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  Jul 2017 shrumeling
Graff1980
Every day strange crafts were made
to keep the crazy kids creative
saner, active, and engaged.

There were projects with weird shades
of sand that swirled together
in green, blue, and purple hues
of mystic and psychedelic colors.

Hands, wet with a white gluey substance
made plaster plates of pure porcelain colors
which  cracked and crumbled
when tossed or dropped.

There were
popsicle stick structures,
small huts or larger houses,
and cereal box tiny toy car garages
that could be combined
to create a two story fantasy.

Each morning and night we children would take
strange pills that had a horrible taste
while finger paints played out painful portraits
of those institutionalized day.
Day by day,
He feeds me the manna of His Word.
Piece by piece.
Morsel after morsel.
Until I find I am craving more.
For nothing else can satisfy
my thirsty soul,
like the Bread from Heaven
of His Word.
Each word...
each morsel of light and life...
nourishes me in my inmost being.
Nothing else on this earth
comes close to satisfying.
I cry out "Lord, I want more!
For nothing else can save me, heal me,
deliver me, like Your powerful Word."
He answers, "Come, my child, you are
invited to the Feast,
to feast on Me, feast on My Word,
and find true life."
Empty from the broken cisterns
of the world,
I come to His Feast.
He feeds me the manna of His Word,
piece by piece,
morsel after morsel.
Until I find I am craving more.
Until He has filled up
my empty soul.
shrumeling Jul 2017
don't treat me
the way you feel
like treating me
and don't say
the things you feel
like saying
and don't leave me
even if you feel
that's the only thing left to do

because
in the end
we all have feelings
that get hurt
just as easy
infinitely, my love.
lets work together through everything
  Jun 2017 shrumeling
Eric W
I'm not over anyone I've ever begun to love.
People always say they loved someone,
but I always stay present tense.
I always love.
If once, then always.
  Jun 2017 shrumeling
Brighton Sweeney
The reminiscing of memories past
Encore of our hearts together
A oceanic abyss between us would only make our love stronger
It's so hard to be so far
But knowing you're gazing into the outer reaches of water
Just like I am
Gives me
Hope.

And when it's dark out
And we're standing at the waters edge waiting
We see the same luminescence
We can't fathom our
Aloneness in this moment
It's terrible being
Without.

Hearts torn downwards
It's awful
But the gravity that rips them towards despair
Will be the same that keeps us together
When we
Roll down hills
Jump in lakes
Defy by climbing trees and swinging on tires
Our love it's
Awe~Full.

And in that moment
Eons and oceans apart
We are together
We are
Home.
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