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 May 2017 mia mor
strtyma
Feelings
 May 2017 mia mor
strtyma
My life is me torn between
feeling everything at once
and feeling nothing at all

So feelings, where do you go when the one who loves me kisses my lips?

Yes feelings, where do you come from when the one I love slips from my fingertips?
 May 2017 mia mor
Nida Mahmoed
I want moon,
Solitude,
Bravery,
and patience in my soul,
it's been a while since
they were last together in me!

By: Nida Mahmoed.
 May 2017 mia mor
Kenny Whiting
I tell you now, My God is King;
   the Ruler of all seas;
Almighty and Omnipotent;
   My Lord, The Prince of Peace.

He's with me on the mountaintop,
   or on the valley floor;
He's with me when I'm lost at sea,
   or resting on the shore.

He's seen me through the worst of times,
   He caught me when I fell;
He changed my life with just one touch,
   by breaking devil's spell.

He broke the chains that bound my life,
   thus setting my soul free;
So much more than My Lord and King,
   He's more than life to me!
She's tired of fighting
To keep her soul's fire alive,

She's been in a constant battle
Just trying to survive.

Overdrive,

Overdrive,

She's totally over
The long, hard road, drive,

Always giving,
Whilst her needs
She deprives.

Nosedive,

Nosedive,

Her heart and mind
Are taking a plunge,
A freeing, freefall dive,

She's tired
Of letting the backstabbers
Take advantage of her;
She's over the malicious way
That they conspire and connive.

By Lady R.F  (C) 2017
during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
******
I always had this certain
contentment-
I wouldn't call it
happiness-
it was more of an inner
balance
that settled for
whatever was occuring
and it helped in the
factories
and when relationships
went wrong
with the
girls.
it helped
through the
wars and the
hangovers
the backalley fights
the
hospitals.
to awaken in a cheap room
in a strange city and
pull up the shade-
this was the craziest kind of
contentment

and to walk across the floor
to an old dresser with a
cracked mirror-
see myself, ugly,
grinning at it all.
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.
 May 2017 mia mor
Born
she's a corrosive story
Hidden within a mirror
Never to be heard again

As I gulp down my favorite cheap *****
I wondered  with amazement at my ignorance
And the vicious adage that crippled me
love is blind

You were a ruthless callous soul
and still
remnants of your cold heart still linger in my thoughts
loving you was devastating
 May 2017 mia mor
Olivia A Keaton
I wish it would
well rain harder
I wish that
the sky water would be salty
like my tears.
this way both could slide down my face unidentifiable
I wish the thunder was louder
just to help save me from my thoughts

I love how
well simply how
I'm walking to the beat,
crunching gravel to meet the sound
of my favorite song
even though it's no longer playing
I love that
the rain is blurring my vision
eventhough I couldn't see anyway
I love that with every step
I'm taking a shower
the rain provides me with good cleansing
I'm slowly scrubbing away every
remark, laugh, judge, scar and stain
and as my jeans, blouse, and shoes get wet,
I'm washing away some of this too
hidden deep within the seams

and yet some people wonder
why
why does she like the rain
well
It's not just rain
it's a friend
that I can talk to and actually leave with
a cleansed soul.
 May 2017 mia mor
Jessie Taylor H
Don't be scared, Love;
show me your scars.
Give me a piece of your soul,
and maybe a glimpse of your mind.

I could show you beauty,
without a field of flowers.
And an amazing high,
without the foul aftertaste.

Just let me in,
let me feel your pain.
I'll touch your soul,
and make you go insane.
2/19/2017
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