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  • Rookie dustin foster (2/7/2015 9:09:00 AM)

    The prison cell In your mind you sit Your mind consumed by the darkness that creeps at the bottom. You want the normal things In life love,sex,overall blinding happiness. Put you can only see it through the bars rusty cold grimy steel bars.. I sit in my prison cell tears in hands Hands on eyes cowarding in the corner wishing i could be on the other side join society blindly prancing about. Instead im stuck in a hell a prison cell that i caused out of my own bad habbits as a child still a child..sensitive but strong But stubborn Now in my cell i see the cloud of darkness is stretched around my cell an those of my common felons Who lead an everyday life who have depleted an turned into monsters. For some reason i feel an bearing to serve them justice to atone for my own sins or sins i want to commit. But i am not worthy enough for that honor.because that would make me a hypocrite.a felon of my own sins yes but a hypocrite no.honor as a felon is all i have goin for me but it also destroys me if i lose my honor i might as well be shived In my prison cell...

  • Rookie Angelo Mateus (6/13/2013 9:01:00 AM)

    Im making a song out of this... i know its anonymous but... how can i let the author know? lol

  • Rookie A Aa (1/12/2012 6:39:00 PM)

    You don't love me over here anymore
    because city lights don't glimmer on my marble floor.

    And every kiss that i gave you, you never went searching for.
    Waiting gently for you to tell me that you want more.

    Your soul still lies empty
    as you think about the past.
    And wishing you had the things,
    you know would never last.
    Why can't you move on and focus on what's ahead,
    you'd rather dread misery, dispair and loss of love instead.

    But i see on you a light,
    shining a ray of hope,
    right now its not much,
    but the tip of a saving rope.
    Soon you'll be pulled near and forget all of your fear,
    as the dawn breaks in you, the Spirit will soon draw near.

    And love will be your new home,
    where your heart can rest and sleep.

    you can bask in the light shown,
    where the living water runs deep.

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Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to ...

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