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Buried Alive"Buried Alive"

They pronounced me dead

Those fools! Those morons!

Maybe I would have come back to consciousness

If they had only given me more time

I was with them during the whole week

I heard everything they said

And saw every movement they made

I felt every needle they stuck me with

But I could not express through lids

Of eyes staring forward

I tried so hard to move them

All I wanted was to say I'm here

But I could not express the pain

Trapped in my coma I was

And helpless to respond to the decisions

Made for me for my own safety

Those idiots in white had thought maybe

I would come to by dawn

But I didn't respond physica
Decay Along the Beaten Path
What if...?
The time carries on, by and by
languid, lethargic, and seemingly lacking...
No rest for the working man,
has made my limbs weak and brittle.
No push lies against my back,
no pull of my feet along the given path.
Mr. Sandman, repay me my memory in full.
This lack of alleviation makes me to be some sort of fool.
A heart so torn as to my mind, many lacerations...
Though the scars are back home,
where left I, my soul.
Hindered, the mindless drone before you,
as I understand not even my own actions.
Be this change or some phase,
I wish it to end,
as I grow weary of this
over sized bump in the road.
Forever may it be m
FaithI love your belief in God.

Not because it matches mine. 

Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.



You are the dream I always wanted, but never had. 


(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)

It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.

I want to wrap my prayers around you.

I want to press my lips to the segments of your body. 

If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours

and dream your nightmares for you.


(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)

In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wis
Where Spirits MeetIn the luster of unseen wisdom
the forest soaks the years as we
fall back into arms of the Goddess,
to be forged into the breath
of a new dawn
In the forest, life beckons
unity so dreams may blossom
and unfold to an audience of mortal
hands reaching towards the sky
seeking respite from the synthetic
landscapes chastising their minds
Within an earthen sea of green
esoteric forces confiscate
human perceptions, unlocking
hidden senses
The voice of the primeval future
hangs in the mists, haunting reality;
seducing those who dare to listen
to the leaves curling onto branches
or the song of water flowing
in streams - a commun
LingerieEvery woman owns one garment
that remains tucked away,
saved for special occasions
when it will be seen.

It is almost always midnight
black, or blood red, and
covered in lace, or made
of mesh, soft and delicate
as the skin it covers.

Such things should be hidden,
lest the owner be labeled
as something other than "lady."

It has a power we can't
control, one that transforms
denim and cotton clad
ragdolls into Barbies,

perfectly proportioned plastic,
smooth and flawless hourglasses
that turn on command.

We groan and flinch
as satin strings pull us
apart and together,
and heartstrings are plucked
as we scrutinize our reflection;

we are not
Just About a Year AgoJust about a year ago,
You answered with "I guess,"
When I asked you if I could be the girl by your side,
The one you smiled down on, the one your friends all knew
Whom you introduced to Mom and Dad as your girlfriend.

Just about a year ago,
Was when I first held your hand.
I should have known then where it was going to lead:
To phone calls and text messages and all those wonderful hugs
From the first time, to right before we said goodbye the last.

Just about a year ago,
We drove around together.
You had no license, so I did it,
But you always felt bad,
Such a gentleman.

Just about a year ago,
I found out some of what makes yo
TrustTrust.

Hard to gain.
                             But easily lost.

The effects will always remain.
                                                           Unless we pay the cost.

Instead of abiding by t
We Can Make Reams From The TreesIt is
waiting
for newspaper

to turn
crisp,
and yellow

then red.

Autumn
novelized,
no more

stories
of winter
and

dying.

How about
we
circle our

favorite
words,

I chose

blush and
brunette
and
roof,

goodnight,
twice

just to
make

sure.
Truth?"Truth?"

Truth has become reality's biggest nightmare
Which always becomes buried by those in despair
For is it more noble to bite one's tongue until it turns red
Or let truth accumulate until his heart pumps out dread?
My intuition has led me to the truth many times before
Of which I have realized truth is not the cure
But what is the truth when every character has a story
Upon which each owner desires to claim truth's glory?
For it is comforting for those to retreat from their fears
Or deny truth exists and mask it with cheers
What ignorant mortals for them I take sorrow
For truth will target and haunt them tomorrow
As for myse
What do you think of me?
When you think of me just what do you see,
a babe, wrapped up tight in a cloak?
Or a fairy tale myth who's been set free,
or a man whose back nearly broke?

When you think of me just why should you fear,
the end, it's not what you believe?
The coming wrath will eliminate tears,
bring mankind's long needed reprieve.

