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Touching the grass,
i hear the nature sounds.
Is so good smell the grass,
during the morning sun.
-d.a
 Jan 2016 Harmony
Onoma
The naked trees
wore contoured
sunshine, as the
wind wondered
perfectly at them.
Then there came
a sense of seasons,
of surviving seasons--
watching them...calling
them by name.
This is a privilege,
to survive a cycle, and
call it by name.
To call them seasons
seems softer than cycles...
more long drawn.
Though, the fidelity of
their force is far beyond
our being seasoned.
We should not forget
that we're being watched
by a greater cycle, a
greater season.
Perspective is the luxury
afforded levels of consciousness...
forget-me-nots of wisdom.
 Jan 2016 Harmony
cosmos
It’s not everyday
That you meet someone
Who’d change the way
You perceive the world

It’s not everyday
That you meet someone
Who’d very slowly
Break down your walls
Like how a baby slowly learns to crawl

It’s not everyday
That you meet someone
Who’d make your life
Seem so interesting
Talk to you from morning till night
About your past, present, and even your future.

It’s not everyday
That you meet someone
Whom you could never stop talking to
Because even when the world around you is chaotic
You know that in that person
There is only peace and happiness
And love

It’s not everyday
That you meet someone
Who’d leave
As easily as how they came
As if nothing ever happened between you two
As if their absence is nothing to you
And despite all the pain
Despite all the tears
Despite all the months you spent
Thinking of what went wrong
You choose to love
Because what else can you do
When you’ve met the one
And they let go of you?
Hello I'm new here. It's nice to meet you all :)
Eddie Starr is a man of love
who lives to spread God's grace
consistently lifting fellow poets up
through encouragement's embrace

He thinks of others more than self
and his own dear heart does spend
to share the gospel of Jesus Christ
and to reach out to all as friend
***

"For we do not preach ourselves, but Jesus Christ as Lord, and ourselves as your servants for Jesus' sake. For God, who said, 'Let light shine out of darkness,' made His light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ.

"But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that His life may be revealed in our mortal body. So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you.  It is written: 'I believed; therefore I have spoken.' With that same spirit of faith we also believe and therefore speak, because we know that the One who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us with Jesus and present us with you in His presence. All this is for your benefit, so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause thanksgiving to overflow to the glory of God.

"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.  So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."  
~ 2 Corinthians 4:5-18
 Jan 2016 Harmony
Andy Cave
Alone(3)
 Jan 2016 Harmony
Andy Cave
I only want to smile
to feel all warm inside
someone to say they love me
every day and night.

I want to be romantic
write you my cheesy poems
so I search and I wait for love to appear
and my heart to not feel so alone.
 Jan 2016 Harmony
lk
Depression
 Jan 2016 Harmony
lk
depression*
noun* de·press·ion
1. a condition of general emotional dejection and withdrawal; sadness greater and more prolonged than that warranted by any objective reason.

Depression, he is his own person,
Just as I am my own.
His voice whispering deep and low,
Telling me it alright, grasping my hands tight
Pulling me into a close embrace once again tonight

I always find myself running to him
with all my pain, problems, tears, and hurt,
Into his arms open wide.
Pulling him closer in hope of comfort.
Falling in love with him over and over.
But also wanting pushing away
In hope of finding escape from the pain.
But I wouldn't ever leave him,
In fear of being alone in the darkness once again.

Depression, for he is his own person,
Just as I am my own.
Seeking happiness is no longer an option you see,
For I am in love with him,
and him with me.
 Jan 2016 Harmony
Harsh
A Dedication
 Jan 2016 Harmony
Harsh
this is just
a small piece
dedicated to
the sweetest stranger
I've ever met online
(not that I make a habit
of making new friends
on the internet).
Thank you for
always giving me
kind words
and warm wishes
and appreciating
the love that
I have to give.
To Sukeerti. Thank you so much for always reading and appreciating my words; I'm sorry I don't seem to reciprocate the gesture.
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