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Zoe was always a nymphic
creature
              God gifted prodigy  
When she was three
she already knew that
                                       above her ecliptics
                         jade eyes were shaped
  as a gift to see within her strange
Zephyr's soul
                  there were      
worlds unreachable
to mortals
                      indulging

unconscious dance moves
           she was performing
     a play  
finding her way through
piercing sounds of animality and natural wilderness

                            solely within her mind's eyes

           then    shut
deliberately
just to prove to the thick jungle
          to highly flowering sunflowers
that her head locomotions are fully perceptive

      her tiny hands touched the ground
glistening streams of her hair had been long(ing) to touch
her tiny bare heels in pace with every
bonvivant
little step forth
                     she had been taken
                                   O, Zoe you knew at three
                              
  That Zenith is the chosen point
                                           to open up
                                                     top portals
                                                                ­of deepest insight

                                                       Zoe - there is a moving star
                                                                ­      lit to praise
                                                        returning to innoccence
                                 Olympic 
            ­          sensible
               smiling
sweetheart

         intuitive little one

You could hear cracks and tremblings of every limb to limb
                                                   clashed
with dark humid soil and stones and crumbs on every ant trail
every black beetle's step there every futuristic peregreen wizzy wings
  
    Zing(ed)
 Apr 2015 md-writer
JAM
Show one something just within their knowledge
And they think of it as a truth.
Show one something just beyond their understanding
And they feel as if it's a miracle.
I'm lost,
The light is leaving me and I'm lost in that moment.
I'm becoming alone.
Cold.
I'm filled with regret and hate.
When did this start to happen?
Those who I thought cared for me left.
Those that I thought would be my life.
My dreams.
They left me.
They walked away and took all of me with them.
The inside of me is gone.
I can't move,I'm paralyzed.
Where did I go!
They don't see the real you,
all thy see is the scares on your arm.
They don't know you,
They judge you, for your scares.
They don't know your spirit, thy only stare.
They think they know your story by looking at your outer skin.
They don't know you.
They are shocked and frightful of you and yet they cry for you and you don't know why.
They aren't the ones that went through the painful,  daunting moments.
They think I'm my skin.
They don't know ME.
Why can't they see that?
Could I ever show them the pain I went through? The battles I have lost?
All they see is scares.
I try to cover it up, but there eyes lock unto your arm.
And the moment replays again.
They will never know the real me, I will hide it deep within.
Cause they don't want to know me, all they want to do is stare.
Why does pain have to control so much of life?
The sickness, misery we all feel.
It captures us.
It sits in our brain, breaking us down seconds at a time.
It stings and rips me of my wings of freedom.
And leaves us left feeling alone and abandoned.
Pain strips me of my wings...my only delight.
The shadow of a arrow follows me.
Waiting for me to say when the pain is too much.
When the pleasures of this life are gone from me and I can't see the smiling gleeful faces of yesterday anymore.
Tomorrow sorrow itself will mourn with me.
Pain strips us all of ourselves.
Blinding us from the exhilarating, fascinating, contentment of this world.
But was there ever contentment in this world?
Or was it the sorrow that made us think like that?
Like this world can make us happy...
No.
The pain has stripped me of everything but has opened my eyes, to the cries of the lost.
 Apr 2015 md-writer
Tim Russel
As a Christian,
I knew it is,
A major sin,
To have ***,
Before marriage,
That's why,
I'm still,
A ******,

I'm not really sure,
If getting married,
Will guarantee,
A couple,
A great,
*** life,
Or...
Everlasting,
L.O.V.E.,

But I know whatever,
God says is best,
He knows all,
I trust Him,
With my whole,
Heart & soul,
So I will obey,
But sometimes,
I wonder...
Why do we,
Have to wait?

I know I'm not,
The only one,
He hasn't,
Had ***,
But...
It is,
So tempting,
To break the rules,
And "do it" like,
Everyone else,
Especially in,
This day & time,

Cause...
*** IS EVERYWHERE!!
On TV, in my home,
In school, in the park,
In grocery stores,
In magazines, in books,
In the mall, on the beach,
(**** BEACHES), on the radio,
And definitely on the Internet,
The list goes on and on...

Being a ****** is TOUGH!!
Boys are always trying,
To play with girls' minds,
And the devil is trying,
To whisper to us softly,
It will feel good,
Just go on and do it!!
Trying their best,
To make us have ***,
As boys' hormones,
Seem to rage and rage,

Telling us,
We are the one,
Making us feel,
Beautiful & special,
Telling us they,
Love who we are,
Telling us they,
Loving what we,
Do to them...
Because it,
Feels good,
Better yet...
*** with them,
Will feel,
EVEN BETTER,
They secretly,
Are thinking,
To themselves,

Can kissing,
Hugging, and,
Holding hands,
Be enough?
That feels,
Good too...
Plus it's,
Sweet and,
Innocent,
Something to,
Be proud of,
To cherish,
To sing about,
It shows a girl,
And a boy care,
About each other,
W/o having ***,
And really love,
One another,
Cause they,
Can wait,

I guess *** can,
Mean love too,
If it's done right,
And God is fully in it,
But *** over the,
Centuries...
Has been dragged,
Through the mud,
No one thinks of ***,
As sacred or precious,
Anymore...

People "do it,"
Anywhere now,
There's no shame,
Only vulgarness,
Nastiness, & ***** dogs,
No longer it is viewed,
With respect, loveliness,
Purity, or holiness,
People in the world,
HATE to do what's right,
Men having babies and,
Not taking care of them,
Men mentally & physically,
Abusing their children,
Women having abortions,
What has the world come to?!!

Maybe God looks up,
On this world,
And weeps for,
Our souls...
Maybe God gets angry,
And starts throwing,
Things in heaven,
Thinking...what's wrong,
With these people?!
But in the Bible,
It says:
We are his,
Best and most,
Favorite creation,
Because God,
Loves humans,
Despite our...
Flaws and mistakes,

He knows from,
The beginning,
Of time...
He didn't,
Make us,
Perfect,
Like God,
Who is perfect,
In every way,
We are sinners,
Trying to live,
Day to day,
We ALL make,
Mistakes,
I had to,
Learn that,
The hard way...

I fell in love,
With a guy who,
Didn't really,
Love me back,
He just wanted,
To have *** with me,
But love blinded me,
He did everything,
He could to get,
In my pants...
But I kept,
Saying NO,
And he kept,
Getting mad,
He kept...
Asking & asking,
Harrassing me...

So I let him,
Have *******,
With me instead,
But it was so,
Weird and,
Uncomfortable,
I really didn't,
Like it...

At school,
We would make out,
Touch, and feel,
Making each,
Other's bodies,
Feel good...
I liked,
That part,
Most of the time,
Until he started,
Making me do,
Unspeakable things,
Trying to get,
As close to ***,
As possible...

Wearing me thin,
To the core,
Making me do,
Things I was,
Not proud of,
Causing me,
Emotional,
& mental stress,
Causing me to,
Love myself,
Less and less...
A downward spiral,
In my personality,
I began to lose,
The girl inside,
That I knew best.
Not from experience, i looked up what a '******' is, and I definitely am a ******.......
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