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  Sep 2020 WordPlay
Valentine Mbagu
In a world where salvation and restoration  swaps my darkness to light,
there the grace to glory in praise and grace l will embrace.

In a time where invitation and visitation  from above sweeps my groan(*******) to  grace to glory(freedom),
there the grace to glory in salvation and restoration from sin l will embrace.

In a season where manifestation and expectation becomes my hunger and thirst,
there the grace to glory in meditation and supplication l will embrace.

In a period where the gifts and fruits of the Holy Spirit becomes my meal and meat,
there the grace to glory in repentance and independence from sin l will embrace.

In a moment where revelation becomes my feast and vision of heaven my yeast,
there the grace to glory in salvation and ressurection from death l will embrace.

At the throne of grace, there the grace to glory in my salvation and restoration from ******* l will embrace.
At the shone of salvation, there the grace to glory in my happiness and forgiveness from sin l will embrace.
At the stem of restoration, there the grace to glory in my freedom and depletion from sorrow l will embrace.
At the realm of freedom, there the grace to glory in my redemption and petition from shame l will embrace.

In the day when my feet is lifted up above the sky and my eyes groomed in white  robes,
there the grace to glory in salvation and restoration l will embrace.

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  Sep 2020 WordPlay
Meera
He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come
That's how true poetry comes into existence
  Sep 2020 WordPlay
Kaleigh P
Sometimes
I think I was born sad,
Cursed from before
I left
The shelter of my mothers womb
To feel
The ice of the world
Inside my veins,
To feel
Until I want to cry and rage
And cause pain
To feel
Until I stop feeling anything

Other times
I think the lonely girl
Staring back into my crystal soul
Was created,
A pure white dress
Catching the spilt blood of others
Until between the spatter and rivulets
All you see is
Red
     Red
          Red

I learned as a child
That numb is easy,
Simply yield to the razors embrace
Allow it to taste your flesh
And all the of the richer emotions
Fade drop by drop

But the problem
Is so much deeper
Than the beat dancing
Beneath my thumb
Raised mountains
Stand out against
Porcelain skin
Like a spiders web
Old gossamer threads
Cross-crossing with ropes
New enough to weep crimson

No, numb is easy
It's joy
that I can't manage to find
As I stumble through
This dank museum
Are you there happiness?
Do you hide in the smudged
Edge of perfection?
Are you buried beneath
the rainbow of pills?
Will you lay with me
Amidst rumpled sheets?

When I find you happiness
I will hold on so tight
My chuckles blanch white
And nothing will slacken my grip
I will breath you in until I drown,
Suffocate for once in a
Different sort of daze
And hold you close like the eyeless doll
I need to go to sleep
  Sep 2020 WordPlay
idk
do not visit my grave and cry, i am not there
i did not die
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