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 Aug 2015
Amanda In Scarlet
The first time we make love
I will die.
Do not be afraid.
It is a death borne of joy.

I move into the future
And feel the press of your skin,
Hear your urgent moans,
A heartbeat before you enter me
And I expire.

I cease to exist, and am reborn in you,
A child of us,
Birthed into a new space,
Welcome, welcome, welcome home.
A true woman of God is the greatest gift from Christ to us men.
She is blessing to everybody that has a encounter with them.
She is a Jewel, a diamond in the works, more valuable then money.
More precious then any Jewels that you shall ever come into contact with.
With her, you are more blessed then Solomon, whom was King.
She was created an Helper to the blessed man that she becomes his wife.
So accept her for whom she is a very valuable Gift from Jesus.
Whatever you do it is wise to never hurt your Precious Jewel, she shall shine drawing many to her.
For she has Christ Spirit within her guiding her through life.
In reality she is drawing them all to her Savior the Living Christ
Eventually comes a time when you  become too tired to fight God.
This is when your world will start to change laying down your will.
To pick his will for your life up, then you shall realize the truth.
That his will for you has always been much better for you then yours.
So then you become full of pure Joy wanting to proclaim it to the world.
Wanting to let people know the truth that God love is so much greater.
Then you ever realize before, he is not being a bully but instead a Loving Creator.
All of those times he wanted you to lay down your will to pick up his.






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 Aug 2015
Helen
you don't understand how long some people have been here
you don't understand the changes we've seen
you don't understand how much we've longed for the people to
be who they be
you don't understand how it breaks our hearts
to see such infighting
bought to our world from other pages
used to back biting
you don't understand, for us
that have believed from the start
that Hello Poetry was once a place
where we always laid our heart
we gave over our life to this place
we endured every change
when you see something different here
know we have suffered more than this strange
once upon a time
in an awesome time and place
when people googled

Poetry
they found this space
they found inspiration
they found laughter that never ends
they found confidantes and a place
to plant
a never ending garden of friends
So if you're from another site
drawn here by the skin of tooth
sit a while in our midnight garden
and I'll speak to you a truth

Hello Poetry has been my best friend
for over 5 years, and all the friends
I've found on here, they've danced beneath my laugh, and held onto me so tight
that if I ever fall so wrong, they'll make
it all right


And that's the saddest thing
about Hello Poetry today...
is that most don't try
to make true friends
really real friends
or interact with them
in any meaningful way
Honestly, in over 5 years I've seen it all, every single change, the arguments, the kisses, the makeups, the losses and the successes... what I really hate to see is the pettiness, the juvenile and puerile ugliness that escapes from another shore, only to find themselves washed upon our beach.... Sorry, we roast such sorry carcasses, then we eat!

26/08/2015 - I am truly stoked to see this as the Daily and humbled but so very proud by the comments and sharing of my heartfelt desire for you all to see HP as I do.... Home. Thank you everyone :)
 Aug 2015
Mysterious Aries
Can you blame me for viewing life gloomily sometimes...
As dim as night or even darker...
Whenever I go beyond unreached, I saw strangers within me...
They knows a lot well... They often brought me to the farthest end...
Religion give us hope... But for them there is no hope at all...
For them we are only God's toys...

They knows every fate of human... Death...
That the blade of the father of time was always in our neck...
That every day we became closer to our unhappy ending...
They were so strong...

They began as my sidekick...
When I started counting 1 2 3... Learning ABC's...
I even taught they were a gift... My guardians...
But as time goes by... Their motive was unleashed...
To ruin life... To ate and destroyed mind...

There was a time that i never know me anymore...
They possessed me so much that I can't even control myself...
It's like a beast was unraveled within me...
Their passion was to get into one's head...
To play mind games with it... To turn white to gray...
Beautiful days into rainy... Love to hatred...

My body fell numb suddenly... Here they comes...
They really did exist... My head will be at war yet again...
On what I feared most... My sudden METAMORPHOSIS...



Mysterious Aries
My Schizophrenia Poem #2
 Aug 2015
anu
Your dragging eyes tells me
That you are an angel
Not only your looks tells me
That but also your love and Kindness

As your name suggest you deserve to be an angel
For everyone there will be a protecting angel
I think your writes are your protecting angel
One of your writes makes me to write about my angel
Aka, sometimes we hate ourselves. I know what forces one to feel like that but I tell you that God loves you like anything and myself too. Loveeeee uuuuu…. Keep smiling aka..
This is for my angel ELSA(aka)..
 Aug 2015
DM
Love,
I confess, you are,
heavenly looking,
baby face, by universe.

Words drifting, over your,
lips, saying, i love you.
soften my flesh,
melted, my blood.
like, thawing, icy rocks.

Gentle, slushy, is your,
soul, how adorable,
angelic, shivering me.

O love.
There is no wrong to be as sentimental. It so nature.
 Aug 2015
Amber MacWilson
Mona Lisa, of Louvre,
in simplest words,
an angelic, of beauty.
Her enigmatic smiles,
so mystical, like
bewitching, yet heavenly
as I and you,
felt her, so alive,
left a mystery of,
unrevealed,
Da Vinci's Perfections.
"The painter has the universe in his mind and hands"
- Leonardo Da Vinci (1452-1519)
 Aug 2015
Maggie Emmett
When we are making love -
mouth, breast, chest and sweat
genitals joined in circles and loops
of whole bodies - curlicues

coming together, joining
land edge and sea rush
tidal, our vast ocean.

After, we drift away in our minds
our flesh still held hostage
still, our bodies linger close

until the whole earth is silent
and we quietly release each other
becoming two selves, flat on the sheet

skin, side by side beating with heat
sharp and tingling
with the taste of salt.
We are all made of water...
We whom belong to Jesus the Christ our Living God.
Need to pray to Jesus to breathe life into this site again.
For him to get all of the glory for saving this here site.
Thus revealing to all that visit this here site shall know.
That he is not a myth, but the real deal the true God.
So please start praying for there to be life breathe into this.
 Aug 2015
Mysterious Aries
Since I cannot cure my schizophrenia
I decided to end my owned dilemma
I looked for a rope to hang my head
But split in two, that old rope left me undead

But that was not enough to stop my will
In our kitchen, a shining blade
But I pause for awhile for the reason
That I might pass out undead

So I then looked for a key
To open the cabinet
Unsealed the gun that was strictly kept
To put into my head that one tiny bullet
Just one shot and for sure I’ll be lucky dead
I pulled the trigger it didn’t clicked

Then I realized I've never done any
I’m stocked in my lonely room
Chatting with nymphs, those god’s so holy
Then I began to chill while facing demon and ghost so scary

My world was full with delusions
I can fight no more this emotion
Since they cannot cure my schizophrenia
How I wished to end my owned dilemma

But how can I?
They don’t want me to
I was incarcerated in this empty room
No rope to hang this head
No blade to slash my pulse
No gun to point in my head...

written: July 01, 2014
Mysterious Aries
My Schizophrenia Poem #1
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