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Need
Need is strange,
At times, out of range.
Some desire it,
Others... it doesn't fit.
Everyone needs something,
Because of what it can bring.
The definition of need
Is subjective indeed.
"Food, clothing, and shelter" say some.
"Love, care, and others" are three in one.
"Greed, money, and power" are not needs.
They are wants and infectious deeds.
I have needs like everyone else.
You have needs if you have a pulse.
Mine are simple, yet complex,
Like shipping and handling with FedEx.
I don't know what I need, it's clouded.
Things I tell myself I need... but am I allowed it?
"Do I need this? Do I need that?"
Always questioning the matter of the fact.
The future haunts me,
My blood boils up a degree.
I get scared,
Slightly impaired.
"What will I need?" I constantly ask.
This makes me want a mask.
I want to hide... or is that a need?
It's like I "need" to worry, it's what I feed
On all the unknowns.
I can't set my own tone.
What do I do?
My mind is split in two.
Reassurance, that's what I need,
Something my mind and heart both have a greed.
That is my request,
What I think is the best.
The only question is how?...
My Savior, to which I bow.
He is my rock, for I stand on His Word,
The most beautiful you've ever heard.
He knows what we need, even when we don't.
He can do the things we won't.
Jesus, I need You.
Help me see it through.
All the darkness,
All the stress,
All the mess,
All the tests.
I can't do this without You,
But of course, this you always knew.
At times, out of range.
Some desire it,
Others... it doesn't fit.
Everyone needs something,
Because of what it can bring.
The definition of need
Is subjective indeed.
"Food, clothing, and shelter" say some.
"Love, care, and others" are three in one.
"Greed, money, and power" are not needs.
They are wants and infectious deeds.
I have needs like everyone else.
You have needs if you have a pulse.
Mine are simple, yet complex,
Like shipping and handling with FedEx.
I don't know what I need, it's clouded.
Things I tell myself I need... but am I allowed it?
"Do I need this? Do I need that?"
Always questioning the matter of the fact.
The future haunts me,
My blood boils up a degree.
I get scared,
Slightly impaired.
"What will I need?" I constantly ask.
This makes me want a mask.
I want to hide... or is that a need?
It's like I "need" to worry, it's what I feed
On all the unknowns.
I can't set my own tone.
What do I do?
My mind is split in two.
Reassurance, that's what I need,
Something my mind and heart both have a greed.
That is my request,
What I think is the best.
The only question is how?...
My Savior, to which I bow.
He is my rock, for I stand on His Word,
The most beautiful you've ever heard.
He knows what we need, even when we don't.
He can do the things we won't.
Jesus, I need You.
Help me see it through.
All the darkness,
All the stress,
All the mess,
All the tests.
I can't do this without You,
But of course, this you always knew.
Mary Stockum: The Coshocton County Witch
A witch, a witch
She killed her husband and kids
They threw her in a ditch
But a witch is still a witch
She came back from the dead
So they cut off her head
Forgetting what the people had said
She’d never remain on her deathbed
Decades later, there was a girl
She was thought a witch, what a world
So they thought of the stories
And they gave it a whirl
The people shouted
A witch, a witch
She killed her husband and kids
They threw her in a ditch
But a witch is still a witch
They cut off her head
Hoping she’d remain dead
Never listening to a word I said
She’d never remain on her deathbed
She killed her husband and kids
They threw her in a ditch
But a witch is still a witch
She came back from the dead
So they cut off her head
Forgetting what the people had said
She’d never remain on her deathbed
Decades later, there was a girl
She was thought a witch, what a world
So they thought of the stories
And they gave it a whirl
The people shouted
A witch, a witch
She killed her husband and kids
They threw her in a ditch
But a witch is still a witch
They cut off her head
Hoping she’d remain dead
Never listening to a word I said
She’d never remain on her deathbed
Written by stoned
(buggy)
Hiya, joined literally like a half an hour ago, I'll leave my first poem if you'd like to read