God seems slow to act We cry out in desperation, But it's faith we often lack For God is not being slow In coming to our aid He comes through in His time, We just need to learn to wait The Lord is never distant, He is there by our side And continues to walk with us Through the storms in our lives He always hears our hearts cry And answers all our prayers, He won't leave us all alone, For God is always there.
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Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 9:09 AM UTC
God is Always There
I try to write a poem To let go all of my emotions But, I felt so empty So lifeless No inspiration in my head I put the pen on the paper A blank paper That should be filled By beautiful words that can't be forgotten I just can't imagine One single words That fit in my feelings That will bring that poem to perfection My brains felt so empty My ears can't hear anything from this frustation All the voices suddenly gone Numb..... Filled my soul I just can't let it go I wish I can change the past But I'm afraid to the future Yes, a broken heart mess me up I can't let the pandemonium in my head calmed down Burried by the anger, the frustation Locked deep inside my heart All my inspiration Thought it was dellusion All the nightmares haunted my life All my beautiful thought turns to dust I wish..... We could get back together I promise I will find you, I will safe you From the eternal loss
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Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 10:47 AM UTC
Lifeless
I try to write a poem, but poems are too hard Rhyming is for losers and airy-fairy bards To put a pen to paper and write about your life I've had enough of all of those, they only cause me strife Free-verse script is awful, for fools without a beat Repetition's far too simple just repeat, repeat, REPEAT Those lovey-dovey ode-things, that wishy-washy crap And poems about hatred, you all deserve a slap Spare me all your ramblings, I don't care how you feel Your self-expression surely stinks of mouldy day-old eel To tell a tale of wonder never ceases too be trite To sing of magic wonders is nothing but pure ***** Your metaphors are useless, your imagery is vile Your sense of diction makes me gag, I cannot stand your "style" So save me your quotations, please spare me all your rhyme Shove that poem up your rear and cease to waste my time I look at what I've written, this jumble of clichés Looks like I wrote a ****** poem so I'm the one to blame!
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Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
I Hate Poems
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Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
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