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I'm so happy-
I've masturbated until I can't feel
and that's okay.
My hair is brittle;
the water's iron and so are you-
your love's a mess.
God is angry
because he doesn't have to exist
to be real.

Hipsters ruined liking Wes Anderson-
Bill Hicks was brilliant
and everyone is an intellectual.
Your ideas aren't yours-
your words are mine
and mine are yours.
Writing to be antidepressed,
because singing is for the shore,
for your shore.

Let's pick each other's psychology,
like we're removing clothes
or missing ads,
and get lost in each other's darkness,
because, "I love you,
I suppose.
I suppose."
 Oct 2014 Sharina Saad
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Blessed I am,
For You have loved me
And I know forever You will.

You have never forsaken me
Despite all the sins I have done
And all the shortcomings I had.

Wherever I go, I feel safe
Coz I know You are my companion
Always there to guide me.

You heed my prayers
Showering blessings upon me
Giving me everything I need
Even though I do not ask
Coz You have already planned a great life for me.
Oh Father Almighty,
With all my heart, I thank Thee!
I just feel so blessed right now! :)
All thanks to the Almightly One!

This is a poem I made to thank God for the blessing I received today. With Him, nothing is impossible. :)
 Oct 2014 Sharina Saad
Jack
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Violins sing of purest flame,
alluring harmonies warm the air
Heart beat crescendos keep time
as ember’d flutes whisper beauty
and misty cellos lull wondrous dreams
on the aria of our love

Treble clef desires
curve softly upon your tender heart
while clarinets breathe amorous
melodies of soothing affection,
enchanting serenades
caress our every silent sigh

Forever playing an eternal
symphony of fire,
burning euphonious,
heated temptations
in ever lasting
*orchestral bliss
Inspired by a conversation with an angel who has completely touched my heart
As we cocoon ourselves
We insulate life
That we love most
From the affection of our desire ...

The white rose
Of Aries
So beautiful to behold
The evil of destruction
Comes so bold ...

Trust on one another
Is so important
To do or die
Or cry ...

It’s a rare and precious time
To realize what we have gained
Not only love and friendship
But completeness of our souls ...

As the Story goes
They say when we are writing our words
The words we only see
When in truth we see it all ...

Seeing them again
Knowing they have that something special
We can’t help but see the stranger
That we have become ...*

Debbie Brooks 2014
What have we become?
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