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To my life, she adds a million times more lustre;
Through thick and thin, and shine and dust-
Her advice has guided me through each dead end.
And I call her my best friend.

With blindfolded eyes,I place in her endless trust,
For I know, in every adversity, she'll protect me as my crust.
My each impaired emotion,she can easily mend;
And I call her my best friend.

Her presence, for my subsistence, is a must:
For she brings out my best, in ways most just.
She supported me,even when life changed its blend,
And I call her my best friend.

When I was challenged in life's most stormy gusts,
She stood by me, as tough as a bust.
She shows me the correct path, away from the fiend;
And I call her my best friend.

I want to thank you- for all that you've done,
Your worth is appreciated in the highest tons!
I shall always be here, should you need a shoulders' lend;
As I have called you my best friend.
Holy Lord God! I love Thy truth,
Nor dare Thy least commandment slight;
Yet pierced by sin the serpent's tooth,
I mourn the anguish of the bite.

But though the poison lurks within,
Hope bids me still with patience wait;
Till death shall set me free from sin,
Free from the only thing I hate.

Had I a throne above the rest,
Where angels and archangels dwell,
One sin, unslain, within my breast,
Would make that heaven as dark as hell.

The prisoner sent to breathe fresh air,
And blest with liberty again,
Would mourn were he condemn'd to wear
One link of all his former chain.

But, oh! no foe invades the bliss,
When glory crowns the Christian's head;
One look at Jesus as He is
Will strike all sin forever dead.
 Apr 2016 Natasha Ivory
Li
stitch
 Apr 2016 Natasha Ivory
Li
I stitched
your name
here
in my chest

and every time
someone got too close
don't touch this,
this is not yours

was what I always said

people came
and people left

I still waited

but one day
the stitch ―
your name
untangled itself.
 Apr 2016 Natasha Ivory
Evynne
I could tell you what I think
But most don't care to listen
I try not to waste my time on people like that
Because why would I?
There are people who will literally **** all of the energy out of you
Treating you like a sponge when you are really a sun
There's no remedy for people like this
And they're everywhere
Hidden predators in a pasture full of succulent prey
Which way did they come from?
We may never know.

I am a bright and burning sun and I radiate positive energy from my core
It extends millions of miles outside of me
I am desirable in that aspect
Fueling the thirst of treacherous thieves who can't survive without me
I am precious in that aspect
And you'd think they'd treat me as so
But greed is greed, a viscious and disgusting monster which only continuously grows stronger
And I cannot save them.

I know what it's like to be brave enough to offer your whole self to the world
Glistening energy and all
Only to have it tarnished and chased after by those whose only desire is to take and to take

I am too much in the same way that I am never enough.

I am always getting taken from.
But I do not cry because I am like this
I am whole and perfect and special no matter how much they try to take from me
For I am constantly filling back up
And burning ever brighter.  

I cry for those who aren't a sun,
But a thunderous black hole.
How they must suffer.
I cry for them because that is the only thing left to do
And at least they won't try to consume these tears of mine too
But yet, I hope to water them as so...
Thinking that maybe, someday, they might bloom into a flower, which eventually transforms into a sun.

But I am a dreamer.
And what's done is done.

By: Evynne Doue
Society scoffs when a man
holds hands with a man. Shakes
their head at a                  woman kissing
another woman.                        For-fidelity to them
is between the                              opposite. When
it's between                                      love and love
Rainbows are                                        for the outcasts
of society. Yet                                                  for innocent
children Where                                                same genders
holds hands with                                                    out a problem
These colors                                                          represent a place
where a ***                                                                  of gold exists
 Apr 2016 Natasha Ivory
wordvango
where a dollar separates you from being broke
or rued some fellar' stealin' your broad.
down the blue collar road in the land
of Alabam' ?

ever been a shill for a thief or the cuckolded
ole stooge standin' in the wake of the love
hurricane?

Ever noticed another man's woman?
Or tried to pet his dog when he was gone?
Stole a glance at some beauty,
way outside your reach?

Been immobile no phone or
wherewithal wet breeches and droopy
jowled, alone in Mobile?

But the skies are so blue,
the song said it true.
Down in Alabam'
The feeling of excitement,
The rush of adrenaline that courses through your veins.
Makes you want to jump up and run
and just keep on running.

The feeling where you just want to go and not stop,
To stop what you are doing and go discover the world.
To let fate decide what will happen next.

Wanting to live life, and experience as much as you can
before you get to old.
Meet new people and go new places,
to make dreams become reality.

The feeling of adventure,
the feeling that something exciting will happen any moment.
The moment that everyone waits.
The moment were you won't wait anymore.
I get this feeling a lot
Why am I ugly?
Am I a beautiful creature?
Or a disastrous piece of trash?
I'm no handsome person

Do these things really have a factor?
The looks? wealth? or their past?
Because this things really stood out
I don't deserve to have a Snow White

No one seems to like me except my family and my God
I look like a bacteria attacking your body
Waiting for someone to sterilize me
And slowly die and she's now happy

We mingled together
Like in a span of 120 days
In which the erythrocytes die and be replaced again
In order for you to be healthy again, EMOTIONALLY HEALTHY

My life today is ****
Always be excreted
Meant to be excreted
Feelings to be excreted not to be recycled

My feelings are easily produced
When you see and feel that girl who is special
Your heart beats fast
And nervous like watching a horror movie

I received a thunderstruck
A scar to the heart
An emotion that couldn't be determined
A HEART BREAK

I am an ugly duckling
I look **** and ******
With a face that looks like rice fields and corn fields
No one cares
#wew
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