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It's easy to write about stuff everyone feels
The things a crowd likes to hear
What's hard is writing what isn't popular or 'nice'
Where some might think some restraint would suffice
But it's things that are needed that save the souls
And words go unheeded that don't nourish the bones
Don't tell them what they want to hear
Give them the things they don't often feel
Tell them they're wrong when you can do it with love
Because they just don't hear straight truth enough.
Miah is the girl I was:
And in a way I envy her.
She only felt artificial pain
That the character creator gave her.

Ben is the one who was my friend,
But who showed his true colors later
When I needed him most, he left me alone
As a character, he was barely even hated.

Connor, well, his story's not told
While I'm still reeling from his counterpart's words
I plan to write it soon, and then
I will spare her no allegorical hurt.
This poem basically says how I wrote a story based on people in my life, but the story was much kinder to the main character than real life ever was.  http://www.serialstoryauthor.blogspot.com/ Read the story here.
Pine trees have it right
Just point to God in all things,
Give Him the glory
That's what I was made to do:
Human nature makes it hard.
Bro gave the subject of 'pine trees.'
Life is a segway
If you let God handle it
It balances out.
My other bro told me to write about a segway.
Life is a highway
And I am a passenger
I could ride with you
Or go drive out on own
Wherever my wheels take me.
My bro told me to write about a highway.
Sure, you can take these words and phrases
You can take me wrong
But nothing phases me no more,
I'm stuck inside this song

That whosoever wants me dead,
Well, they can go and try
But I'm held captive by the One
Who holds their very lives.

I stand steadfast, even if I fall
I know He's always with me
So there, there's nothing you can do
That from His love can separate me.
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