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Apr 2014 Dianna

AD Sifford

It stands outside my window
It knocks upon my door
To it, I say "I will not go
You do not own me anymore"
It then casts back a wicked grin
And with a voice too foul and vile
It says to me "We'll meet again
And I'll be waiting all the while"
It turns away and leaves me be
And though it will return one day
Sin never shall have victory
Because to God, for strength, I pray

|Written 2010|
*from my Emerge collection, being poem #9. Please see the collection page itself.

In the heart and spirit of "The Living Fire" and "Snare", I wrote "Unwelcome Visitor" in prayerful inspiration, but in more of a quick burst than the others. I believe I wrote it the same night as "Snare".

It's a reminder that though sin and temptation always crouch at the door, calling us back, God gives us the strength we need; let's keep our eyes on Him. Because despite the fact that we fell, and at times even may still stumble, God carries us by the hand. And that lion crouching at the door, waiting to devour us? Well, God's already crushed it, shackled its feet, and bound in it chains. You have freedom through Jesus Christ. Believe it. And should you stumble, pick up, accept God's grace which is more than your own, and move on, move forward in Him. Our victory awaits ahead, in Heaven, where our Advocate sits seated at God's right Hand. Amen.

I revisited "Unwelcome Visitor" in 2012, expanding it and tweaking it as I converted it into the form of a song. It's the most progress I've ever achieved on a song I've written, and it was done for a school project in my guitar class. I wrote (with some help from a friend on chord choice & arrangement) and recorded it with vocals, chords, a melody, and some extra effects. Unfortunately, the compiled recording file got corrupted and is lost forever. But I'd love to make and finish it in recorded form.
The expanded song lyric version is probably about 6-7 times the length of the poem in this original form.

I liked UWV so much, I even started writing a supernatural thriller novel based on it (but I've had some writer's block), and have had thorough ideas for a music video for the song version.

Like many of my other poems and writings, Unwelcome Visitor is a gift from God.

© 2017 A.D. Sifford.
I'm okay with you sharing my poetry, I just ask that you show courtesy by being honest and attributing it to my name. Thank you,
- Sifford

#sin #fear #life #god #religion #lust #past #fight #strength #change

Apr 2014 Dianna

The Road Not Taken

Apr 2014 Dianna

Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Apr 2014 Dianna

The Moon

Apr 2014 Dianna

Shannon Acacia Wilson

The Moon

And
                       You were just
                Like the                 Moon,
           So lonely, so
   Full of imper-
Fections but
   Just like the
         Moon , you                    Shined
                 In times of ,          Dar-
                               kness.

#love #moon #darkness #shine #elegant #meaningfull

Apr 2014 Dianna

Lucifer

Apr 2014 Dianna

Wednesday

Lucifer

You told me I was a pan of hot water and
sometimes it hurt to touch me
but you never thought to turn the temperature down

you just left me boiling

its april 7th and you are still a joke
but somehow you are the only one laughing anymore

I once told you I saw fire in your eyes
and you said it was just the reflection of the
ever burning in mine

I've only now realized that was nothing but a lie

The devil is not red or pointed with hooves
The devil is of flesh
He arrives as the very thing you want most

His name is Lucifer
And he is tall and handsome

He keeps you blind to the raging hellfire
He does not mention you are floating on the river Styx

When he finally pulls the curtain and
gives you back your corneas and irises
You are like Persephone-

you've already eaten seven pomegranate seeds

#hell #devil #burning

Apr 2014 Dianna

Social Media

Apr 2014 Dianna

Wednesday

Social Media

I copy ****** expressions I see in the movies

I fancy myself a very good liar but who isn’t these days

you make promises from the bottom of your heart
but it makes me wonder just how deep that is

I try to dig
but all I hear is the echoing of sweet words off this tunnel

You tell me to cut people out of my life and I do
I peel them off like a second skin and leave them bruised

I tell you please don't talk to her
On paper it appears you don't
But you jump to defense every time I quietly say her name

I saw you liked her pictures on my news feed
Even though you unfriended her a week ago

You say you let her go

It appears you are letting her in

Apr 2014 Dianna

Anorexic Dream

Apr 2014 Dianna

Wednesday

Anorexic Dream

I wonder if you’d want to know
I named all of my demons after you and
they haunt me in my sleep

when I was 14 I fell asleep in April and dreamed of bones and
I’m not sure I’ve really ever woken up since

when I lost 5 pounds I never saw a difference

when I lost 10 my mother said I was looking good

when I lost 20 she told me to stop and handed me food
and I became anemic

when I lost 25 I stopped drinking anything because
I felt water had calories

when I lost 30 my mother held me on her lap
and held my bones together for me

when I lost 35 I started fainting every morning and
the doctors could no longer easily find my blood pressure

when I lost 40 people started to stare and food made me cry

when I lost 45 it hurt to walk and to lay down
it hurt to eat
it hurt to breathe and
I started throwing up my empty stomach

the mind plays tricks on those that decide
nourishment is not needed

Eat.

#hope #eatingdisorder #anorexia #eat

Apr 2014 Dianna

To anyone who reads my poetry..

Apr 2014 Dianna

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To anyone who reads my poetry..

I don't think I'm going to be uploading anymore poetry for a while, a long while, possibly forever..
it just seems like whenever I try and write a poem now, I always seem to keep in mind weather the people who read it will like it, or if it will make sense to others, and though those things are important for when I'm older and trying to publish a book of poems, right now I just feel like writing poetry for anyone other than myself. To me, poetry is a way of understanding how I see things, how I feel about things, and how I'm going to deal with things, its very personal, and lately, i haven't been writing with myself in mind, so I just want to take time away and write for myself only. yeah.. not that I think i'll be missed or anything, but you can still message me or whatever, bc I'll still be on the site reading all of your poetry c: okay toodles.