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Casey Thomas McClain

Day and night, I try to fight the great fight, my lone attempts are always failing, can only reach success through the King of kings, because of Him my heart now sings. The war is won, because The Father sent His Son. Now I don’t live in fear, because of Christ always being here. I surrender all to The Holy One and I’m sealed with The Spirit. This won’t ever be undone. The Rock is stable and the firm foundation makes me able to survive the storm and not get lost. Jesus Christ paid the cost of my own sin, and because of this, over death we win. The deceptive one has been beat, but he still spreads his deceit but I’m on my feet and not at all will I be discreet about the love of God. T’would be too odd, after all that God has done for me and my family, so The Son of Man has a battle plan and a better view of the battlefield. So to Him I yield everything. Thank You Lord for the love You bring… 🙏🏻

I know, it's a little cheesy but it's honest and was rattling around in my brain so much I had to write it out or my head would explode. I have OCD among other things and thoughts loop around in a cycle but writing it out helps.

#christianity #jesus #christ #thankfulness #faith #love #hope #casey #mcclain

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Casey Thomas McClain

Open Eyes

Sometimes when you open your eyes the widest, is when they are squeezed shut the tightest.

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Casey Thomas McClain

No longer hear voices

I used to hear voices, of this I'm not proud
Often while thinking, I'm "thinking" out loud
I mutter sometimes and don't really know why...
Some think when I mutter, I talk to myself.
But I no longer talk to "myself"
Just "me" and "I."

😬 Yeah, I know. For some reason my brain starts going in that silly cadence, or meter, like whatever that is, what, iambic pentameter is like, penta- meter, so penta is five (I should formally study poetry, this is shameful) and I need to look up what iambic means... but I always think it sounds stupid and part way in I always seem to get wonky with syllables... yo, I love the way the word "monosyllabic" sounds and looks... just neat... (yeah, no need to convince me I'm odd) but I seriously need to educate myself on the structure of poetry. So, I am aware of that screwy syllable rhythm shift... I'm similar with music. Can play a few instruments. Can't read a lick of music. (Or play the instruments very well. But it's fun, and that's what I enjoy about it. 😉)

#hallucinations #schizoaffective #disorder #healed

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Imran Islam

I Long For The Days

To fall in love— is it right or wrong?
When it compels me to feel so young.

Memories of love aren’t light to bear,
They often make me laugh and tear!

I held someone’s hand to walk so long,
She pushed me away and left me alone!

I cannot forget her company and care;
I long for the days we once did share!

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Unpolished Ink

Carte de Visite

Postcard memories,
a sky too blue
and a sea too green,
shown in brighter colours
than they ever could have been

#memory

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betterdays

prior-mordial

the
slow drip
of accumulated
moisture,
sliding
from
leaf to leaf
accentuated
by clear
bell-like bird
calls

myriad
shades of
green
and brown,
glistening
in sharp
shafts
of smoking sunshine,
that shifts at
each
wind's gust

far from the sidewalk
and
rat race running
we immerse ourselves
in primitivea
trekking
along tracks
seeking nothing more
than
the next step
the next vista,
revelling in our
cavemanesque
selves

We
unwind,
leaving
ribbons of
stress to
flutter
behind us
before
they
disappear
into mist
and then
become
zephyr
breeze
breaths
Each step
lighter
unburdened
we become more
fae and less
humane...
Working
not for the
daily bread
or even
the
eating
of it
But we come
for the
presence of the green
the prior
in ourselves.
the interaction
Simple cell
recalling
simple cell
and sighing
in relief
at finding
friend.

So wr
as our
collection
of priors
find places
mordial
and gather
to worship
To release
The inner
covers
of civility
and stand
in the grace
of the green