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 Dec 2016 yuki
Randy Johnson
There are celebrities who people idolize.
They may not know it but it's wrong in God's eyes.
Jehovah God is the only one who deserves to be idolized.
This may anger some people and some may be surprised.
It's okay for people to respect celebrities and to be their fans.
But we should idolize only God and never any woman or man.
We shouldn't idolize people because it's a terrible sin.
If you idolize somebody, please let it come to an end.
 Dec 2016 yuki
Gaye
My thermometer showed water lilies,
While the I drank the sky in a perfect line
Now, choke me with that smile
And let me borrow small pieces of your time
Afterall it's a cashless transaction.
 Dec 2016 yuki
Mike Hauser
if you see me out late at night
looking like i'm about to cry
please believe it's allergies
and not the fact she's not with me

though i'll never really understand
the main reason that she left
so if my head is hanging low
it's not the fact i miss her so

if she's near me and my heart skips a beat
that's not to say she's my greatest need
or i miss her more than i let on
since the day that she's been gone

i'm doing fine, the time of my life
remember these aren't tears i cry
all a part of being a man
nothing to do with lost romance

as anyone can plainly see
all this doesn't mean a thing
 Dec 2016 yuki
gillian chapman
atlas—
your shoulders
crack and crumble;
dust and dirt fall from
the corners of your
aching joints; you are
ageing like stone.
your body, quivering,
is not made
of marble,
but the fissures
like tree roots on
your arms glimmer
gold and blue
and green—and
you are forced to
stand still, tall,
sturdy; as if
you were nothing
but a pillar,
reaching up to
heaven, grounded
forever to the earth.
atlas—
the weight of the
world is an anchor
on the curve of
your spine.
shaking, shaking,
like the scattered
rings of saturn—
oscillating.
atlas—
collapse.
atlas—
crumble, fragment;
dream of feathers
and dust and billowing
air, and all that is
light and gentle—
and melt.
atlas—
loosen your fingertips,
let the world slip
from your shivering
hands.
atlas—
even stone
can turn to dust.
atlas—
disintegrate.
(g.c.) 12/16/16
 Dec 2016 yuki
Àŧùl
Please do not tell her,
That I miss her presence
In my life - my heart.

Please do not tell her,
That I relive each moment
I spent with her love.

Please do not tell her,
That she needs to read it
I am perfect for her.

Please do not tell her,
That she needs to believe
I am the best for her.

Please do not tell her,
That she can just relax
Instead she'd study.

Please do not tell her,
That she made a mistake
In fact I made one...
Because she can not ever find herself wrong.
Although, I recognise my mistakes.
But not once did I sway.
I have been faithfully deflecting each and every proposal.

Maybe I should change just like she has changed.
But no.
I am not an immature girl like her to give up on my own warmer feelings of love for her.
I will wait for her till she gets married to someone else.

HP Poem #1329
©Atul Kaushal
My Christmas has already been the best .
For each of you in my life is a present from Christ.'
Love you all.
I am stepping out into Faith in you Jesus.
I see all of my pain, hurt, struggles, and sorrows.
All I seek is for you to heal them within me.
So all shall see your Miracles within me daily.
I am so desperately seeking you to use me.
To reveal yourself to everyone within my path.
So many beautiful friends of mine struggling.
People that been there for me whom I love.
With your Love my Awesome Savior God.
 Dec 2016 yuki
Lois M
some men and women
will scale you from 1 to 10
like they have lived within
the outlines and inlines of your body,
like it's your fault the moon has craters
or a crow was born albino
or death is inevitable

but they have only seen
the curves of your waist
when they should have seen
the curves of your cerebrum,
blooming with constellations on every turn;
they have only seen
the bumps of your biceps
but they should have seen
the bumps of your big heart
pumping rivers of stardust on every cycle
because you are not a 1 nor a 5 nor a 10—
you are a hundred

it is not your fault that
you carry cosmos in your veins;
i am proud of you—
it must be difficult to handle
that much beauty and power

and this is why their scales
only last up to 10—
because they can only see
the milky way
when you are
the whole universe
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