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Your eyes be given to the Great Beholder
His days are your thousand years.
You are but a breath;
But here I am, to stretch out
Every pile of your foundation.
Only by grace, never will you be pit-slipped.

Let darkness be not proud of itself
I have come to bring halt those terrors
Even those rebellious thoughts of yours
All together, they’re leeches to your soul;
I will arise your soul instead,
Only if you let me change your heart.

I never am distant, let me hold your life;
You can breakthrough the dark in defense
I’ll arise with His Light, w/ the Heaven’s army
And we shall meet as my Kingdom come.

Bright is the moon; impure are the stars
But you are ever-special to me
Never had your course be shifted
By the Throne Beholder.

I’ve known you very well,
Truth, I give to You
I am your Blood Donor.
You breathe, “Yahweh”
For I have restored our entity.

Never will I leave my heritage,
Coz you are my heritage,
And inside of you is a living generation.
You are more than my life; you are my life.
*Only, will you allow me be your life?
 May 2015 Charles
J M Surgent
Living for the highs,
And dying with the lows
It's artistic, how it flows
Unconditionally, with time
Everyday a change
Yet uncomfortably the same
Leaving fleeting feelings
Of guilt and love
And the question
"What will tomorrow bring?"
 May 2015 Charles
Rose
Daisy
 May 2015 Charles
Rose
My mind is waging a war
With the old girl next door
She's full of joy and hope
Sunken in quick sand
Too thick to reach out a hand
And grab onto her rope

Life's little beauties
Have the power
To astound me

Life's little horrors
Have the power
To paralyze with anxiety

and
*I'd rather just feel nothing
 May 2015 Charles
IcySky
The girl inside you think is true, is not who she is, but a reflection of you.
She is not perfect, for perfect is so far out of reach.
But the girl she tries to be, is so not to hear you preach.
Trying to make you happy, while all along she’s crying for disappointing you.
She’s nothing but sad, and heartbroken for all she is, is a disappointment.
Your approval is a token, but for her it’s unspoken.
Not wanting to be left out searching all about…
For something she can do, to hear you say “I’m proud of you!”
Awaiting the day she will rise, but not coming, she’s not even close to being the prize.
 May 2015 Charles
Joanna
You do not get the joy of hearing my lips say your name,
You do not get know how I feel inside or that occasionally I'll cry just to feel alright,
You do not get to tell me that I was or am no longer the problem,
You don't.
Because you broke my heart and you do not get to try to pick up the pieces.
© Joanna Mrsich. All rights reserved
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