This is a poem I wrote to express my feelings. My life may be harsh, but I try to stay positive, even if I have some anger held beneath my heart. Enjoy.
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The human heart is a glass dome.
Some treat it with delicacy,
while others treat it with hatred.
Sometimes in in-between.
Protect that dome from shattering.
It is what brings you joy and happiness in your life.
It is the capsule in which love from your family and friends fill it with.
Don't let any hatred destroy it.
Don't keep that glass dome open.
Otherwise, the people with malice in their hearts,
they'll drain you of your love, happiness, and joy.
Then, your glass dome will shatter.
Your spirits will be crushed.
Your mind will resort to suicide and depression.
You'll regret living on the planet known as Earth.
But that shouldn't stop you.
Continue with your life,
be as kind and caring as you can.
Even if people don't accept it and smother you will darkness,
let that capsule ricochet that darkness.
The human heart is a glass dome.
Treat it with love and delicacy.
Make sure others do, too.
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The human heart is a glass dome.
Some treat it with delicacy,
while others treat it with hatred.
Sometimes in in-between.
Protect that dome from shattering.
It is what brings you joy and happiness in your life.
It is the capsule in which love from your family and friends fill it with.
Don't let any hatred destroy it.
Don't keep that glass dome open.
Otherwise, the people with malice in their hearts,
they'll drain you of your love, happiness, and joy.
Then, your glass dome will shatter.
Your spirits will be crushed.
Your mind will resort to suicide and depression.
You'll regret living on the planet known as Earth.
But that shouldn't stop you.
Continue with your life,
be as kind and caring as you can.
Even if people don't accept it and smother you will darkness,
let that capsule ricochet that darkness.
The human heart is a glass dome.
Treat it with love and delicacy.
Make sure others do, too.
What do you want in life?,
That's a good question I've been asking since God knows when,
I'm a teenager,proudly
Being a teenager isn't that bad, believe me
It isn't like Christmas in for many years again...7 years,
7 good years,
Imagine...,
It takes the grace of God not to do anything rash that you would regret for the rest if your life.
Thinking,
Asking yourself the same question,#"How could I've been so stupid?"
Stupid? that doesn't qualify it,
Its more like a gigantic fool,
Sorry the bible told me not to use that word on humans,
I guess stupid would do then,
But I'm happy not to be stupid then'
Like I said it takes the grace of God,
What do I want in life?,
To be able to "dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord and to en-quire in His temple"- Psalm 27:4
That's a good question I've been asking since God knows when,
I'm a teenager,proudly
Being a teenager isn't that bad, believe me
It isn't like Christmas in for many years again...7 years,
7 good years,
Imagine...,
It takes the grace of God not to do anything rash that you would regret for the rest if your life.
Thinking,
Asking yourself the same question,#"How could I've been so stupid?"
Stupid? that doesn't qualify it,
Its more like a gigantic fool,
Sorry the bible told me not to use that word on humans,
I guess stupid would do then,
But I'm happy not to be stupid then'
Like I said it takes the grace of God,
What do I want in life?,
To be able to "dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord and to en-quire in His temple"- Psalm 27:4
She was perfect. Like beautiy incarnated. Long, flowing, red hair, shining like the stars. Cole black eyes outlined by freckles that were sprinkled over her nose and corners of her eyes.
Seeing her again hurt. Hurt more then when I broke my arm in fourth grade, more then when my older brother hit me above the eyebrow and busted my skin open and needed stiches.
Her with him was a dager through my heart. She was suppose to be mine...forever.
Thats when she looked at me. Her plump pink lips twiched the slightest. Then shock overtook her features as she reconized the 19- year-old boy she use to love. But that's just it. She USE to love me, but I still loved her. Not even the Marines could stop that, not the 4 years I've spent away changed that. She was still my life.
He was hers.
Seeing her again hurt. Hurt more then when I broke my arm in fourth grade, more then when my older brother hit me above the eyebrow and busted my skin open and needed stiches.
Her with him was a dager through my heart. She was suppose to be mine...forever.
Thats when she looked at me. Her plump pink lips twiched the slightest. Then shock overtook her features as she reconized the 19- year-old boy she use to love. But that's just it. She USE to love me, but I still loved her. Not even the Marines could stop that, not the 4 years I've spent away changed that. She was still my life.
He was hers.
poem 1:the world
the sun shines bright
there's day,and there's night
both are beautiful sights
this is the world
Winter,spring,summer,and fall
is a magical season
so there is no reason
for you to hate
seasons so great
we are all one
we need the sun
we need the air
we all care
about the world
poem 2:love
there is something above
we cant see it
we cant bee it
but we all know what it is
it is love
love is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love
love is power
love is strong.
thats why love songs
are so very strong
Poem 3:run (this one isnt all that good)
in the sun
is where i run
away from here
ill not be near
Something that will kill me
something that can be
so deadly and strong
and can kill me with a song
thats why i run
in the sun
i still remember you hum.
im sorry i must run.
the sun shines bright
there's day,and there's night
both are beautiful sights
this is the world
Winter,spring,summer,and fall
is a magical season
so there is no reason
for you to hate
seasons so great
we are all one
we need the sun
we need the air
we all care
about the world
poem 2:love
there is something above
we cant see it
we cant bee it
but we all know what it is
it is love
love is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love
love is power
love is strong.
thats why love songs
are so very strong
Poem 3:run (this one isnt all that good)
in the sun
is where i run
away from here
ill not be near
Something that will kill me
something that can be
so deadly and strong
and can kill me with a song
thats why i run
in the sun
i still remember you hum.
im sorry i must run.
I believe I can fly
Take to the sky
Be all that I’m going to be
See all that I’m going to see
You can’t hold me back
With me, there’s nothing to lack
So take a seat
Don’t miss a beat
And watch us fly
Right on by
In a jet or a plane
There’s no way that we’re sane
So sit on back
Try not to hack
Enjoy the view
Don’t miss your Que
To start on flying
Without dying
‘Cause we believe we can fly
As we take to the sky
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many times i think we feel the weight of the world is on our shoulders, but i know that there are times when you can feel as light as a feather and as though you can fly and take on the whole world. i wrote this in one of those moods and hope you liked it.
Take to the sky
Be all that I’m going to be
See all that I’m going to see
You can’t hold me back
With me, there’s nothing to lack
So take a seat
Don’t miss a beat
And watch us fly
Right on by
In a jet or a plane
There’s no way that we’re sane
So sit on back
Try not to hack
Enjoy the view
Don’t miss your Que
To start on flying
Without dying
‘Cause we believe we can fly
As we take to the sky
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many times i think we feel the weight of the world is on our shoulders, but i know that there are times when you can feel as light as a feather and as though you can fly and take on the whole world. i wrote this in one of those moods and hope you liked it.
Diem Mirabilis
Morning:
for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
or failure
Midday:
for Midday is the height
of the glory of the sun
the climax of twenty-four hours
the brightness that blinds and clarifies
the answers once hidden
now unveiled
Sunset:
for Sunset arrives
with the final shift of the sky
the afterglow of the triumph
the sweetness of the last drop
the closing chapter of a story
and the beginning...
of a new one.