I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

Spiraling
                down
                          a pit
                                  of anxiety.

                     When suddenly


                          A

                          f

    ­                      r

                          e

           ­               e

                          f

                  ­        a

                          l

                         ­ l

                    headfirst
                    short
                    sharp
            ­        burst.

                          And then

P     r     o     c     r   a    s    tination
spilled         un   e   ve       nly

           on a tiled bathroom floor.

You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.

I would even **** spiders for you

If you look carefully you will see
There is love inside of you and me
Unspoken words, and late night hugs
The gentle touch of my hand after “snug as a bug.”
Mother and daughter, Quite the pair
I help you get dressed and comb your hair.
You smile and kiss me when I am feeling sad
One simple gesture chases away all the bad
Those nightmares that wake you are merely just dreams
Yet I’ll be here waiting any time that you need
To say you are my everything is just not enough
You are my soul, my sunshine and my most treasured love
In the years to come we will have many adventures
But my most favourite one
Is one you cant possibly remember
They held you up and I counted your toes
I kissed your cheeks and your soft little nose
A daughter was born and a mother created
The most precious of days to be celebrated
Happy birthday to my little girl
To others a child, to me the WORLD

You are Beautiful, Handsome , Wonderfully Made By Our Creator.

He Loves You, More than any of Us could ever imagine, ever imagine.

He Loves You and I that much that He stretch out His Arms on the Cross.

I Love You too, Because Christ Loves You and Call Us to Love One another.

In the very same way that He has Loved Us first, so I Love You too.

We were Called to Bless One another with each other as well My Friend.

So I am asking God to Bless each of You right Now with an Blessing.

That Only He knows that it shall really touch Your Heart and Mind,

God Bless Each of You in a Supernatural way today and always.

If you want to get to know Jesus...here's a start:
Look around at reality and observe his art.

Choosing blue for the sky,
shows he's a pretty cool guy.

Making clouds that are puffy,
shows his love for what's fluffy.

Spreading an ocean so wide,
shows his generous side.

Causing trees to dance in the breeze,
shows his nature to please.

Inventing animals so vast,
shows when creating them, he had a blast.

Coming up with every personality,
shows his endless originality.

Please don't stop with this brief poem.
Observe for yourself and get to know him!

tiny houses
big dreams
best friends forever
we promised it all.

                                  ^^          ^^^
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wwwwww­wwwwwwwwwwww
                                                    ­                                 tiny houses
                                                                ­                     again.

                                                         ­                            do you still
                                                                ­                     remember them?
                                                           ­   d r e a m s    which we
                                                              ­                      talked about a long
                                                            ­                        time ago.

                                                           ­                          tiny houses
                                                          ­                           big dreams
                                                          ­                           best friends forever.

                                                       ­                         but hey,
                                                                ­                 you know what          
                                                                ­              we made it all.

                                                           ­           we did
                                                             ­          o n c e  in our tiny heads.