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Quicksand
Read more: QuicksandA world that breaksA world that bendsShredding heartsAnd breaking bedsIdeas are bleedingSinking sandScattered hopesAnd shattered plans
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The End
Read more: The EndEvery word is a puzzle I struggle to speak Every thought or idea Slips out of my reach I stumble, I fumble I can’t find my feet The letters escape And my pen skips a beat When all that I want When all that is mine Is summed up in perfectly Haphazard lines The flow…
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The Dissonance
Read more: The DissonanceThis is what I don’t understand How can I walk this out When I see no place to land? This is where I can’t comply My emotions inspire passion But my heart tends to lie I have to decide who I’m doing this for Is it me or is it Him? Is it “and” or…
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Not a Phase
Read more: Not a PhaseHow do you love me?Can you count the ways? The days?How long before I’m only a phase?Before you’re full of contempt and resent my teary face?Because life’s never been easyAnd people lack grace Do you really and truly love me?Do you have compassion to spare?Do you care?About my thoughts, my heartWould you ever even dare?Because…
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Rain Rain
Read more: Rain RainRain, rain Go away Don’t look back Another day Don’t lose sight Don’t demean It’s okay Just don’t retreat Let them win Let them spin Let it go Just let it skim Never to Retaliate My God alone Will vindicate – Written November 7, 2020 As corruption reveals itself in broad daylight
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My Struggle
Read more: My StruggleLaziness is a fruit of complacency. The root of all bitterness is self-righteousness and, ultimately, pride. These are difficult things for me to accept, because both of these things (laziness and bitterness) have a tendency to crop up in my everyday life. But I would rather be vulnerable and admit it (so I can move…
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My Thanks to You
Read more: My Thanks to YouYou inspire art in me Brighter than the brightest sea Whatever happens, good or bad My thanks to you Eternally -Written September 30, 2012 when I found a silver lining
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Beauty for Ashes
Read more: Beauty for AshesThose who sow with tearsWill reap with songs of joyThose who go out weepingShall return and shall enjoyThey’re carrying their sheaves with themThey’re carrying a songThe pain is gone foreverAnd they’re singing all day long Mourning turns to dancingDepression turns to songHe takes the old and broken thingsAnd breaks them ’til they’re strongAshes turn to…
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Vanishing Act
Read more: Vanishing ActHelloHow’s it going?It’s been far too very longI’ve been practicing my melodyAnd singing a new songSalut etCoucouI’ve been waiting for a timeIt’s good to see you once againIt’s good to see you smileWaitPlease don’t goFriend, we’ve hardly talked at allYou’ve hardly said a word Or a sentence, big or smallYou’ve barely said a thing —…
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The Cure
Read more: The CureI am my mood My mood is me Speaking Whispering So softly A kiss of the wind A gentle breeze A song I sing So longingly Stillness settles What mood is this? Content to stand Or kneel Or sit I have a hunger Of this I’m sure But how I find it That’s the cure…