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 Jan 2016 Firefly
brandon nagley
i.

Miɳɛ รѳutɦɛɑรt pɛtɑʆ,
Dɛʆicɑtɛ ɑɳɗ ɑʀʀɑyɛɗ.
O' ɦѳw ʆѳѵɛʆy tɦѳu ɑʀt,
Dɛɑʀɛรt pɛtɑʆ; ɓy tɦɛ
Hɑɳɗ'ร ѳԲ gѳɗ, tɦѳu
Aʀt ɱɑɗɛ.

ii.

Miɳɛ ɱɑgɳiԲicɛɳt ɑɳgɛʆ,
Fʆѳɑtiɳg iɳ tɦɛ wiɳɗ,
Lѳѵɛʀ ѳԲ tuʀtʆɛ'ร;
Tɦɛ cʀɛɑtѳʀ ɦɑtɦ ɱɑɗɛ tɦѳu
Aร ɑ quɛɛɳ iɳ wɑtɛʀ ɑɳɗ รɑɳɗ.

iii.

Cɑʆʆigʀɑpɦy'ร ɛɱpʀɛรร
Lɑรร ѳԲ pѳɛt'ร ɱiɳɗ'ร,
Tɦiɳɛ ɓʆɑck รiʆk ɦɑiʀ
Mɑtcɦɛtɦ tɦɛ pɛtɑʆ tɦѳu
Aʀt ɗɛɑʀ, O' ɦѳw ʆikɛ
Rɑiɳɗʀѳp'ร; tɦiɳɛ Բɑcɛ
Dѳtɦ รɦiɳɛ.



©Bʀɑɳɗѳɳ ɳɑgʆɛy
©Lѳɳɛรѳɱɛ pѳɛtร pѳɛtʀy
©Eɑʀʆ Jɑɳɛ ɳɑgʆɛy ( Fiʆipiɳѳ ʀѳรɛ) ɗɛɗicɑtiѳɳ
Poem is as such if you can't read,

Title- like raindrop's, thy face doth shine..

i.

Mine southeast petal,
Delicate and arrayed.
O' how lovely thou art,
Dearest petal; by the
Hand's of god, thou
Art made,

ii.

Mine magnificent angel,
Floating in the wind,
Lover of turtle's;
The creator hath made thou
As a queen in water and sand.

iii.

Calligraphy's empress
Lass of poets mind's,
Thine black silk hair
Matcheth the petal thou
Art dear, O' how like
Raindrop's; thine face
Doth shine,
 Jan 2016 Firefly
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

leaves blow away in an LSD grave
we will always be friends
whatever the price is we might have to pay
we will always be friends
throw roses on my grave today
let's not for get the ones who pave the way
we will always be friends,

(Melodies play )

I love you as a friend.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/01/friends.html
 Jan 2016 Firefly
susan
remembering
 Jan 2016 Firefly
susan
do you know
i think of you
in my saddest moments
bittersweet memories
fill my head

but i feel no comfort
with these thoughts of you
only reminders
of where my sadness
was planted.
 Jan 2016 Firefly
SøułSurvivør
Collaboration with Alyssa Underwood!


I'm not getting much from life,
it makes me want to scream!
Won't achieve my smallest goal...

let alone my dreams!
.

Your life's hidden in Christ's hands
and your competence comes from Him.
His Spirit's working His purpose in you...

despite how things may seem.
.

I'm frail and I'm weak,
I'm sorry. I'm not strong.
You say I can handle this test...

You couldn't be more wrong!
.

Frailty's the best start
for watching our egos flee.
Once we know WE can't do it...

we begin to get set free.
.

I am sick and tired
of the daily drudge!
And fellow believers?

All they do is JUDGE!
.

So lay it all down.
Jesus died to bear
the indomitable weight...

of every burden you wear.
.

Does God answer prayers?
I wonder if HE DOES!
If you go and backslide

He seems to hold a grudge!
.

I find He answers differently
than what I might seek first,
for what's pleasant now...

May not fill my deepest thirst.
.

Alright. He makes us patient.
But I can believe the lies!
He has no provision

to make me savvy... WISE!
.

If wisdom like the world
is what the soul most craves,
where's the contentment...

in those who are its slaves?


The believer is the candle
Jesus is the flame.
Thank you sister for your help...

I'm calling on His Name!

I will heed your sayings.
I have been absurd!
He's good to all His promises...

They're written in HIS WORD.
.

It's not absurd to question
or probe into our doubts.
HIS WORD can stand resistance...

through every skeptic's shouts.

We're here to help each other
find truth along the way.
JESUS IS THE WAY AND TRUTH

AND LIFE WE LIVE EACH DAY!


Alyssa Underwood  (the voice of Truth)
.
*SoulSurvivor  (the doubtful believer)
It was a TRUE pleasure to write with
Alyssa... she's amazing!

-
 Jan 2016 Firefly
SøułSurvivør
I will be off site for a while.
I must sort out some
personal problems.
Nothing life threatening.
Just aggravating.

I will be back soon.

♡Catherine
 Jan 2016 Firefly
Samual
I.
because I've never loved myself but I'm starting to, with you

II.
because I've never known who I really am and I hated that, hated myself,
there was always a pause, always something held back or misspoken, insufficiently explained
because I was never safe and I was never fully understood, and there was always something lost in translation

III.
but I've always hated that person, who hid his stutter, who spoke slowly so as not to let slip mistakes from his words and thoughts, never mention the things he really cares about because then,

IV.
well he would probably talk to fast and he would probably stutter he'd probably speak so fast and with so much excitement that he'd forget to apologize until he'd remembered no one cared, no one wanted to hear, and he'd slow down and regret so much, hate himself so much for bringing this upon himself

V.
except with you,
I talk about everything, and everything I care about,
and I'm not afraid of talking fast,
or tripping over words,
because I know you won't leave me if I fall, because you've done it so many times
because you just laugh and pick me up again and again and hold my hand and
you laugh like its funny
like its not ridiculous
like you can't even imagine wanting me to stop every time I trip
like you just want me to keep going and you'll help and
I love the person I am when I'm holding your hand
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