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 Jun 2015
SøułSurvivør
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(you are here)

we are on a switchback trail
going nowhere? hear this tale
this is a tragic tearful vale
there will be great storms and hail
you may stumble upon shale
but in the end you can prevail

i don't pretend to be a seer
but i won't give you a *** steer
ask any seasoned mountaineer
climbing K2 it's a bear
you need to know
the way that's clear
or you'll be cryin' in your beer

the switchback trail may be slow
you'll be turning to and fro
but to get high you must start low
don't resist! go with the flow!

you have a backpack. yes, it's true
with things that we will all acrue
if you have weights you may be blue
shuffling off the burdened hew
you can find a way that's new!

some will try to climb straight up
they may find a bitter cup
the fall is greater from the top
too fast, the fall will never stop
'til you hit bottom with a plop!

so let us find the narrow way
listen to what i have to say
you will find it if you pray
you'll have valleys come what may
the winds will make you
bend and sway
you may not find the peak today

but when you do... hip hip hooray!


soulsurvivor
(C) 6/22/2015
We all have to find our own way. I found mine in the Lord Jesus Christ.

Please read my post "Salvation Story"
You can go to the search bar on the site and type in "Salvation Story by Soulsurvivor". It will take you right to it. Look, nobody wants to die. Jesus Christ is the way the truth and the LIFE. BELIEVE it.

Read the end of
Matthew 11th chapter

Thanks for reading!

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 Jun 2015
Graff1980
This is the last poem
The month’s end

They lie in the rubble
As I take it all in
Crumbling figurines
Little toy soldiers
Falling
Little rag doll children
Dying

The wind does not whistle
Beautifully
Only mournful sobs
Sound here in this horror show

There is not enough power
In my heart to stop
What so many have started
So I shatter it on purpose
Break each beating ventricle
Into a thousand plus jagged parts

Red with life’s blood
Wet with life’s love
I pass out each piece
Giving as much power as I have
To give
Morbid love I know

Fractured and scattered among the nightmare
A song rings
The saint in me sings
Give it all to them

The bandaged people cringe and crawl
To them I cry
I love you all
 Jun 2015
Diana C
Blood is the colour of innocence- not white.
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Humans
( Devils dressed in drag)
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Two amour's,
One giveth all
Other one's afraid to giveth all
Yet whilst in all this heat
Both art still soo beautifully in love!!

Love works in funny
And mysterious ways...
 Jun 2015
poetessa diabolica
Like Pablo Picasso's
artistically rendered paintings
& Mozart's ultimate
piano concerto perfection
   you utterly moved me,
as Monet's
impressionistic wildflowers
our love grew,
flourishing amidst
poetry's cultivated gardens

*'Til you fashioned
yourself subsequent to
Van Gogh's insanity,
leaving me beside myself
  now, I want to cut off
        more than your ear
Just having a fun little scribble :)
 Jun 2015
Ruzica Matic
I'm going to smile
myself silly
I'm going to jump around
and shake my hands in the air
I'm going to slide
across the floor
in my fuzzy socks
and I'm going to
read Shakespeare
really loudly
and I might just
let my fingertips
make a smiley face
on a foggy window
of a bus leaving
to a new place
and I'm not going to wish
you were here
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
When I looked into the mirror
I saweth how fast life hath passed me by
As now I'm 26
Before I was 5...
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
One was not born
To not showeth love
One chooses
To not giveth their love away

There is a difference....
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
As I play mine old piano keys
That are soo lonesome
As me,
I feel their desire to be touched
As I know
That's the same as me...
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Tis
She was released
From her carcass of a shell
Man letteth her go
From her inquiring hell
She was free'd
From all distant proportion
Now she findeth her self
In remorse and guilt trip
Tis
She was awoken
By truth at her beak
She awoke to the words
I loveth thee
But she is a freebird,
She flyeth by muse!
Dreamers always
Get lost in cartoons..
This isn't for anyone just good writing lol
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
“I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then- whoosh, and I'm gone...and they'll never see anything like it ever again... and they won't be able to forget me- ever.”
I relate with Jim alot lol
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