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 Jul 2017 Marrisa
lyka
Hands
 Jul 2017 Marrisa
lyka
I did not ask to be held together
Nor to be pulled through the dark
I only hoped to be warm for a moment
To linger a while longer in your heart
 Jul 2017 Marrisa
Nickoli
You don’t know him like I do,
He has night terrors like he’s been in war,
He doesn’t trust himself when he drinks alone,
He fears he will turnout like his father,

You don’t know him like I do,
When he’s happy you can’t help but smile,
When he’s grumpy he has the most adorable nose crinkle,
When he’s sad he won’t let it show,

You don’t know him like I do,
There are doors locked within his eyes,
He fears failing everyone,
Loving people is hard for him because people leave,

You don’t know him like I do you never really will,
I hope you figure out that he loves back rubs as he falls asleep,
Or that getting him a gatorade is like a peace offering,
Never forget to let him know that you’re home safe.

You may think that you know it all,
And I really hope you do,
But a love like mine and his doesn’t come around but once in a lifetime.

I was his once in a lifetime,
So to who ever who loves him next,
I am a tough act to follow but I truly do wish you luck,
Please take care of him and keep building him up.
He deserves the world, make sure you give it to him.

But you will never know him the way I do, no one will.
 Jul 2017 Marrisa
Mishael Ward
As I sat there praying on my knees.
I thought of what Jesus did for me.
How he shed his blood on calvary
So that satan's shackles on man would be broken free.
How could someone so powerful and perfect,
Have so much love and compassion for the unworthy?

This is the love I want to share with others
He said "delight in giving to one another,"
“be quick to forgive"
So I lift my hands in joy for what Jesus did.
his love hung for hours on a tree
so that people all over the world could be set free.
That, my friend, is what Jesus did for me.
Poem by: Mishael Ward
 Jul 2017 Marrisa
Terry Jordan
I can’t take Sam off speed dial
I’m expecting his call
Especially Sunday mornings
Warming up, stretching tall

That’s when he always calls me
Though sometimes I call him
Now twenty Sundays have passed
My chances getting slim

I can’t delete my brother
I’m still yearning for his call
He owes me one, even though
He died one Sunday last fall
A sentimental piece from real life-I keep Sam's number on my speed dial & miss him terribly since he died 5 months ago...
 Jul 2017 Marrisa
Daisy Rae
Her mind is numb
Her colors are dim
Her lungs are filled
She can't swim
Drowning in *****
She can't float to the surface
She's lost in this big ocean
Slowly losing her
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She is unstable.
 Jul 2017 Marrisa
Abigail
Depressed
 Jul 2017 Marrisa
Abigail
Why do I feel this way?
I wake up sad and afraid.
Of what?
Well of life that’s what.

Why do I feel this way?
My life feels like it is a charade.
It’s a game that I can’t win.
I feel like I’m the sin.

Why do I feel this way?
Why can’t someone convey to my ways?
They notice the scars on my skin.
No one asks how I’ve been.
First poem.
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