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I am a wall,
A thick, stone wall,
At least a man,
Surrounded by walls.

I built them myself,
I'm sure it would help,
At least a little,
Those amazing walls.

From the outside it looks grey,
Thick colourless stones of pain,
Of no interest, of desolation,
In total isolation.

But inside, oh wow,
I've painted it with amazing colours,
And those very walls who keep people away,
Comfort me in ways indescribable.

The walls are lined with rich tapestry,
The floors of lush carpets and pillows,
The from the ceilings hang lights,
To illuminate a hundred rooms.

And yet, no one...
No one to share the beauty,
The richness of my inner walls,
The walls I made.
 Dec 2017 Graham
Willow-Anne
I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All flowing in the same direction
And just floating along, is me

I've been wading in this water
Letting it carry me any way
Not caring about which direction
And never having any say

After wading all this time though
My legs started growing tired
So finally it was time to choose
Which direction I desired

But the problem with floating along
Was that I never became aware
I wasn't really a part of the waves
I was just sort of...there

What I wanted didn't matter
The waves still moved as one
Whether I moved with or against them
Didn't matter in the long run

Then I thought I better get out
And give myself some time to think
But I couldn't see the shore anymore
And with that, I started to sink

Now I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All still flowing in the same direction
But drowning in it, is me
"I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people that make you feel all alone." Robin Williams <3
Wow, I am so honored that this was chosen for daily poem and that I have received so many friendly comments.
Thank you all for your friendly words and messages, and for your love and support. You have no idea how much it means to me. <3
 Dec 2017 Graham
B P
Hello.
I’m toxic.
you probably don’t want to know me
i hurt everyone I love.

Hello.
I have an eating disorder.
I skip meals.
I don’t love myself.

Hello.
I can’t let people in.
I’m scared of people knowing me.
So i hide away.

Hello.
I’m unconfident.
I need constant assurance.
Am I bothering you?

Hello.
I’m sad most of the time.
I’m not good at being happy.
Sorry I’m always down.

Hello.
How are you?
 Dec 2017 Graham
Skye Fall
Laugh
 Dec 2017 Graham
Skye Fall
Laugh

You made me laugh
and it saved me
today

you made me laugh
so I threw the pills
away

you made me laugh
so I saved the bullet for another
day

you made me laugh
so I loosened the rope til it gave
way

you made me laugh
so I didn't cut the pain
away

you made me laugh
you saved me
today
because you made me

laugh
Laugh, and your day will be brighter,
laugh, and your burden will be lighter.

Laugh, and make it contagious,
laugh, and become courageous.

Laugh, and the pain becomes bearable,
laugh, and anything is wearable.

Laugh, deep down from your belly,
laugh, till your legs turn to jelly.

Laugh, and tell something funny,
laugh, and don't worry about money.

Laugh, and create joy around you,
laugh, and touch if only a few.

Laugh, and create an instant bond,
laugh, and even pygmies will respond.

Laugh, and if you don't remember how,
let me know and I will teach you now.

Laugh, and if you need some inspiration,
laugh, and try anti-frustration.
 Dec 2017 Graham
Lunar
beware when you fall in love
with an artist
be it a painter, a singer, or poet

for the artist will
paint you
with strokes and hues
in shapes of every kind

sing about you
with heartbreak lyrics
and feelings which rhyme

write about you
with the simplest words
and a secret message she wants to say

beware of the artist,
and her love
one wrong move
and you're an artwork in her display
 Dec 2017 Graham
Marcus Acheson
Get in the ring
Wait for the ding
Cause when that bell rings
It ain’t time to sing
It’s time to fight
It don’t matter if he’s double your height
And his jab bites
You ain’t a knight you the king
throws a right hook
But you ain't a rook
This is textbook
Return with the cross
Cause you're the boss
you took round one
but you ain't done
you won't run
this is your moment
you ain't broken
you're just not well spoken

there's that bell ring
you better bring
the best that you can
cause you ain't the rest
this is the test
and if you're the best
then you bring home the belt
cause you won't melt

he's on the ropes
and he hopes
that you make a mistake
but this is a piece of cake

then he throws a combination
that would shock a nation
jab
jab
hook
hook
cross

so know to take a loss
cause you ain't rocky
you were just too cocky
please let me know what you think
 Dec 2017 Graham
SøułSurvivør
~~°♡°~~

He had died upon a cross
Three days laid to rest
Women came unto His tomb
With a vision blessed

As they saw the stone was moved
An angel then appeared
"Why is it you come to seek
A man who is not here?"


They looked into the tomb and saw
The cavity was bare
The shroud was neatly folded
But Jesus wasn't there!

The joy they felt beatific
When Jesus did they see!
They obeyed His next command
To meet at Galilee

In amazement and some fear
The women ran to others
Proclaimed the news Christ was alive
To the waiting brothers!

And two of the disciples
Did walk to Emmaus
To find the Lord amongst them
Though their eyes they could not trust
When they could see, and found it He
Said, "Our hearts burned within us!"

Then Jesus came, good as His name
To folk who were to wait
He showed his scars, the telltale mars
Sat with them and ate!

He led them up to Bethany
Blessed them all around
They were amazed, with His hands raised
He was lifted from the ground!
Can you imagine trumpeting?
Can you hear the sound?
Could there be it's equal?
In glory to be found?
Jesus rose to heaven

The clouds were then His

CROWN



SøułSurvivør
(C) 4/16/2017
I wanted this poem to be Biblically accurate.
Jesus didn't ascend into heaven on the third day, but appeared to thousands of people
before His Ascension!

HAVE A VERY BLESSED
RESURRECTION SUNDAY!

♡ Catherine
 Dec 2017 Graham
Stephan


On silver wings glistening
in June’s final sun
above feathered clouds,
wispy visions floating,
my heart races excitedly,
faster than any wind
rushing outside this small window
for I know below awaits
my promised destiny

Northern destinations,
sit just across the border
along a shoreline of desire
where silent sands
await our footprints,
collected in patterns of love
two at a time
leading to a paradise discovered
within yearning smiles

A year or more has passed,
though it seems only yesterday
when the flower of love bloomed,
scented longings flittering,
written on garden paths leading
to this hour as I unpack,
checking my watch,
constantly glancing towards an
unknowing door

Nervously listening…
every sound in the corridor
becomes an image in my mind,
butterflies gather in
a winged frenzy fluttering
deeply inside of me
as I pace the floor, searching
for the perfect words to say,
poetic or not


When comes a timid knock,
my heart skips a beat
and my pulse runs anxious
I open the door to find a beauty
so pure and mesmerizing
the world around me no longer exists,
replaced by an enchanting melody
I am desperate to sing yet
in this moment I can not speak

I melt into chocolate caramel eyes
as breath escapes me like
ochre and umber leaves falling
to a chilly autumn breeze and
I feel as weak, my knees quiver
as my gaze falls to her rose petal lips
and I can no longer contain myself,
I kiss her, deeply, passionately,
slowly drowning in euphoric bliss

Heaven has found me,
touched me, called me
as my lips caress those of an angel
and I float, deliriously
holding her in my arms
completely lost in the rapture of
realizing that finally
my forever dream
has come true
A poem about one of the best days in my life. At least I have the memories and that is something that can never be taken away from me.
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