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 Jan 2015
Kirui Frank Junior
I like this,
Or
Maybe I love it,
"I am bent,not Broken!"
A token of my day
I call it.
A simple phrase I stole from her poem,drove me crazy...
Full light hope
Faith and restoration
Love it like nothing!
The author of such,
A dollar of congrats
You deserve,!
A Great sentence,
"I am bent not Broken"
 Jan 2015
Kirui Frank Junior
How happy I turned.
A percel ,good looking and nice
My name embossed in bold
A surprise!
Nothing inside
But poured blessings
I was,
my day changed.
My day it was definitely
 Jan 2015
Gaby Comprés
i tried,
but now i know
that i
can't save you.
that i
can't make you
believe that you
are brave and
worthy and
lovely and
capable of
so much more.
i can't
make you
believe in my
words
but i can
write them
and i can
love you
and point you
to the Light
and to the Love
that
saved me.
i can't
save you
but i
can jump
and take
a leap of faith
and follow
freedom and
joy and redemption
and only hope
that you
will be brave enough
to follow me.
 Jan 2015
Kataleya
Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.
 Jan 2015
Kirui Frank Junior
My slow paced motion
Make me feel the power of my lotion
Make me hear the rhythms of my strides
Make me think in the poetry pride
And I feel alright
I may be lost
But then I must post
That whoever minds me
Should know I am alright wherever
And sooner trace my foot prints
Because I am bored
In the lone store of boredom.
Kindly search for my soul

— The End —