Submissions by GoldenCherubim
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
From dark to light, such is my life and so I will write.
Do I love?
God, I'm not sure how you do it. A love that never fails. Love that loves without expectation and endorse through all the pain. Your love is something my heart can not explain.
You say that love is patient, enduring all things. That its kind and protects. You tell me that it delights in truth. Always trusting, and always hoping. Love perseveres!
Surly there is something wrong. I must be not that far along. Patients is worn thin. Enduring I think I can. Kind, I seem to be fading. And while trying to protect I've become angry. Truth is hard to swallow and trust is hard to...
You say that love is patient, enduring all things. That its kind and protects. You tell me that it delights in truth. Always trusting, and always hoping. Love perseveres!
Surly there is something wrong. I must be not that far along. Patients is worn thin. Enduring I think I can. Kind, I seem to be fading. And while trying to protect I've become angry. Truth is hard to swallow and trust is hard to...
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The day I said goodbye to God
Bunk beds split, divided across the room. Two Brothers Sleep only to wake soon. The slamming of the door wakes him from his dream. Startled, sitting up to evaluate the scene.
Quiet for a moment, all is well it would seem. Lightning flashes, rain beats on the window. Wind Howls the wind chimes sing.
a scream and a smack , the horror is back. Beating like a drum on a face or a back. Is it his mother or his sister this time? Does it matters, drums are beating loudly this time.
Fear grips him, trembling overcomes him. He knows a peep or a sound and the drums will come...
Quiet for a moment, all is well it would seem. Lightning flashes, rain beats on the window. Wind Howls the wind chimes sing.
a scream and a smack , the horror is back. Beating like a drum on a face or a back. Is it his mother or his sister this time? Does it matters, drums are beating loudly this time.
Fear grips him, trembling overcomes him. He knows a peep or a sound and the drums will come...
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