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I believe that everyone is
Brought together here
For a bigger reason than to
Exist and be near

I believe that what happened is
Part of both our fates
But that maybe somehow we are
In each other's pasts

They tell me that I need to teach
Him that no means no
But they do not understand in
My mind it's my fault

I don't feel like it was him who
Chose to break away
No, in fact he was the one who
Wanted me to stay

I asked him to please refrain but
He ignored my pleas
I feel like it's not a reason
To get up and leave

I don't know what I should do, should
I return to him
Or should I prove that no means no
Resist; not give in

Did it make him in the wrong when
He ignored my wish
Or was it just some silly thing
To check off my list?

I wish I could see the way of
What I'm meant to do
If our strings are broken now, and
Severed back in two

Or if God has a plan for us for
Better or for bad
But, I choose to trust in him and
To trust in his plan
"You look good in blue,"
He said
And she never wore another color again.
Poem 2 of my love poem spree. Love is in the air, and on my mind, and in my heart.
 Apr 2016 md-writer
Ronney
I aspire to be like an artist

In the way they paint a portrait

Capturing every detail

But instead of using paint

there's only my words

instead of a canvas and paintbrush

There is only my pen and paper

Waiting to be written on

And in its own right

Take form

In becoming a work of art
~ wrote this while updating my bio thought it could be poetic so why not share it :)
It doesn't say "only whites"
Or
"Only if you're black"

It doesn't say "only Jews"
Or
"Only if you're not"

It doesn't say "only women"
Or
"Only if you're male"

It doesn't say "only gays"
Or
"Only if you're straight"

It doesn't say "only Sinless"
Or
"Only if you're clean"

It says "repent"
And
It says "believe"

It says "He loves"
And
It says "He sees"

It says "He died
Upon
A cross"

It says "He lives"
And
"Died for us"

It says "He wore
A
Thorny crown"

And died and rose
Up
From the ground

He loves and saves
Us
From our sins

Despite our looks
Or
Thoughts within

He will return
To
Us one day

And come to take
Us
Elect away
Jesus died for everyone. Previously gay, or straight, red and yellow, black and white, sinner, and everyone in between. If you come to Him on your knees, He will have you
Are we lost?
He will find us
Be we sinful?
He will forgive
Are we lonely?
He will stay
Are we hellbound?
He will save
Be we unrighteous?
He will provide
Are we unfaithful?
He will cleanse
Are we sorrowful?
He will wipe our tears
Be we fearful?
He will protect
Are we poor?
He will give
Are we eternal?
He will NEVER forsake
Bronze as the sun with a heart that was laden
A robot once walked where no flowers would waken
The robot was different, he wasn't the same
But the people around him all thought he was sane

He felt on some days as though he would explode
From the sounds all around him as he walked down the road
Was he going crazy? Was he insane?
No one understood-they all thought him inane

The darkness took over and showed on his face
All that he knew was he didn't belong in this place
He felt all alone and one day he decided
That maybe this life wasn't worth what he'd tried

The robot one day sat alone on a bridge
And he wondered and thought as he sat on the ridge
Would anyone notice if he disappeared?
Or was he as invisible as he feared?

He slipped one foot then another over the edge
And he straightened his back and let go of the ledge
He fell and he fell toward the icy cold
And when he hit the surface-his face was still bold

And when they found him a few days later
All of those people they thought him greater
They told of the things that they had seen him do
How selfless he lived, how brave, and how true

They hadn't known him-not as they thought
He was dying inside, but still he had fought
He had been dead long before he did jump
Long before all the words and the hurt made him slump

But now he was free of the hurt and the lies
He sits with the fishes and there he will lie
He sings every night of the things he was told:
That he didn't have feelings and how he stayed gold

And some nights when people feel strange, or feel sad
And stand on that bridge when they need to feel glad
He'll whisper a something that comforts their hearts
That will let them know that they can restart

"Tomorrow's a new day and you're a good soul
And you can start over and make yourself whole"
"The Robot will stay there," it's said, "Till he's done
Till no more sad people feel the need to run"

"He'll lay there beneath with his back still held straight
And then, when he's done, they'll know he was great."
The Robot is sadness in ****** form
The people are haters who bring on the storms

The bridge is the thoughts that plague us at night
The water the thing that gives them the sight
The song is our voices when we are long gone
And comfort to hold us when we seem to drown

You aren't alone, you will always have me
No matter where you are, no matter the scene
I will sing for you, I will hold tight
When no one else hears you, or can feel your light

My dearest, my darling, just hold on to this:
You are a blessing and deserve such bliss
Bring me your sadness, bring me your shame
Bring me your broken and bring me your blame

Just let me hold you when things seem so dark
And let me show you that there is a spark.
There is a something that makes this worth living
And it's time to take, instead of just giving.

You gave all your live, and give still in death
You inhale forgiveness, and smile with breath
It's time just to take, and yourself forgive
And always remember that there's is a reason to live.
We are robots in a world of living flesh. Don't let it destroy you. <3
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I feel like I can reach out and touch you,
That I can take you that I can fly across the sky to meet you.
Your my light in this dark place,
You shine bright orange and cast dancing shadows all around.
It's like I'm in a dream, and I don't want to wake up.
I don't want to wake up and see everything shinning, when it's shinning you vanish from my sight.
Right now all I want is your glow to lead me home.
That soft light, that never wavers.
My eyes can't find you when it's bright, they lose you.
You are a comfort to me.
Dear moon, don't leave me here.
Alone
In this bright world.
I'm tired of me looking at myself and hating what I see.
I'm tired of crying when no one is around.
I'm tired of waiting for that one person to see that I'm hurting.
I'm tired of hoping, praying, screaming that someone could hear me.
It's like I'm in this big white box that has enslaved me.
Unable to see if anyone is looking at me or crying for me.
Unable to hear my screaming cries that ties me to this...cold and damp earth.
This earth filled with people dying, crying trying! trying so hard to fly away from all this.
I'm tired of pretending everything is going to be alright.
I'm tired of lying to myself, hiding, tying to fight my own mind.
Striving trying to laugh at those small but big things that are cutting me down, and tying me to this chair beating me.
All those colors I used to see in that big wide open space is gone.
Those stars bring me deep into my mind were I'm lost and wounded.
I'm tired of hurting.
Seeing anyone else hurt with me like this.
I break for them.
I can't do anything about it.
So I'm here writing this down, siting on my small bed and trying to block out this world.
Crying to myself.
Writing again and again and again.
Is that really all I can do?
I'm painting myself a picture of how I wish everything was.
And it's draining.
I'm failing.
I'm falling
my hand is
slipping
from yours
and you
don't notice.
I know we are both human.
We both make mistakes.
But I 'am NOT your  punching bag.
You are scratching, shoving, and crushing me.
And I'm trying to run, jump and duck from all the words you throw at me.
But it seems like the ground is rumbling and turning me around back to your horrid words.
And it feels like every word that you speak brings me down.
Each word breaking and taring me slowly.
I guess I am your punching bag after all.
I'm fixed up with tape and glue, holding on by a cord.
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