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Jorge Diaz Sep 2017
Part 1

I come to you with openness
Conviction
Revelation
With truthfulness

We need to be Opposite
Different
Influence
By Jesus

Humanities
Influence
Weakness
Is found in material things

We need to leave our mark in history
Not by what we can see
Physically
But by what we cannot see
Spiritually

There is a war
For our soul
Don’t lose
Control

For many are covered in darkness
Emptiness
Hopeless
In blindness

We need to bring the light
Shine
Bright
Into their life's

Because humans are like a water stream
They go
With the flow
Don’t understand what’s beneath

For they are deceived
With unbelief
Angry
Cannot forgive

Pride
Lies
Fights
And everything in between

Part 2

Commandments from one through ten
Freely chosen
Broken
Did not listen

Women and men
Following the Serpent
Their spirit affected
Now dead

Offend
The one who gives them
In His book written
Mention

His affection
Listen
Pay attention
All humans

We are His children
Lesson
Not rejection
Autumn love demonstration

We have fallen
But we are not demolish
Destruction
Will come to Satan

From beginning to end
He planed
To Send
His only son for redemption

Crucifixion
Dead
Blood red
Sins forgiveness

Three days rose
From life to death
From death to life
Site-Eye

On the Man who changed history
For all humanity
Spiritual
Eternity

Jesus is that Men
Come to HIM today.
Amen
V Sep 2017
They say, "Skies the limit."

But I can't even lift my feet.
I have no motivation anymore.
Lady Grey Sep 2017
This fearful love is typing paragraphs of texts that never get sent
The butterflies whenever she’s near
The longing looks
The aching heart
The wet pillowcases in the night

This fearful love is a silent struggle
With myself and with her
It’s a downhill slide
When there’s no hope
Or chance of finding peace with this

Fearful love
Brianna Sep 2017
What do you do when you're--
loopy with feelings,
completely and utterly,
smitten?

What do I do about the-
thoughts in my head,
screaming and yelling,
that I need to stop fearing the word,
Love?

He's wonderful and perfect and--
as sweet as pie,
as cute as a button,
and I simply adore everything about
him.
Seema Sep 2017
I feel sick,
Sick of your
Presence!
I rather pick,
Pick myself up
With my senses
You see me weak
But I am strong
You won't get
What you seek
...Your thinking is
So wrong!
Stop showing
Me, that you care
People with golden
Hearts are so rare
You are not
One of them, liar!
Stop temperamenting
My mood, else you'll
Burn in hell's fire
Of your hopeless,
Madeup stories
Let me live in peace
Without any
anxieties and worries...

©sim
How it was few years back.
Tuffy Mutombo Sep 2017
Lie to me
Tell me that you love me

At least this way I know you are
Telling the truth
hannah Sep 2017
the dining of open flesh,
bares its bitter bourbon taste of silence
into a room masking ****** with romance.

the disguise of trampled hedonistic elegance
from dead mouths, liberates black moons, stolen
from charcoal hairs of blood fed suns.

the devil pleads golden,
rinsing off broken souls,
pushing them to their belonging tides of famished sea.

lathering ashed breast bones prepare starving vessels
into hissing snakes, into a porcelain face.

banking celestial existence weeps into tortured passions,
feasting on self destruction.

a desired blackened grave blooms venom,
knotting its unnoticed self to daring victims,
harvesting a norm of perpetual sin,
dwelling real and unchangeable; like gravity.

the dining of open flesh,
swears its inevitability.
Lizzy Sharples Sep 2017
Glorious display of light
Sought in the blackest night
Beautiful bright
But out of sight
Clouds cover
The wondrous view our eyes covet

Can't touch rainbows hue
Approach and colours undo
Vanish from view
Whenever pursued
In cloud revealed
But when chased concealed

Whether hidden or unattainable
It's like all beauty is unavailable
This perspective unsustainable
I'll hope again when I'm able to
I'll find myself again somehow
But I'm out of reach right now
Zoë Green Sep 2017
My arrow drives deeply into his neck and knees by halves

I draw the arrow out drowning him in his own blood

Shifting my aim across the bow

I curve out my knife, look at the wound

clutch it like it's me who's dying

That's the day I stopped believing in hopeless life
Wounded Warrior Sep 2017
It feels like I'm barely surviving...
I'm crawling on the floor trying to keep going.
Just when I think I can lay on the ground &rest..
I get buried alive.
I tell myself its ok, don't panic.
They warned you this would happen.
And I claw my way out of the dirt.
Again & again it happens.
The darkness & heaviness covers me so often.
That I wonder when will be the time that I will just lay there buried alive, close my eyes and let the air finally leave my body.
I don't know how much fight I have left in me.
How much can one person take?
I keep clawing my way up to the light.
But the darkness feels so much easier to lay in.
It won't be like this forever I tell myself.
One day you will get up and run joyfully where you want to go.
Hold on a little longer... don't let go.
This isn't the end.
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