| This is a poem I wrote about coming to Christ. This got featured at my church for Easter, and I formally accepted Christ into my life while working with one of my youth pastors to get this ready for Easter. This poem means a lot to me. |
| This is a poem I wrote about coming to Christ. This got featured at my church for Easter, and I formally accepted Christ into my life while working with one of my youth pastors to get this ready for Easter. This poem means a lot to me. |
NaivetyA Thief in the Night You came when least expected I thought I was happy alone It seems you’ve proven me wrongNaivety
You stole my heart, Bandit
My solitary happiness Gone are the futile walls you so easily bypassed I’d forgotten what happiness meant
I’ll spend my time with you Captive, some might even say enslaved By the force with which you exert over me Keep my heart, Dear Thief
As long as you keep it safe
The Seduction of the ArtistThe moon seems to form a spotlight on her The model’s pale skin seems to seductively shimmer “Won’t you come any closer?”The Seduction of the Artist
Her smolderingly dark blue eyes beg the question The artist never had a chance.
Professionally drawn to her beauty His intentions were pure Absorbed in his work Loving a beautiful girl always makes for interesting perspective Who knew he would get drawn into her?
What are her motives?
Does she love him? The artist takes the chance Makes the move, asks the casual question. Movies? Lunch, perhaps? The ent
The Artist and his ModelUnder the soothing hand of the artist The pain in her eyes softened A smile spread across her beautiful face The girl who felt so invisible Was shown to the world in the artist’s pencil sketchThe Artist and his Model
Does the artist love the girl? Could he?
The eyes of the artist finally see her Casual conversation that means so much to her As he sketches the essence of her soul
The young model smiles under his hand She’s standing in a field of paradise Finally a bit of happiness He draws himself holding her hand in all her radiance
Old HagOld Hag By: Rob Malo 14/03/2007Old Hag
"Just wake up.", Are you real?
Just dreaming forever, As light as a feather, A life that remains cold, And the truth that is untold,
In the darkly early hours of the morning she visits the weak and naive. She is the Succubus of Dread; she is of the deathly presence. Manipulates her victims into the faith she bares, then using it to destroy their minds and rape their soul. She is the Queen of Mean, The adulteress of seduction. She is the barer of lies. She feeds off the hearts of jesters and fools, whilst ever going stronger
"Variations"
| I always hate these little "describe yourself" boxes because I never know what to say. Its like an essay about myself, and I was never told the format. I mean, should I provide concrete details? should I have a thesis? or should I take a creative writing approach, in which case I need to keep devices such as imagery and alliteration in mind when I write. and then do I really want to tell the wide strange world about myself? I'd prefer not to be creeped on by 50 year old men. but thats just me. read my poetry, and you hold the key to my soul. so really, this box is useless if you are trying to find out more about me. |
yes it has been quite a while. I am alright. How are you?
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Words help me express these feelings.
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If I live to be a hundred,and never see the 7 wonders,that will be alright.
Started submitting again. which only adds to how well I'm doing.
School's about to end, which means I'll get a job somewhere, because I decided to switch over to viola in the high school orchestra and I dont want to sell my violin.
What have you been doing?
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When the power of love is stronger than the love of power, the world will know peace.
If you ever find yourself with the extra time, feel free to look at my gallery. I do a lot of writing too
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Learn from yesterday
Dream about tomorrow
Live for today
I'm definately looking for constructive criticism, so if you ever have time to give any suggestions I would love to hear your insight.
I'll check out what you have as well.
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When the power of love is stronger than the love of power, the world will know peace.
Lol, insight.
Tahnks. That's appreciated.
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Learn from yesterday
Dream about tomorrow
Live for today
but that is funny.
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When the power of love is stronger than the love of power, the world will know peace.
Visit my gallery as there is more photos created this way.
and if you like it
Cheers and enjoy the view
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Check it out
Long time.
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Words help me express these feelings.
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If I live to be a hundred,and never see the 7 wonders,that will be alright.
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