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Aug 2016 hope ann webb

Stacy Mills

talking to you and pleasing you its almost like a dream
but in pictures things aren't always as they seem
you can write what you want and read what I do
but I'm not the kind of girl that thinks dreams come true
fairytales are in movies stories and books
I'm also not the kind of girl that worries about her looks
I have what I have and I am Who I am
I know I'm good looking so maybe I don't give a ****
I'd love to keep talking and seeing your smile
tho I haven't gotten any pics in quite a while
I really think I'm more interested in somebody who likes my mind
yeah of the kind of girls I'm that kind

Jul 2016 hope ann webb

Crimson Regret

Jul 2016 hope ann webb

Stacy Mills

Crimson Regret

Here I sit all alone locked in
silently battling my fight with depression
tho someone always seems to be around
from them not a single care can be found
I cry and I cut to try to ease the pain
but sadly I know I'm completely insane
most of the time I have no reason to feel how I do
it doesn't matter cuz no ***** are given by you
and it's not just you that isn't there
I don't seem to have anyone that wants to care
I need to move away from this town this state this life
and maybe someday become someone's wife
but I know none of that will ever come to be
because I'm useless and no one would ever want me
so I end this poem with crimson regret
moving along in my life with so many a fret
so I say a perfect peaceful goodnight
as the dark red streak glistens in the moonlight.

Jul 2016 hope ann webb

Identity

Jul 2016 hope ann webb

J Aigboje Ohiro

Identity

Who am I?

I never really understood
Until before the devil I stood
With one eye totally blind
In my mind a many thought slide

Who am I

The question again
As I shed tears in pain
With my eyes so red
I was scared

Who am i?

The son who calls mama to pray for him
Or the son who knows his father?

So why ask Mama to ask Papa
When I am no toddler in dipper

I need to do this myself I said
As I tried to remember who I was
Then Psm91 was all in my thought
That was when I discovered my worth

I am
The son of the most high
The one who was, who is, and who will be after all of this is gone
The alpha and the omega
The beginning and the end
The first and the last
The Rock of ages
The I am that I am
The omnipotent
The creator of all that there is
The only one God

Then I thought again Luke 7:7
So I began to laugh at the devil

As I prayed with Psm121
As I acknowledged the number 1

I then exercised my power as a son
Then came a light brighter than the sun

All I did was pray in the word
And my eyes again saw the world

Who are you?

My Experience

#healing #gods #truelifestory #prayerworks

Jul 2016 hope ann webb

'Poetry Has A Sensitive Heart' -

Jul 2016 hope ann webb

Ovi-Odiete

'Poetry Has A Sensitive Heart' -

Poetry has a sensitive soul
A drive and impulse
Telling stories the way they are
Feelings of soberness
A heart felt word

Poetry has a sensitive heart
Beautifully immense
A heart of gold
Giving values to life
Adding years to life: Poetry is beautiful

Poetry has a sensitive soul
Like streams that meanders slowly
Like a river glorious: It Flows
Poetry has a sensitive heart,
A beautiful soul; A flying Angel.

Poetry is the signal
that
The soul sends into the world
Like the river, it flows into the sea,
yet the sea never gets filled.

Poetry is the fluid for the soul,
The liquid for the yearning of the Mind
That which quenches the fire
Feeding the deepest desires
Poetry is Gold in essence

Ovi Odiete©

May you find SOLACE AND BLISS in POETRY and may it be a MUSE for your Living.

I am thrilled that this little poem of mine has been chosen for THE DAILY POEM (19/July/2016)
Thank you all and thanks to HELLOPOETRY.
Regards, Ovi.

#poetry #heart #poets #hellopoetry #poemoftheday #dailypoem #oviodietepoems #dailypoemjuly192016

Jul 2016 hope ann webb

magnanimous beauty

Jul 2016 hope ann webb

Stacy Mills

magnanimous beauty

As I've walked this earth throughout the expanse of my existence, i have seen such beauty that has awed and bewildered my senses completely.
Then I met you!
I look back at those things i thought magnanimous; and they dull in comparison. The sheer epicness that your magnificent individual presents exudes; it astounds me. And no matter the lengths I go to try to put to put to words the wondrous excitement that envelopes me when you r within view, I will never be able to describe it fully enough in any world. There are no words that will ever come close.

Jul 2016 hope ann webb

Apart

Jul 2016 hope ann webb

Stacy Mills

Apart

Time has torn us in different directions but when its right the wind will blow us back together and then well be the glue that will hold us together for all eternity we just have to grow first!

Jul 2016 hope ann webb

by Zach

Jul 2016 hope ann webb

Stacy Mills

by Zach

The more growing that happens the more mature my love becomes. Your love. I need to be a protector, a protector for the love that you manifest into being. That which we are.
Time and the Ego are my only distractions. To say otherwise would be a "waste of time" I miss You.
All of our moments together seem like dreams, dreams that come together and make a love story. One that is bright and true. Weird right? Good weird. The best. I'm grateful for our experiences together!