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 May 6
Thomas
Everyone is born in the court of society,
They judge your mothers crimes and sentence you,
The courts agreed and gave me a life sentence,
Their verdict,
Disabled...

I have served 22 years of my sentence,
With no chance of parole,
These chains of doubt are heavy,
The guards stare deep with judgement,
The walls of my cell block all of the light,
I am never getting out,

Very few visit,
My adopted mother is the only one,
“It’s sunny today, bright and full of possibilities”
She’ll tell me everyday,

Friends are easy or hard to make,
Depending on your sentence,
I don’t really have any,
I accept this fact and assume my fate,

Jobs are given to those with minor offences,
The jocks,
The pretty ones,
Even some of the goth ones too,

When my mother calls,
She sometimes lies,
But it’s enough for me,
I grow a little stronger everyday for her,
To thank her for being the sunshine, through the rain,

So I push through and face the judge,
I used to wear masks to hide my crimes,
But I’m no longer afraid to show them my face,
“I am disabled, but you can’t stop me”

I tore up my biological mothers crimes and I finished school,
I shocked the jury,
But I wasn’t done there,
I attended college and learned how to beat society,

I am a victim of wrongful conviction,
I have fought to reduce my sentence,
But I cannot challenge fate,
But I live amongst the general population,

I am not shackled by doubt any longer,
I may not be able to change my sentence,
But I can apply for destiny and that is free,
It’s a poem
 Dec 2019
Thomas
To be honest,
What is it,
We construct promises,
Built solely on hope and lies,
Just to watch it fall...

Is this what honesty is,
Polite lies,
Created for the ease of every person,

Or to hide intentions,
Hidden behind a vail of promises,
Greed, power, fear, personal gain,

I pray I’m an honest man,
I hope that my Lies have not hurt,
I believe that  I did it to help,
I didn’t mean it to hurt someone,

Politicians can easily be blamed,
We are clean,
While everyone else is not,
No one and everyone is to blame,

I ask,
Are you honest,
Or is that a lie,
What is honesty then,
It’s a poem
 Aug 2019
Thomas
I go to work and I have had a good day so far, I’m on the bus,
Then it happens,
I think to myself,
        -Hopefully work will be the same, I have a lot of stuff to do. I hope I’m  going to make it on time.

I know I will because I knew I would get anxiety from not being on time,
        -I’m going to be late and my boss is going to hate me.

My breathing starts to become shallow,
My stomach starts to clench,
       -I wonder if my boss thinks I’m a failure in his eyes?

My stomach begins to hurt, Yet I continue to think deeper,
       -I hope that my boss won’t fire me as soon as he finds someone better.

I smoke cigarettes to get my mind to fuzz,
       -I wonder if he hates me?

The pain from my stomach becomes excruciating,
      -I think my coworkers think I’m slow.

I try to hide the pain to keep some pride,
      -Why are all the people on the bus sitting at the front, am I scaring them?

My breathing becomes very shallow and I forget to breath,
       -I need to get all of my assignments done soon.

I become angry at myself and I get off the bus,
      -This isn’t my stop, I’m going to late.

My hands are shaking as I am bent over in pain trying to light my cigarette,

One puff,
      -I’m going to be late

Two puffs,
      -I’m going to be late

Three puffs,
      -I’m going to be late

Four puffs,
      Relief
This is just a glance of my daily life
 Aug 2018
Alyssa Underwood
It is out of the heart’s cavernous longing and furious search
for love, significance, acceptance, approval, identity, security,
freedom, belonging, innocence, intimacy and transcendence—
out of its primordial memory of what was lost to us in the Garden—
that we begin to ***** idols for ourselves.

Unconsciously we hope they might restore to us a taste of paradise,
taking away our fear and shame and isolation.
We yearn to go back but, alas, we cannot get in from there.
We ache to connect to beauty, to be desired by it as much as we desire it,
and Jesus is the only door by which we may enter.
He is the Beauty, and all the rest are simply there like pealing bells
to arouse our hearts to Him and tell us that He is coming for us.

Still, as if we haven’t quite yet heard and believed the message, we keep
aimlessly trying to forge a false righteousness through our false gods.
When they are lost or the dreams of them unrealized we are devastated,
for the shadows, echoes and reflections we had supposed would finally
make us feel good about ourselves have been exposed as frauds,
and once again we are left to feel naked but without fig leaves to cover us.

It is at these precise moments, when the bottom of our false hope falls out,
that we are best prepared to encounter Christ in His intimate
fullness and most apt to recognize at last that He alone is
everything we have been so desperately wanting.
It is our boiling point, where the unbearable weight
of failed expectation so crashes in on us that we are finally
begging God to lift our idols off of us and deliver us from them,
pleading with Him to come and capture us,
crying out to Him to possess us fully.
~~~
 Aug 2018
Alyssa Underwood
Might there be a fountain
where souls long dead from thirst
find spirits raised to life in floods abounding free,
so that what once walked as corpse,
night-bound and blind, may see?
Old self exchanged for Treasure,
diving in tastes such rejuvenation
as can't be weighed by mortal measure—
wine unlike our earth-grown fruit whose petals fall,
from this Vine flowers the pleasantness of Love Divine
which bathes in healing waters all
who come as humble newborn with bold **** to dine.
"Jesus answered, 'Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.'"  John 4:13-14

"Then Jesus declared, 'I am the bread of life. He who comes to Me will never go hungry, and he who believes in Me will never be thirsty.'"  John 6:35

"On the last and greatest day of the Feast, Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, 'If anyone is thirsty, let him come to Me and drink. Whoever believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, streams of living water will flow from within him.'"  John 7:37-38

"'I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in Me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from Me you can do nothing.'"  John 15:5

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Structure inspired by a poem from the journal of Jim Elliot
Be happy,
You are alive,
Be happy,
You can read,
Be happy,
You can write,
Be happy,
Life is hope,
Be happy,
You are loved,
Be happy,
You are you,
Be happy,
You add value,
Be happy,
You are important,
Be happy,
You really matter,
Be happy,
You have purpose,
Be happy,
God loves you,
Be happy.
Be happy.
You are hope,
Be happy.
You are life,
Be happy.
You have food,
Be happy,
You have water,
Be happy.
So many reasons to be happy,be happy. Do not take your life for granted because others wish they had what you have.
 Apr 2018
Thomas
Anxiety anxiety,
O my anxiety,

I fear all and fear all of my fears,

Anxiety anxiety
O god my anxiety,

Distractions, distractions,
I try to fill my mind,

Anxiety anxiety,
O god please end the torture,

I’ll want to scream to empty my mind,
But I’m afraid of what  people think of me,
If it would actually help,

Anxiety anxiety,
Why do I think about everything,


Anxiety anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety,
anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety,
anxiety...
It’s a poem
 Apr 2018
Kelly Rose
The moon’s pale light caresses me
My desire wakes by the moon’s glow
Dreaming under the Willow tree
The moon’s pale light caresses me
Passion is ignited and set free
Dark lust leaves me feeling ******
I dream of him in naughty glee
My desire wakes by the moon’s glow

Kelly Rose
© April 8, 2018
 Mar 2018
Thomas
If People are People
If Animals are Animals
If Insects are Insects
If we are the same
If I is We
If Them is Us
If I am Me
If You are You
If I am a People
If You are a People
Then why do we treat other
People
Like Animals
It’s a poem
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