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 Jan 2016 Irene
Heather Anderson
I want to be me
but everyone has these expectations
where I cannot be free.
I am trapped in a being
One of utter selfishness and selflessness
one that doesn’t have meaning.
There is so much buried down so deep
I’m too afraid and too tired to dig it all out
that he final solution seems to be eternal sleep.
the death of the false self
inspired by DIVINE SUICIDE: Depressive Breakdown as a Call to Awakening by Jeff Foster
 Jan 2016 Irene
Mishael Ward
A Mirror
When standing in a mirror what do you see?
Is it really a reflection? Or an image of what you could be.
A mirror can be a place to view growth towards perfection.
Yet it is a destination to hide what society is neglecting,
And implies further to cover ones natural beauty.
Caking their philosophy with the media's opinions as far as one could hear or decree.
Being real with acquaintances without being real with the important people like family.
One could say a mirror is "just only a reflection"
However, let's ask the mirror "Today show me what he or she has projected."
A mirror would show a life full of authenticity
Yet a life very different could also be shown, one filled with hypocrisy.
So I ask again when standing in a mirror what do you see?
The answer is quite simple and easy to believe
A mirror is expected to only show what it sees


The real me...Or a fantasy...
By: Mishael Ward ©
 Jan 2016 Irene
SøułSurvivør
where the conformity sees a

(blank page)

we see scarlet letters and ink
of hues unimaginable . those
who don't know what it's like
to fight origami dragons, thin
as wafts of ***** smoke, the
wings of which having the po-
wer to knock their worlds to
the next millennium and the
flaming jaws to crush chrod-
mum skulls to powder . those
stars of their scales tell tales .
of woe . the beat of their heat
like a tribal drum from Hades
but all the conformity sees is

(blank page)

we see billions of suns already
extinguished . wraiths of cloud
wrapping around the tip of our
pen . we see . android humans
and human ai's cannot . we are
given a unique ability as poets
we make something blank into
beauty . ugliness . banality into
exquisite expression . cheers!!!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/2/2016
I was inspired by the visual on
rebecca askew's homepage. I
love it!
 Jan 2016 Irene
Missy Beminio
this little number
is for your sake
cause if you know
just how I feel
I won't have to fake
make no mistake
this is the quake
inside us both
if you hold me near
you can feel it too
you take away my blue
make me feel alive
anyways,
I think I love you
 Jan 2016 Irene
Alyssa Underwood
Eddie Starr is a man of love
who lives to spread God's grace
consistently lifting fellow poets up
through encouragement's embrace

He thinks of others more than self
and his own dear heart does spend
to share the gospel of Jesus Christ
and to reach out to all as friend
***

"For we do not preach ourselves, but Jesus Christ as Lord, and ourselves as your servants for Jesus' sake. For God, who said, 'Let light shine out of darkness,' made His light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ.

"But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that His life may be revealed in our mortal body. So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you.  It is written: 'I believed; therefore I have spoken.' With that same spirit of faith we also believe and therefore speak, because we know that the One who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us with Jesus and present us with you in His presence. All this is for your benefit, so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause thanksgiving to overflow to the glory of God.

"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 4:5-18
 Dec 2015 Irene
Craig Harrison
As the heart weeps I strugle
as the years pass and space moves
I wonder how the Earth and I will die
my mind can not control and I do not wish it to
but forcing notice and loyalty into my sole is one
one of many things I can not stop
I can not contol and I shall not whisper
as in the night my heart will linger
the skys will close and stars will fire
but our hearts will surely die
as I age the Earth ages with me
and as blood starts to slow and muscles disapear
the world I live, time is almost here.
Don't ask, I just started typing and this is what came out
 Dec 2015 Irene
ylruceiram
Worn
 Dec 2015 Irene
ylruceiram
I don't really know if this is pain I'm feeling

It felt foreign yet very familiar at the weirdest ways

It almost felt like home

It almost felt like my mother lulling me to sleep

But one thing I only know is that I'm so used to be in pain that I can't even recognize it anymore
IDK WHY  I WROTE THIS.
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