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Kellin Aug 2018
do you or don’t you have a girl-
friend? if you do, is she prettier
than me? if you do, do you
sleep around on her?
if you do, would
you sleep with me?
even if you don’t
have a girlfriend,
would you pretty
please sleep with
me? have you ever
slept with a student?
if you have, was she
prettier than me? even
if you’ve never slept
with a student, would
you pretty please sleep
with me? is this over-
whelming attraction
really mutual, or
is my believing
that just a sign
of impending
insanity? is my

lunacy on the
horizon, or is
it already here?
Alyssa Underwood Jun 2016
O darkest night, what are you for?
Sometimes to wrestle, sometimes to rest
But always to cling to Jesus more

Though senses are dulled, desires awaken
Aching grows stronger, inhibitions are taken
Less seeing, less hearing, more hunger, more longing
Answers are dimming while questions are thronging

More drilling, more filling
The canyons of my soul
More boring, more pouring
Himself into the hole
More stretching, more catching
Away my gasping breath
More tearing, more sharing
In the union of His death
"But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them *******, that I may gain Christ and be found in Him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ--the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith. I want to know Christ and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in His sufferings, becoming like Him in His death, and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.

"Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."  
~ Philippians 3:7-14

~~~
Aa Harvey Aug 2018
Brooding to breed.


Brooding to breed, too eager to feed,
To create this thing, inside your tummy.
In a rush to give life, before you have even lived.
Needing a baby, whilst you yourself are still a kid.


It sounds so nice, to become a Mother and Wife;
But what of your future?  Are you sure you’re mature enough?
Have you truly experienced this thing called life enough?
And will not regret the missed chances,
You could have had without this child.


Are you sure, you can really provide,
For the entirety of this child’s adolescent life?
Do you have a partner, who will never walk away?
When things get too bad, are you sure they will stay?


Can you truly cope and be sure you can give this child all it needs?
Are you sure this man is truly worthy?
Of being a father and are you sure you can be a good Mother?
If he’s not or you’re not sure;
Maybe an abortion you should consider.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Mary Frances Aug 2018
Time.
Patience.
Understanding.
Why are people too
shallow with these things?

Promises.
Wishes.
Dreams.
Why do people
play with what they bring?

TRUST.
FAITH.
LOVE.
Why is it so easy for people
to trample on their meaning?
I've been thinking a lot lately about these things. As well as those ironic feelings when people told me they love me but they are being too shallow in understanding and accepting who I am and what I do.
LCP Aug 2018
Is ignorance bliss?
Or is it simply lying to another?
Are you keeping them for yourself?
Or taking their air?
Smother.

Is it being so honest that the truth is blunt?
Or is it keeping loved ones away from the true battlefront?

Honesty can be
Intimidating
Chaotic
&
Rarely confessed
So here’s the question you must answer:
Is it better to keep a lie tidy?
Or reveal that the truth is a mess?
veritas Aug 2018
red stains, fading, cracked, scented

     if i kissed your prints, would they kiss me back?

sighs, thoughts, spaces between prints

     spaces between words, between parted lips and floating thoughts the world! is so crowded with space but yours is the one i want to fill .

     but where are the lines? lines of loss, lines of lawns, lines of ink and rips and more stains and letters, in the hands and on the pavement

where are the lines?

why won't you go there?

why do you hover in these foul, indomitable spaces? why do you seek that which you should not?

     if the shadow of lines slinks in your quiet expression, then why are you still here?

     if the echo of your soft face lingers in my hands, if the whisper of your breath and the heat of your skin still singes my own, then why do you disappear?

lovely wraith, lovely memory of a thing that once was, why do you sit so alone?

because i am coming to your space, and if you can see me, of shadow and fog, then i will meet you there,

     on a line of our own.

>because it's a death premeditated and i can see it unfolding,

     sharp wounding painful

and the discourse in the sky is telling me so, yet why do i keep walking west?
lots of questions (this isn't a poem of answers. don't look for one).
Lynnia Aug 2018
I ask you a question in my head
Your memory responds in kind
Neither you nor I can figure out
Why you’re always on my mind
You’re a ghost, a wraith, without a voice
Yet loud and clear I always find
The answer’s balanced on your tongue
But for once you choose not to speak your mind
The secrets hid behind your lips
are what I crave; I wish to find
Why didn’t you hold it all inside?
Why so unafraid to speak your mind?
At least that’s how it used to be
Someday, together, alone, we’ll find
A drop to quench my burning flame:
Why are you always on my mind?
I’m confused.
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