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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
861 · Jan 2017
Beauty Behold
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
470 · Oct 2016
Heart of An Adventurer
The heart of an adventurer
Is a heart that never dies
A heart that reaches the end-
But still, for more, it cries.

The heart of an adventurer
Is a heart that always longs for more
A heart that ends up at the end of the hallway
But is still looking for another door

The heart of an adventurer
Is a heart that refuses to sink
A heart that ends up at rock bottom
But still the surface it seeks


The heart of an adventurer
Is a heart full of wonder
A heart that stands in the midst of a snow storm
But somehow- still creates thunder

The heart of an adventurer
Could be the heart of you and me
A heart that has the full picture
But still thinks there's more to see

b.m.
462 · Nov 2016
undefined
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
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
379 · Nov 2016
shimmer of d.a.r.k.n.e.s.s.
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
353 · Oct 2016
- ¿? E T E R N I T Y ?¿ -
Yesterday
Ressillance
Today
Brilliance
Tomorrow
Unknown
Eternity
Unshown

b.m
319 · Oct 2016
Once upon a dream
Once Upon A Dream
Once upon a time-
A dream hoped to come true-
The Cinderella story,
You hoped would happen to you
The ringing of the bells-
Where everything would change.
The cry of your heart-
Would bring a fairy of no name.
The flick of a wand-
That would change your situation
A pumpkin and a carriage,
To change your destination.
But your life is not a fairy-tale-
A happy ever after waiting to come true.
Your life is not a story book-
Your life is written by you.
So Flick your own wand
To change your own destination.
Take the story of a fairy-tale-
And make it your own demonstration.
So Write your own fairy tail
Dream your own dream
Make your reality
Better than what it seems

b.m.
Darkness.
An empty void.
Configurating powers of nothingness-
A place where no light exist,
No eye can see,
And no heart should go.
Shimmer.
In the distance-
Shimmer. Shimmer. Shimmer.
A sense of hope shimmering
A thing you can see-but can't touch
False hope- mocking
And shimmering
Light
Empty of voids
Configurating patterns of everything
Explosions of life
A place where all hope exist-
Where every eye can see,
And every heart should go

b.m.
288 · Oct 2016
One D A Y
One day I may be great
Known around the world
With my literacy and my works
With my arranges of words
I may be known for what I think
What I write And what I say
One day I may be great
Just one day I may

b.m.
283 · Oct 2016
Word . Gaze
I love
The way it
Looks
When a pen
Touches
A page
Screeching words
Back
and
Fourth
Set Upon A gage

b.m
258 · Oct 2016
Extremity
Extremity at it’s finest
Are when your dreams
Are soon to die
As a bird stuck on a branch
Because it's too afraid to fly

Resilience at its weakest
Are when your dreams
Are put on hold
Elasticity becoming nonexistent
Because of your heart
Drawn to cold

Perfection at its furthest
Are when your dreams
have gone away
Nothing to perfect
Because perfection
Is no longer just a delay

b.m.
248 · Oct 2016
I. Am. A. Writer.
I sit as I drag my pin across the page,
Dreaming in my heart of all the things to say,
The places I could go-
The things I could be
As a writer,all the possibilities
I could travel to the east,
Or all the way to the  west,
I could gaze upon the mountains,
Or watch the sun set.
I could go to the moon
Or fall upon the stars
Your imagination never goes to far.
No distance is too far-
No land is too wide,
For a writer to reveal the dreams that rest inside

b.m.
246 · Oct 2016
I believed a L I E
I believed a lie
I believed it till that day
The lie that you'd come back
The lie that you would stay

I believed a lie
The lie that you loved me
I believed a lie
The lie that you where finally free

I believed a lie
The lie that you really changed
I believed the lie
The lie that you really weren't the same

I believed a lie
But now I know what's true
I believed a lie
I believed in you

b.m.
this goes out to my birthmom. i love her and have forgiven her but at one point in my life and i was angry at her. this poem shows that even though i have forgiven her as jesus has taught me to, i do not know when ill trust her again

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