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Here
Here is where you sat
Right upon my lap

I remember those days
When I would curl my arms around you
and you would look up and smile

I remember those days when you mumbled
"I believe in you."
And you would hold my hand

Your tiny little fingers would curl around my pinky
I would feed you hope
love

I would show you determination
commitment

And then I was deceived
I could no longer believe

You were my reason to live
But I let you go

You were my dreams
No, you were not a baby
You were a dream

Of hope
of faith
and of love.
Just saving this one for a subject to make later
  Sep 2014 Elizabeth Deimel-Locke
Riot
i'm the girl who tares herself apart
because she tries to find something she's missing

i'm the girl who is scared of her own mind
because i don't know how to control it

i'm the girl who used to cry herself to sleep
because i didn't know how to be "good enough"

i'm the girl who has a secret that will change everything

i'm the girl who gets stronger every fall

i'm the girl who makes jokes about things i really don't think are funny

i'm the girl who doesn't know what love feels like
but can give it to whoever needs it

i'm the girl who's more than an age

i'm more then what you think of me
She looks so nice
Nobody hears her cries at night
And her beautiful voice-
Is her only choice
What's going on at home,
Nobody knows
Nobody sees
But honestly,
I can see
Cause that used to be me
(That used to be me)
Her problems, her trials
She makes them so small
A true follower if Christ...
And I saw her in the paper
Nobody heard the cries
Under all her ties
Confidence, she shows
A true follower of a Christ
Her heart:
Breaking
Hurting
Crying
She keeps it to herself
No one seems to see
And at every cry, came a sigh
Heaven watchin' over her
Can't seem to find
My mind,
Must be in a bind
Saw her in the paper,
She's gone
Father finally killed her,
Filled her withies
And we hear the sighs,
We hear her sighs.

(Written around May 2011)
Every day I'm beat, but I still won't cheat
Every day I'm hurt, but I still don't flirt
All the time I cry, but I still won't buy
Into your lies
It's the new thing we try.
"Here's some crack, I promise you'll get yourself back."
Broken and bruised
The drugs I have used
I can tell you're amused
I am a prize,
You fill me with lies
And wrap me in ties
Mock my large size,
Then show me the guys
You say I am
Not of worth
But I have had a re-birth
You cannot deceive
Because Jesus I have received
You have no power
For I am God's flower
You cannot steal, or make me a deal
Because every day He has provided my meal
No matter what you have said, He is my daily bread
You think you've won,
but God is number one
You think I am done,
But I am God's son
To Him,
I am worth a ton.

— The End —