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 May 2014 MPL
Jenni
I don't talk much
But man, do I have a lot to say
You have to stay focus on God, when you don't know what to do.  Just believe  he will give you strength, to make it safely through.
There will come a time in life, when all is going well.  Then all of a sudden, you feel that you have failed.
You have to stay focus on God, so you can keep a clear and sound mind.  God will be the one to help, and he will be there on time.
You have to stay focus on God, so he can heal your pain.  Don't call on anyone else, other than" Jesus " name.
You have to stay focus on God, so he can lift your load.  He will give you strength to be around, until you are old.
Stay Focus On God!
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
 May 2014 MPL
Gabriel A Flynn
Caught
 May 2014 MPL
Gabriel A Flynn
Caught
on the hook of selfishness
I run but it pulls me back in

Just
when I thought I was beyond this
Old thoughts reach the surface again

Me, mine, and I
sound as bad as they taste
Words that race from my lips to my brain

Cut the line,
shut the mouth, and forget about "self"
There's a thought I could entertain
 May 2014 MPL
Brianna
Your eyes reminded me of snow; cold and impatient. There was a blizzard in your soul waiting to explode.

You were so young... I remember it like yesterday. You held my hand and we laughed about the weather and the clouds above us. You were so naive.

Your lips tasted like mint. They were always there for me when I was down or needed comforting. Waiting to tell me things I needed to hear; a taste of something special for once.

You were so wild. Such a vagabond always looking for the next chapter to write about. Sparks always flew from your heart with passion I could never understand. You were so free.

If this would help me make sense of this disaster that happened I would write forever. I don't know why it had to end this way. I don't know where the adventure went the day you died.

But my heart is like your snowy eyes; cold and distant.
And my lips are chapped and taste like blood from biting my tongue; holding down the tears I've built up in a matter of hours.
And my soul has aged... Wild and free was never for me.
You were so young...
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