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Grace E Apr 2019
Broken people
Break people
Starving
For a savior
Bill got locked up
Served 20 years
In that monument to human failure
He spent every day
Picking over how
He’s always failed
His dad left him
His school flunked him
And now he is jailed
**** of the earth
Or at least that how he feels
Caged like an animal
Buried alive
Behind doors of steel
Slowly he fades
He rots in his mind
And his family forgets him
Leaves him behind
His world grows darker
His youth starts to dim
Paying for his lack of mercy
To people
Who never showed mercy to him
Grace E Apr 2019
Two souls, convicted indeed
Two worlds apart
Yet both with an incessant need
To be heard,
To be blatantly understood
One, too black & white
One, too metaphorical for their own good
Opposites attract,
As astranged as they may seem
The preacher needs the parables
That the poet can dream
The poet needs the truth
On which they can expand
They are like two different instruments
Playing for the same band
This was inspired by CS Lewis, who was a great book writer/preacher who married a poetic woman. And Billy Graham who was also a preacher/book writer who married a woman who wrote beautiful  poetry. It makes me hopeful for my marriage. Because I am a very poetic soul and my husband is very “straight and narrow“ yet we utterly adore each other. We seem to have a similar dynamic to these.
Grace E Apr 2019
I’m alive... somewhat
At least I was at sometime
If my life were on a numerical scale
I’d be on the negative side of the number line
Life taken, an eternal sedative
Yes, I’m alive,
But alive in the negative
The life I’ve unlived
The darkness I’ve tread
The life that was taken
That left me undead
I’m a villain darling,
But not by choice you see,
I didn’t choose the vampire life
It chose me
The red on my lips isn’t makeup
A monster, with a deceiving human eye
I know I look good, but..

I’m the bad guy
Been watching Vampire movies
Grace E Apr 2019
You want perfection,
But aren’t willing to put in the work
To achieve it.
You get upset and say
“You’re burning down my paradise.”
But “your paradise” is dry enough to burn
Because you haven’t watered it.
All in all
You’re a bad gardener.
Grace E Apr 2019
Her vast history rises in flames
To lose her is such a sin
Perhaps the bells of Notre Dame
Will never ring again
It is so haunting to watch a beautiful peice of history that has stood through 2 world wars and is so monumental rise is smoke and flame. My heart is heavy today for Paris. My heart is heavy for Notre Dame. :(
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