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 Jan 2013 Kelsey Nicole3
Rocky G
Life can be described in so many different ways
Some describe it as a lemon drop
Sour, bitter, something you hate
Life can be described as an apple
Tempting, but a poison
When you're asked to describe life
You may say pain
You're hurt all the time
By everything, by everyone
Or you may say hate
Love is nowhere to be found
Perhaps dark?
Where's the light?
Silence overtakes you
And you just close your eyes
We all have bitterness,
Some poison, hate, a feel of pain
And darkness in our lives
Things we need to deal with
Think of it this way
If you're going through it
You're strong enough to handle it
The worse your life seems to be
The stronger you are
Yes there'll be pain
But that's life
You can either live, keep your head up
Or suffer through it all
It's your choice
Either way, it's life
Something we all have to face
 Jan 2013 Kelsey Nicole3
Rocky G
I asked for love
You gave me hate
I asked for roses
You gave me thorns
I wanted you
I got the idea of you
I wanted happiness
I got sorrow
You asked for contentment
I gave you complete satisfaction
You asked for lights
I gave you the stars
You wanted okay
You got perfect
You wanted to survive
You get to live
 Jan 2013 Kelsey Nicole3
Rocky G
I can't wrap my mind around the thought
That the Lord of lords would leave His throne
And step unto this world of pain
To give Himself up willingly
To be nailed to a tree for me
So I could have a chance
Jesus pulled me from my trance
I thought I was living
When in reality I was slowily dying
An IV of poison was coursing through my veins
I thought I was being revived
The Great I Am showed me the truth
That my "truth" was really a lie
I asked Him, "What is the truth?"
And God spoke to me, "I am the truth."
Now I'm free as can be
With nothing to blind me
No one to chain me
My spot in heaven is secure
By my rescure
 Jan 2013 Kelsey Nicole3
Rocky G
Imagination
Your life has no meaning without it
It's that thing that follows you everywhere
That place you escape to when your real life is tragic
That friend that tells you everything is possible
Your life is a bare canvas that's waiting to be painted
The idea that turns old, broken houses into mansions
It's the picture that explodes on your paper
The words that exit your pen
Your view of the world
What you see when you look at something and want to make it better
Imagination
Your descision: to hide it, or let it soar
 Jan 2013 Kelsey Nicole3
Rocky G
I'm hung on the same shelf
Night after night, that shelf
That old, dusty shelf
My strings bundled up
So I can't leave this retched place
But in the morning you come for me
Untie my strings, and drag me away
The floor is cold under my feet
The lights burn my eyes
The cheering crowds hurt my ears
Then...the curtains open
And so the show begins
Master pulls my strings
I jump, dance, wave, kick myself and fall
But does anyone hear my cries for help?
They can't over their laughter
The humility is hurtful
The strings agonizingly painful
At war with the puppet master
But once again have failed
The curtains close
And I'm back on that old, dusty shelf
Are you real?
If I touch you, do you promise not to shatter,
Like so many others?
Is it really true?
That one little touch,
one little spark,
could flare up and make my skin burn red hot?
I wait with bated breath and a slowing pulse,
For your awnser
For just one more
Spark....

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