does it bother you that they all have poems?
the ones who came before.
if you love me be thankful to them.
they all left a mark.
the ones who wore out my heart the most,
helped it grow strong enough to cherish you.
and when I was with each of them,
every fiber in my body was devoted to holding them,
touching them,
making them laugh.
now those fibers are devoted to you.
and when I was with each of them,
I was complete.
as I now am with you.
and for the rest of my life,
whether we blossom as lovers,
or fade to strangers,
I will always write poems of you.

The floods are violently rising
against the glory
The clouds of adverse winds
blowing war in boom
All hope perishing in perilous
hopelessness

Rising in glory the King of kings
who is mightier than the voice
of many waters
Rebuking the enemies, swallowing them in victory as my soul magnifying Him who is more than sufficient!

The triumphant King rides in victory on the swirling flaming contours of the world gyrating circles.

Praise the triumphant King of glory my soul and forget not not His greatness which tamed and put to rout all adverse winds.

Magnify the immortal God O my soul with all within and without walls of my existence.

Praise Him!
Praise Him in His power!
Praise Him in the praise!

I have decided to forget about my life;with sadness, your existence.
To clear from my mind the time and
the day my eyes discovered
the divine beauty that you expose.
I have decided to remove
of this imprisoned heart
that covets you.
Every fondest of your creation.
Your sensual silhouette, your honey lips, your breath,my love.
Although removing you leaves with in me a sad abyss impossible to fill.

Taken aback
By the receding depths,
Gazing into the shimmering sea.
Wondering,
How far will i go,
Before i fall?

finding people to talk
is not an alternative to my boredom
But in fact, it is a way to escape from your thoughts.
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I feel really empty,
Lonely as I can be,
It's like swimming
the deep sea,
When there's no one
and nothing to see.

I feel really empty,
I feel it so clearly,
The void starts to call
and swallow me,
And leaving me with
so little sanity.

I feel really empty,
How can it be cured,
I want to escape and
break free,
But all I can do is
endure.

I feel really empty,
There is no cure,
The void starts to
consume me,
As I stare at the
room's door.

I feel really empty,
Or is it just me,
The sounds of silence
surrounds me,
Amplifying up my
sensitivity.

I feel really empty,
Empty as I can be,
I've got no words
of glee,
Nor the backing of
company.

I feel really empty,
Really, really empty,
Could this meaning
really be,
That the silence is
really meant for me.

The night I left
I removed my heart
and put it in your chest

Now I wonder sometimes
if you can still feel my love
flooding in your veins