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showyoulove Dec 2024
Today I have found a new reality
A truth that shatters the common fallacy
It lies hidden just below the surface
It gives my life new meaning and purpose
There is a God: he's alive and moving
The mystery of life itself is proving
He is risen alleluia, and he is lifted high
Let the trumpets blare as his glories fill the sky
I am free to dance and free to sing
Praise and honor to the God and King
I am a new creation; I'll never be the same
For you called me and gave me a new name
I cannot live now the way I once did
But I'll keep the joy and wonder of a kid
I have a spirit of courage both gentle and bold
This Gospel of Life is ever new never old
It can't be sold, it can't be bought
A promise honored that wasn't forgot
It is the very word of God coming alive
It is to live this new reality that I will strive
Nichole Legg Dec 2024
When a book is worn, it's safe to assume it's been loved by many.
This year made me understand that the same should not be said for people.
Love should not wear you down, it shouldn't tear or wrinkle your pages.
I deserve to be treated like an autographed first edition.
Loved in such a way that I forget what it was like to collect dust on a shelf.
A love that smooths out the pages and appreciates every word that makes my story.
I wish to understand, I wish oh how I wish. Will I ever be thee one to hold a gun toward myself to have a last moment of thought, before I pull the trigger toward one and regret it a second before my purposeful end?

What shall one do, if they are trapped inside their mind as they rot in bed with the flu? What would you do if you were trapped by thoughts of death and purpose? would we all end up with the same end, or maybe a twist to the plot?

the questions I beg mercy for thee to answer, will never ever be enough for thee as I only gave my words, not my tongue, nor my throat. What can one give, to hold the answer of life? Nothing, as thee will never tell.
Going through it.
Who am I if I cannot think, cannot speak, and cannot show?

who may I be if my thoughts are a mess, are a muse, and are at war with me?

I want to be happy, be glad, and not ever, ever, be sad.

My thoughts are too deep, even for the most deepest people you'll ever meet. Am I one with my own ending? and ending of sorrow, confusion, and regret? Or am I the answer to what thee seek?
I wish to understand thee as I wish to understand me.
The kiss of death

they shall call upon the greatest sin of them all but, is it really a sin to find thee who make you feel a guilty pleasure of your own love and adversity ?
Second poem
Sean Achilleos Nov 2024
The age of plastic
Melted into a mould
Don't forget to subscribe to my channel
Don't forget to hit the Like button
See the comment section for the links down below
Because everyone's a star
Did you see her new post???
It received more Likes than his
Shall we post something outrageous?
Grab everyone's attention
We could express our thoughts on things we know nothing about
Let's meet online
Create a total fake ID
I could choose my hobbies according to your preferences
I could tell you exactly what you'd like to hear
But remember I may not be found in this game
The real me will not be present
I could choose my height and weight
But when we meet in the flesh
I will not resemble the image
People envy me for the life I (don't) have
But yet I try to combat my battles
I try to pay my bills
And tomorrow we'll all suffer the consequences
of lives built on cheap thrills
Oh, and don't forget to BUY NOW
While love's on special
For one week only
sean achilleos
26 Nov. '24
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