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We often judge others, by what they do, and say,
Gossip about someone spreads like a sunlight ray,
You know when others, like and agree, with you,
Many say nothing, no recognition, or praise,
We should take time to examine ourselves,
Our life, words, and actions are the very same way.
Small things we do on any day, if we accept,
Keep and practice, they become a habit, every day,
The earth is our stage, we are the actors, today,
Like those before, our part will be eliminated,
As will our character, in this current life’s play,
Where next, practice positive now, learn to pray.

The Original: Tom Maxwell© 4/6/2022 AD
12:00 pm
Time is slowly ticking away
I wish you could hear all I have to say
It's clear to me that you're one of a kind
And I don't plan to leave it all behind
It seems all I do these days is cry
And think of times where we could both fly
I laugh now, because you had me there
What happened, your hearts gone somewhere?
Open your eyes and look up straight
It's me standing there, it's not too late
Maybe you're unsure, maybe even afraid
But my hearts the one your presence invades
It's always been you, who makes it all click
And yea I overthink, I admit it makes me sick
I've walked the line before and have gone on alone
But I've wished for you here, something God's always known
If what you shared was honest and the things you said are true
Then take a leap of faith and let me go with you

Hi its me again
Yes the one that hears your pain
Had a tough week?
Minds restless and could not sleep

Maybe music could help
Makes you reflect pieces of yourself
Don't wander into the void
Into the emptiness of a world destroyed

Calm your nerves down
Praying, crying, hoping it will turn around
Now slowly drift away
Into a dream and keep your demons at bay
Demons of the past caught up
jiwon Mar 2021
you would light the candle on your desk
just as your mother told you
and you would pray
just as she told you.

i wish i could have been with you.
Payton Mar 2021
"Oh God," she says, hands clasped together, fingers entwined, knees bent.  
He doesn't answer; /he does.
/he answers with earnest, continued, devoted worship,
head bowed, eyes closed, his mind devoid of all else but this
—this soul-shaking, earth-shattering pleasure, this blessed communion between man and woman,
the Holy Spirit an undoubted ****** through the candlelight,
this holy practice wherein they do some of their finest praying.
This poem was written in 2020.
Nikkie Jan 2021
Have I done enough praying in my life,
to have brought to fruition, this caring man
that God sent my way?
He cares for me and how I feel,
he pulls my chair so I can sit.
He holds me close on the dance floor,
and beckons me to follow his masculine lead.
He raises his drink and toasts to my honor,
which makes me feel unbelievably special,
like winning our own private lottery drawing.
He puts me on his pedestal and holds me
in the highest regard.
But yet he still worries; will I always be,
the same me he sees every day.
Am I going to change who I’ve introduced him to?
Is my love for him going to change?
Are the words I pen from my heart, going to
end up hurting our divine connection?
I am here to stay for the long haul,
I am not afraid to share my feelings.
I dig this power that you emit my way.
That slow drag you had in the beginning
is still locked down inside my soul
agatha Jan 2021
i've never been one for surrendering to a higher being.
but if it only takes for the clasping of hands
and speaking into silence to finally, finally close the distance,

i lay down my sword
and kneel i shall.
Isabella Howard Dec 2020
The stars look crueler

As they watch you die

Beneath their light.

There are too many of them in the sky

With too much hate filling their eyes

They've seen hundreds of you before

They will see

Hundreds more

You think you deserve to be here

You've been praying quietly

These past few years.

You think you can hear them

Whispering about you

Above you

They knew you'd never make it

You know you don't belong

You know this mountain will be

Just as cold

Just as lonely

In two hundred years

As it is tonight

Finding warmth in a broken body

Found dead

By light

There are too many stars in the sky

With too much hate filling their eyes

They've seen hundreds of you before

They will see

Hundreds more

Did your family know you went terminal

When you booked that flight?

The way they held you as you said goodbye

You think they just might

You wish you could call home

With your last dying breath

And tell them you'll be gone

Someone finally chose your death

But that call will come

From an unknown number

From a voice too rough

Calling on a night

With too many stars

Filling up your sky

And from then on

Your sister wears a smile

That says she just wants to die
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