God is Good
1.For the Lord knoweth the way of the righteous:
but the way of the ungodly shall perish.
2.God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Trust in the LORD with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways ... more »
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God is Good Poems
that poor child
She's been abandoned, she's been abused, in so many different ways. Yet she wants to find love,
Momma go look for me in my room, but I anin't there. Praying to God for a sign, saying I'm still here.
my tears; rain
Theres a dark cloud heading our way.... The roar of the thunder scares everyone away... The flash of lightning makes everyone scream... Theres a thunderstorm... that's what it seems..
Letter to My inner enemy
Where do I go from here? ... I'm so confused as of who I am... I don't think like me anymore... you've took me in,
Guys look and drool.... turning girls to their fools.... They get excited, dont even try to fight it...
You torture me for hours, I don't scream, I won't cry,
font color=fusiaMY Dearest Little Ema ...
Dearest little Ema, here you lay in my lap, I'm looking down at you. Your chubby little cheeks makes me smile,
I sit up alone at night… In my mind I hear the screams of fright… Which puts a smile on my face.. As I remember the scenes from today..
When darkness comes; I'll be there
When the skies turn red, and the air is thick, you can believe I won't be afraid. When the ground cracks open,
Awkward letter to Mother
Mother, I know not your name, nor your smile, or voice.
I stand out here in the rain, all alone and cold. Hoping I wont feel the pain. I can't, or atleast that's what i was told.
you there, are mines!
Sitting in the middle of a crowded room, everyone stares...whispers, I don't care... They run when I'm around...
So you think...
You stare in my eyes, saying you can hear my every desire, see my every thought, feel my every fear.
so misbehaved! (haha...i think)
Uh-oh! ... I've done it again! Oh no! ... I've let my bad side win.
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Edgar Allan Poe
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that poor child
She's been abandoned,
she's been abused,
in so many different ways.
Yet she wants to find love,
feels she needs a friend,
still longing for the day.
One minute she's a cruel one,
quite hard to get along with.
Then the next she's a sweet heart,
wondering what it'd be like to be kissed.
You'd see her once and she's angry,
at no one in particular.
Then, twice, and she's crying
wondering why no one likes her.
She's never been hugged,
or ever told that she's preety.
She's forced to suck it up,
and hold it all in.
Oh dear, what a ...