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 Nov 2013 Der Is
Lorie Laconico
oh what love is it that's so soft
a love that touches my skin so hard
where does this feeling come from?
does it come from the wind?
does it come from nowhere?
does is come from you?
 Nov 2013 Der Is
Lorie Laconico
Tell me the truth so I won't cry
keep my wings up so I'd freely fly
pearl tears are being shed
our laughter's weigh'd down and left
 Nov 2013 Der Is
Amber S
I had chewed up lips and a consciousness that slipped between your fingers and my thin laced skin. I was fifteen, in love with you and pointy objects and the desire to one day feel alive.

Nights were our favorites. You held me high on your shoulders while I spread my arms and screamed. Your fingers pricked my thighs and I could feel your molecules forming with my molecules and when I saw my breath coming in little puffs of cotton ***** in the air all I could think of, Is this what life is?

Sometimes you would run with me on your shoulders and I had to latch on for dear life. My nails in your gold speckled hair, “Don’t you dare close your eyes,” you’d say and I’d cry from the wind, from the adrenaline, from the thought of you ever letting go. Little crystal streams ending nowhere.

But eventually, you did, you dropped me hard and fast and I fell upon the cold frosted grass. No warning, no squeeze of assurance. The wind knocked out of me, tears freshly stained upon acne scarred cheeks. I tried to lift my head to see you, but you were gone. All I had was the tethered swing set, the stars. And this is what life is, I thought. It’s flying until you can’t. Falling until you cannot breathe and then it’s over.
With a thud.
What is our life? The play of passion.
Our mirth? The music of division:
Our mothers’ wombs the tiring-houses be,
Where we are dressed for life’s short comedy.
The earth the stage; Heaven the spectator is,
Who sits and views whosoe’er doth act amiss.
The graves which hide us from the scorching sun
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
Thus playing post we to our latest rest,
And then we die in earnest, not in jest.
 Oct 2013 Der Is
Micah Ziegler
I just want to please my God and my family,
But it's like I'm chained by my sin and my failings.
Every time I do something wrong
Another link in the chain is gone:
Taking away my freedom,
Taking me away from your kingdom.
And soon I am pinned,
Pinned beneath the weight of all my sin.
It is crushing my heart and killing my soul.
And I can't do anything because sin is in control – of me.
Then I cry out “God save me!”
But I falsely think “He can't hear me. He's not even listening.”
But then I see
Him in all of His glory,
He came down to me,
He took off my burden and He set me free.
Now here I am for the world to see.
Now no longer chained by sin,
Now forever longing Him
Because He gave me my freedom
And that's only one thing that He's done – for me.
A prisoner I no longer have to be,
And that's exactly why I want to be
A servant to the King.
I want Him to hold me forever
And never let me go.
I want Him to captivate my heart
And capture my soul.
Because as soon as I escape
I become like an ape.
Not knowing what is best for me,
I run to the first good thing I see.
And that first “good thing”
It's like the first link,
And again it begins chain me.
And when I see, it's already too late for me,
Or at least that's what I think.
But my awesome God is awesome again,
And He will save me over and over 'cause that's what He said He'd do – for me.
And again I go from prisoner of the sin to servant of the King,
And there is no where else that I would rather be
Because while the devil points out all my discrepancies,
God looks past all my sin, all my failings.
In fact God loves all of us so much that He sent his Son,
So that all we can say now is “It is finished” “It is done”.
Sin is dead and buried in the grave
Because the grave is where my Jesus did not stay:
He is alive in His Word and in me and in you,
And the truth is my brothers and sisters: He is coming soon.
See I am blessed because I realized something:
That I am powerless to change my life,
But to Him I can give every right
And I do,
Because He is the Way, the Light, and the Truth.
And with that in mind
I am content and satisfied
Because even if I have nothing on this earth,
I have what's worth more than the richest man's worth.
And no matter how many times, this I forget,
No matter how many times I fail because “I can handle it”:
God will always reach down from His throne above all,
And He will always pick me up every time I fall.
For this reason we can stand and rejoice
And it doesn't matter if the neighbors complain about the noise,
Because the more people that hear the better
Because the best news of all is His, right down to the letter.
And right now there are far too many people that are still chained,
Far too many people that don't know His grace.
So we should run to the four corners of the earth like it's a race,
Saying, every where we go,
That “He has bought my soul.
“He paid for me with His blood and He paid for you too,
“But He still gives us a right to choose
“Because He wants our love to be real,
“But how can you not love Him with zeal?
“How can your love not be true,
“When you think about what He has done and what He will do – for you?”.
I now think upon the days when I was bound by sin,
I think of how often I so easily gave in,
And I ask “How stupid was I
“To run away from the love that was right before my eyes?”
But it's not good to dwell on the past,
Simply because of some little known facts:
God, our Heavenly Father, sent His Son – for you.
Jesus Christ, fully man, died – for you.
Jesus Christ, fully God, is alive – for you.
God, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Savior and Messiah, Alpha and Omega, Elohim, Yahweh – loves – you.
 Oct 2013 Der Is
Richard G
Bully
 Oct 2013 Der Is
Richard G
Wrap me up in darkness
And take away the light
For I will slip to madness
And wont put up a fight
My mind has gone to ruin
My body is not right
There is no salvation
No hero dressed in white

The devil's in the details
The devil's in my mind
When i sleep i let him out
To see what fun he'll find
You should not be so mean to me
You should have been more kind
It's you who drove me into madness
To leave the light behind

I used to be a good kid
Until the day i met you
You pushed an poked and prodded
Without knowing what harm you would do
You will not like this outcome
Because i can bully too
The difference in my prodding
Is it will not stop at you


*Stop the bullying, Stop the violence, Stop the hate

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