Hailee Dilworth Nov 2017

we need, in our lives, a way to express ourselves that is more than just emojis.
this constant need to type out our feelings
instead of expressing them for how they truly are.

and it seems to me
that we crave the intuition;
the creativity;
the imagination
that no child is being taught.

we’re building a nation of people who are living inside a box instead of thinking outside of it.  
a nation in which we beg for a mental capacity
and tell people to, “dream big!”
while we sit them in front of a screen
and remind them that it is...

only a dream.

so how do we blossom our youth
when we water them with hope,
and then plant them in a world
in which they cannot grow?

how can we ask them to express what they feel
and dream as large as they want,
when we are the ones
who put the screen in front of them
and cut away their individuality
until creativity is only a talent,
not a need.

we are the ones raising the next generation
of those who do not understand
that life is not the green
nor the work that comes with it.
but the exciting dreams
and the what we learn from it.

it’s irritating how the world pushes for creativity but wants everyone to be the same at the same time
no one is the same and we never will be.
ShowYouLove Aug 2017

I come before you now and I lay down at your feet
I come before you now with the weight of this day
I come before you now in Humble praise and joyful Adoration
I come before you now to show honor and thanksgiving

I praise you for your goodness and for another day of living
I praise you for your love and mercy brand new every sunrise
I praise you for your grace and peace that stills my restless soul
I praise you for the gifts you give and blessings from my life's role

I sit at your feet and listen to all you have to say
You walk by my side and give me the spirit to illuminate my way
I sit at the table and take in the great feast and try to go out and to share with the least

I lay down my burdens my stresses my troubles and tears
You raise me up with strength and peace give me rest and quiet my fears
I lay my heart before you bruised, broken and unclean
You lift my eyes towards Heaven and to yourself bruised and broken so I could be redeemed

I fight surrender even though surrendering is the only way to win the fight
I don't let go of the chains that bind me
When you don't let me go and I cling to the one who sets me free
I don't trust you enough to completely be open
But you can be trusted completely, trust me, I know

With all of my faults I try to run away and hide
But you love me the same and run to me to bring me by your side
How great this love that I don't deserve
It's painfully obvious how much you love us if we stop to observe!

Written at St. Patrick's Catholic Church at Adoration tonight
Temporal Fugue Jul 2017

I need more money Boss
this here, it, just ain't workin
feeling like Bonanza's Hoss
second rate type, of actor person

I think a couple K a month
would make me more, than happy
an hour lunch, I have a hunch
wouldn't be, all that damn crappy

So hit up the Execs, and management
and let me know, real soon
I don't mean any disparagements
if they're steppin up, I'll sing, a different, tune

Ok, I didn't bring it up, my boss did, and, I'm not complaining :D
Paul Jones May 2017

I might see further,      should I bounce belief
on the bending rule      and raise my thinking.

18:00 - 02/05/17
Mazen Edlibi Mar 2017

"I'm not committed"!!!
Easy in saying... Deep in impact it leaves!
As a "Tribe" we raise... As a "Tribe" we Heal and Grow!
I don't belong anymore to "Tribe"!
Where do I belong then!
Where my soul will be straying around!
Where will be my home!
That is the quest!
Peace be upon you all!

Marte Lindholm Oct 2016

Hello, my love
I miss you quite terribly
I am not okay but I will be fine
If you just stay here with me

I wasn't looking for love when I met you
But that was exactly what I found
A love so strong it never died
Even though we’re thousands of miles apart

When I see you I feel happy
When I see you I feel safe
You raise me up
Even when I am at my worst

Months without you was hell
But here you are
With me again
I will not let you go

One day we'll meet
And then you'll be mine
Don't leave me waiting too long
I belong in your life and you in mine

Don't you see
Others will never be the same
It is only you
It will always be you

Please give me another chance
Give us another shot
I promise you it will be good
I promise you it will be worth it

I dream about you every day and night
So please come here in my arms
And let me kiss your lips
And feel your presence

I don’t want to be sad
But without you I am
So please don’t go
I just want to be yours

I will tell you something my dear
And remember this forever
I have always loved you
And I always will

Gabe Jul 2016

This is my promise: I will raise my kids right.
I will never raise my voice to them.
I will never raise my hand to them.
I will lay not a single finger to them.
I will never threaten to kick them out.
I will never drag them from our home.
I will never threaten to harm them.
When they do wrong, I shall teach them accordingly.
Not with anger in my voice,
Nor with fury in my hands.
Shall they wrong me, I will calmly explain as to what they did wrong.
I will not purposely anger them.
Nor will I manipulate them.
If I find me to be in the wrong, I will admit it, and I will not twist my wronging to make them in the wrong.
I will raise them right.
Not with anger or threats.
If they be gay, bi, or straight, they will always have a bed.
Should they be trans or not, my arms will always be open.
No matter what wrongings they have committed, I will never speak with rage.
They are my children, and they deserve respect.
They are humans, and deserve to be treated as humans.
Not as a dog that has torn the couch,
Or soiled the bed.
No matter what, I will be kind and gentle.
Never will I drive them away, nor shun them.
This is my promise: I will raise my kids right. With love and kindness.

Respect is not earned. It is always a given.
andromeda Mar 2015

you raised me from hell
an angel by my side
there, even when you fell
a soul in which to confide
you knew me well
my thoughts, i could not hide
secrets you would never tell
the ocean of my tide

lX0st Jan 2015

Eyes too afraid to see
A voice too scared to speak
My hands chained together
Legs far, far too weak

Waiting for secure arms
That, around me, make me greater
You have but strengthened my soul
My lover, my savior

^ ≠ religion
NewAgeOfAnarchy Jan 2015

there five types of anarchists
Type 1: Their some anarchist talk about anarchy.
Type 2: Their is those who read about anarchy.
Type 3: Their those who write about anarchy.
Type 4: Their those start movements about anarchy
Type 5: Their those who raise hell for anarchy.

2015 copyright Michael Cross
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