When you think of me do you miss the point,
your troubles, were they caused by Me?
It's for you my Father did thus anoint,
his Son, who will soon set you free.

When you think of me does it move your heart,
to sing, give praise to my Father?
I promise you this, if you'll do your part,
I'll take care of you, my brother!
Nature is God's CreationNature is Gods creation
look all around
you cant miss it
its here
its there
its everywhere
so lets adore it
dont take it for
granted
its all we have
With the Name of JesusWe go up
We go down
We go all around
Until the party stops
on the roof top
see all those cops
they don't understand
why we party to much
It's the love of Jesus
that makes us wanta shout
Lets go up
Lets go down
Lets go all around
in history
with the name of Jesus
We will shout
Even after the cops
Jesus Loves You
and I will hop
all around
and never stop!
Hand of GodWe all find our destiny

If we choose to be in the hand of God

We serve our purpose

With joy and happiness to accompany us

If we choose to go through it with tender hearts

We could live a life without despair, destruction, and devastation

If we choose to see the good and bad

We could all see the right path

If we choose to be in tuned with the spiritual of within and among us

We create the path we walk on

With the help from Fate

But our destiny is written in stone

And it we choose so,

Our destiny is the light at the end of the path

If you choose to see it

If you choose to be in the hand of God.     
I Am Not AloneI may feel alone
but the truth is I am
not alone
Jesus is everywhere
he is here with me
I am not alone
Jesus is in my reach
God Made Me SpecialI was the one who was the one
always the last and by myself
until it was that special day
I was the one getting laughed at
but it wasn't until that special day
that I realized that it didn't matter
God had made me special
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Christian: Not a Label

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Yes, I am a Christian.
That doesn't mean I'll be showing up on your front porch
Waving a Bible in your face screaming "Have you heard?
Heard the Good News?"

Yes, I am a Christian.
That doesn't mean I'll condemn you to hell for drinking that glass of wine,
Telling you to treat your body like a temple and keep it pure.
Jesus Christ drank wine, didn't he?

Yes, I am a Christian.
That doesn't mean I'll be picketing your home, your work, your friends
Just because your beliefs don't agree with mine.
That's a little childish, right?

Yes, I am a Christian.
That doesn't mean that I devote my Sundays to God, turn off the phone,
TV and light and read my Scriptures by daylight.
I'm a college student. We call Sunday the "day of catching up."

Yes, I am a Christian.
That doesn't mean that I will spit on you because you deign to walk down the street arm-in-arm or hand-in-hand with a member of the same sex.
God created us all equal, didn't He?

Yes, I am a Christian.
That doesn't mean that I can't accept you just how you are.
One of the first lessons we learn in Church is love for each other and ourselves.
Christ died on the cross for us.  Can't we love our neighbor?

Yes, I am a Christian.
I'm not perfect, better than you or first in line to get to Heaven
(To tell you the truth I'm more like 4,476,658,578th or so).
But I love you like a friend, I believe you have merit no matter what you believe.

Yes, I am a Christian.
I might fall, lose faith and curse the Heavens whenever things don't go my way.
I'm in no way a perfect person, but I know that I am blessed.
Because, despite all my imperfections, I am loved by a perfect God.

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Christian: Not a Labelby ~plathfan910

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Just something I wrote after doing research for a class. I found a website, Conservapedia, that really makes me angry because it has that elitist Christian attitude that I can't stand. And I started thinking about what kind of Christian I am, and well, this poem was born. What do you think?

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©2012-2013 ~plathfan910
Category: Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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~prayerwarriorjd Apr 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I like this poem i'm a christian too
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~plathfan910 Apr 8, 2013   Writer
Thanks! I appreciate it!
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~prayerwarriorjd Apr 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
no problem I'm looking into other Christian poems because i'm looking for Christian Poet Friends there is only two other people I know with poetry as a gift from God and I'm looking to friend other poets and like thier poetry
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*Greengirl2011 Apr 23, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Hey! If you're looking for Christian Poet Friends, I'd be glad to be your friend. Christian poems and songs are all I write.
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~prayerwarriorjd Apr 24, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
sure cool I'm looking for friends online bc I only have a couple of poet friends IRL and they live too far away and I can't always get to their poetry readings I will definitely be friends with you tyvm
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*Greengirl2011 Apr 28, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I'm an admin for a christian poetry group. You could look there for more friends if you wish. :)
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~prayerwarriorjd Apr 30, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
cool definitely
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*Greengirl2011 May 1, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:)
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~plathfan910 Apr 10, 2013   Writer
That sounds awesome! I like that idea a lot!
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~prayerwarriorjd Apr 13, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
cool
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