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A toy castle shines with brillance
When you're on the outside looking in
But if you'd take a closer look -
You'd see it's not
True within
While the outside shines with beauty
Fake porcelain and gold
Take a look!
Then you'd see
Fake beauty it beholds
-b.m
i stand as undefined
as the beginning
of my lines
no rules will tell me where
to end
where to start
or where ill begin
society will not label me
tell me when to be capitalized
when i can stand true
undefined by their lies
i will not shift
into who they want me to be
last time i checked
they didn't die for me
as my king
and i refuse to let
a broken society
try to mold and
shape me

-b.m
this poem is called undefined because i wanted to get the point across that soceity can try all the want to to shape me and tell me who i should be but the one who gets to mold me and shape me is my king Jesus that died for me
in the shimmer
of the darkness
one thing will prevail
the light of tomorrow
the hope upon the sails
the light that guides
through the darkest voids
of extremity
the light that once hung
upon the blood stained tree

-b.m
if you can not tell this poem does sound weary and dark but it is really about Jesus and how he is our light
The waves, they toss and turn you
As you are looking for the light
That little house to guide you
Through the darkness of the night

The sea rages in anger
As you rock back and forth
Water coming in to try to drown you
As you search for the peaceful port

But In this sea of destruction
With Chaos drifting with every wave
There is a compass that can guide you
A hope that shines without decay

Hope - the truthful compass
For when you're lost at sea
A light house that will guide you
Out of hopeless exriminty

b.m
when eveything is turning in life jesus will be your hope and you light
If my heart is a compass
How come I'm led astray?
Do I not know how to follow?
Or does my heart know
Not what to say?

If my heart is a compass
Why do I remain lost?
Is my compass broken
To fix is it to much cost?

If my heart is a compass
Why do I not know north?
When I try to get there
Why must I end up at the wrong port?

If my heart is a compass,
It's a cracked one at the least
I'll continue to guide myself
As my heart only leads me
To be lost at sea

b.m
this poem isn't really about Jesus but it does show what my life was like and how i felt before he showed up
I love
The way it
Looks
When a pen
Touches
A page
Screeching words
Back
and
Fourth
Set Upon A gage

b.m
Yesterday
Ressillance
Today
Brilliance
Tomorrow
Unknown
Eternity
Unshown

b.m
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