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 Aug 2017
SøułSurvivør
~~○♢○~~

there was once
a girl unnamed
ever doubted
ever shamed

untamed fire
high & wild
she was a haunted
white-hot child

a wayward waif
she had no guide
no way to hold
her rage inside

"you're a ***** little girl,
watch me as I wreck your world!"

bursting brain
as well as bubble
he brought her
a world of trouble
now unloved
unlovable


charcoal lily
ragged ****
neglected garden
a bad seed
never knowing
her great need

a prickly thistle
tried to hide
all the pain
she held inside

chorus

for years she went on
in this state
unloved, unwise
and reprobate
no turning back
it was too late

wild parties
dating thugs
drinking *****
doing drugs

chorus

But deep inside
the little-girl-lost
a seed of faith
grew at last
she grabbed a hold
and held on fast

then, when things
were at their worst
she began
to hunger ~ thirst!
because her God
had loved
her first!

"I've loved you, child.
I had a plan
long before the world began.

Please do not be sad or blue,
this destiny included YOU

you are SO important
to My story
you will bring Me such great
GLORY!

here below
in heav'n above
I'll show you how much


♡♡ YOU ARE LOVED ♡♡


the woman changed
she was set free

who's the woman?

she is

ME


SøułSurvivør
(C) 8/16/2017
I know I've been gone a while.
My phone has been giving me grief,
and I needed to use it for a telephone
prayer line I have with some friends.
But it's time I got back on site.

If you only KNEW how MUCH God loves you! How much *I* love you! You're in my prayers daily!

I'm going to revise my site a bit.
Only uplifting poetry about God and His creation will be featured here. I love ALL my followers, but i want to dedicate this site to JESUS. Thanks for understanding.

♡ Catherine

P.S. it's 3:10am, so please forgive any typos! Lol!
 Aug 2017
The Dedpoet
Is not in my pen,
Not in these words.
Not in my breath,
Speaking broken verbs.

It not my book
Of lost sorrows,
Or writing audascious
Hopes for lost tomorrows.

It is when I fight
To get out of here,
Lost in the poem
With life oytside so near.

The curse of words
Is that we are there but not,
Writing thé moments
Where present eas forgot.

I take the time
To take the time,
A moment in its pursest
With no reason or rhyme.

Just be.
If I have to explain my poetry
it becomes
another instruction manual
and God knows we have enough
of them already.
just thought and sometimes that goes a long way.
 Jul 2017
phil roberts
Do not dream too loudly
You may awaken your conscience

                                        By Phil Roberts
 Jul 2017
FrozenSmoke
Searching words   just to write ,
catching thoughts   black & white .
Passing by  with speed of  light ,
suddenly  they are out of  sight  .

Wrote some down as they descend ,
in my mind like colors they blend .
Well now there is nothing , nothing to extend ,
cause love is silent and words pretend .

Throwing words , just to rhyme ,
sure  is   ,  hell  of  a  crime .
So thinking of nothing , i played my flute ,
cause words were nothing , but just too brute .
' i m out of words '
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