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 Jan 2021
Keyana Brown
God is now the artist
I surrenderd
my paint brush
to him.

I will
no longer
let society
the media
or even myself
paint an image
that is impossible
for me to be

I'm not my scars
I'm not my torso
I'm not my face
I'm not my thighs
      I'm not even my race


For I am only his muse
and not ours.
Go to the mirror and tell yourself you are wonderfully made.
 Dec 2020
Keyana Brown
~It's tough to say that
I am afraid of the future
many souls want to leave
out their lovely homes
cold, empty, and spacious.


~It's people like me
who hide behind
the blankets that's
oderous even after
sobbing and
contemplating.


~After a while
I sit back
and don't relax
as my brain
tries to drain
out every sorrow
that I have where
my leaky eyes
can drown itself.


~My grandmother's soul
decided to find a new home
somewhere spacious and lively
patiencently she waits for the
right time and place
before her soul left she never
let time rush her life or her
way of telling people how
to be patient saved her.


~Her soul is not sorry
for her dissapearence
but she is grateful
for how long she spent
with the patiences she had
after many years.


~Yesterday as I
hid under my blanket of misery
I felt so ungracious
for being impatient
with her soul leaving
her home, her family, and life
all behind when in reality
the soul just wanted to
start a new journey.
~
This poem goes to my grandma, Jonnie Mae.
Rest well my beautiful and patience soul.
 Nov 2020
Austin D Woodruff
All hope was lost when I was alone,
I cried a prayer that reached the throne.

Addicted to tears shaped like the cross,
I wept aloud and found that which I lost.

Like a baby without a breast
I was hungry and starved, I needed to rest.

Weak without food I could barely see,
that The King had prepared a feast right before me.

Bestowed a place at his table,
I found grace that was fatal.

"Eat and drink and be joyful,
by faith my hope is bountiful."

When Jesus made me cry,
I knew, that for me he had to die.

By grace, through faith we are saved,
by the blood that Jesus has paid.

Completely God and completely man,
this Jesus was killed by human hand.

A sacrifice he was,
Jesus loves you, just because.

Resurrected from the dead,
Jesus is alive, no matter what is said.

Living and strong,
Jesus is with you, all your life long.

Jesus is building his house so big,
he wants you to come and see his Kingdom gig ;)

You are loved.
You are blessed.

In the Kings righteousness,
you are dressed.
Copyright 2020 coup de grace by Austin Woodruff

coup de grace (n.)
"a single blow or stroke, dispatching one condemned or mortally wounded to put an end to misery," 1690s, from French coup de grce, literally "stroke of grace;" the merciful death-blow that ends another's suffering. (Etymonline; Online Etymology Dictionary)
 Oct 2020
Keyana Brown
I was made to be
a conqueror
in a world that's
imperfect
I was made to
love
I was made to
have patience

God sent me
to love
and to be patient
on obstacles that
held me back
for I'm reminded
that I'm not alone
and im still alive.
05022020

I was standing in the middle of worship
People were worshipping God
And everyone was singing.
There’re pairs but they don’t have any relationship
One sings beside the other, one sings alone.

There were two different hymns
Or everyone was just voicing their hearts out
I ain’t a singer and yet I heard my voice good.
And together with others,
The first song I was singing was a heavy song
I was about to kneel,
I was bowing my head.

And there I recognized that many songs are being sung.
I heard someone said from the back,
“Kelan ba papalitan yung kanta?”
I recognized what has been said
But I can't control the words coming from my mouth,
And from the bottom of my heart,
It just felt so natural --
It felt so relieving.

Both of my hands started grasping a railing
As I continued in the spirit of worship.
And then the song changed to an upbeat one
And then to “Hosanna.”

While everyone was singing “Hosanna”
Someone has changed in the atmosphere.
I saw my body gliding and others too
People started coming while I was singing with others.

Some remained walking towards us --
Seeing but they’re only looking at us
But I never heard and seen anyone of them singing.
I was even shocked with myself
Because I was dancing like I was a good dancer
Those who sing also do their dancing
As if we were leading everyone else
But it seems they have another place to go with.

I recognized that they were walking
While I was flying with others.
Then I saw a man who’s also dancing and singing
And he was very good at it
We continued guiding those who are walking.

Then, the scene turned out to be an LRT station
But there was no means of transportation
I saw people strolling beside a platform
On my right side
And they’re somehow stuck
But I saw no reaction from them.

And there was a stair going upwards
It's like in the form of an escalator
I was holding the railing and it was steady
But the steps seemed to be invisible
All I know was: it’s a staircase.

Then I saw the man singing and dancing earlier
Telling the people to raise their hands
And they turned to look like zombies
They were obeying and copying what was instructed to them
And we were all giving them examples
As we do the “arms forward” thing.

Then I heard someone said,
“There’s something wrong,”
And he was pertaining to those people in the platform
They were about to chase a woman
And he pointed her out
And then the dream ended —
The dream ended and as I opened up my eyes,
I found my heartbeat too fast.
 Apr 2020
Keyana Brown
I am so afraid
of getting hurt,
by the people I trust
which can be the worst.

I am so afraid of
being lured into the culture,
it's eating and striping me
like a vulture.

I am mostly afraid
of being...
Betrayed
Played
Abused
Used

But these fears
are uncompared to
what I have in God.

I fear God
because of his power
I fear God
because he's a mighty tower
I fear God
because he's here to protect
I fear God
because of that,
I vow to give him respect

I fear God
because he saved me
from the shadows of death
and I owe him all my love
for he is the best.
The true meaning of how to fear God versus what some non-believers do when they fear God.
 Mar 2020
Cynthia Jean
Haiku

Only a Creator
Can hang the stars
And spin the  planets.

Cynthia Jean
Copyright
March 21, 2020
Happy spring!
 Feb 2020
Alyssa Underwood
When all of worldly beauty's lost
When form and face have borne the cost
Of life's sojourn upon this earth
A greater glory then springs forth

When vanity is cast aside
With long-dashed dreams and fallen pride
At last a better hope I see
One anchored in eternity

When no one gives a second glance
Or offers promise of romance
I know the One whose love is true
Who looks beyond what most men do

When wit and charm have fled from thought
And company's no longer sought
There's still One friend who longs to hear
My every word, desire and fear

When awkwardness is more the rule
Than competence and being cool
His words I hear so gently spoken,
"Come, poor in spirit and all who are broken."

When those around me criticize
With disapproval in their eyes
He spreads His arms with full embrace
And wears acceptance on His face

When kindred spirit can't be found
And understanding's wayward bound
The One who knows me best will be
Thinking precious thoughts toward me

When foot is slipping, mind astray
From trying to fix things my own way
He rescues me with hourly grace
And sets me in a spacious place

When economic tailwinds stall
While monetary riches fall
He calibrates my heart's due trust
Toward treasure that can't rot or rust

When all my naught attempts at fame
Lie crushed beneath a weight of shame
I seek the fame of Him instead
Who calls my name and lifts my head

When youth and vigor fade away
And triumph seems an ancient day
My strength can rest in One who brings
Fresh power to soar on eagle's wings

When my last breath some day I take
Death's shadowed crossing, hence, to make
Upon Christ's nail-scarred feet I'll fall
To kiss that One who is my ALL
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"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."
~ 2 Corinthians 4:16-18

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 Feb 2020
Robert Blankenship
Living on earth
I am dying
Through my dying
I shall live

RLB
1 Corinthians 2:9
Eye has not seen ear has not heard neither has entered into the hearts of men the things God has prepared for those who love him.
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