Submissions by Hippie (Liv)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Jul 2012 6:01pm
24th Jul 2012 6:01pm
Can't be Lost
An indestructible compass
An all-inclusive map
A glitchless GPS
All this is Christ in me.
With Him at the wheel,
With Him calming my storms,
How could I ever lose my way?
A clumsy human, gliding in Grace.
An ugly duckling, beautiful in His eyes.
Broken down by sin, made whole in His Love.
Forever alone, Forever loved.
Torn apart by a ruthless world, put together better with Him inside.
but like a deserting soldier, leaving a brilliant general.
or a lone wolf, too proud for a pack.
should i walk away,
should i turn my...
An all-inclusive map
A glitchless GPS
All this is Christ in me.
With Him at the wheel,
With Him calming my storms,
How could I ever lose my way?
A clumsy human, gliding in Grace.
An ugly duckling, beautiful in His eyes.
Broken down by sin, made whole in His Love.
Forever alone, Forever loved.
Torn apart by a ruthless world, put together better with Him inside.
but like a deserting soldier, leaving a brilliant general.
or a lone wolf, too proud for a pack.
should i walk away,
should i turn my...
1029 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2012 5:22am
22nd Jul 2012 5:22am
Trevi Fountain
I hold a 5 Euro Cent in my hand,
Unwilling to waste any more on a silly fountain,
When I know it's prayers that get answered.
But as I sit on this cool marble ledge,
With coins whizzing and flipping on either side of my head,
I can't help but squeeze my eyes shut and think real hard.
What to wish for?
What prayer should I attach to this little coin?
What dream should I join with all the others surrendered to Trevi?
Fame and fortune, I'd take or leave.
Of love, I've already got an overflow.
I'm healthy and secure, in this life and...
Unwilling to waste any more on a silly fountain,
When I know it's prayers that get answered.
But as I sit on this cool marble ledge,
With coins whizzing and flipping on either side of my head,
I can't help but squeeze my eyes shut and think real hard.
What to wish for?
What prayer should I attach to this little coin?
What dream should I join with all the others surrendered to Trevi?
Fame and fortune, I'd take or leave.
Of love, I've already got an overflow.
I'm healthy and secure, in this life and...
2070 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Jun 2012 4:28am
20th Jun 2012 4:28am
Sighing
I can't help but sit and sigh.
Staring out the window and imagining a better life.
A life with money and fortune one day.
Love and friendship the next.
A life where everyone knew my name.
Or a life where I tried to blend in, but stood out nonetheless.
A life where I am a hero.
An artist.
An actress.
Perhaps an athlete.
Always wishing, dreaming, sighing.
Wishing for more, dreaming I was everything at once!
All I ever wanted. At my fingertips. A world of my creation.
Sighing, because I know it isn't true yet.
Sighing,...
Staring out the window and imagining a better life.
A life with money and fortune one day.
Love and friendship the next.
A life where everyone knew my name.
Or a life where I tried to blend in, but stood out nonetheless.
A life where I am a hero.
An artist.
An actress.
Perhaps an athlete.
Always wishing, dreaming, sighing.
Wishing for more, dreaming I was everything at once!
All I ever wanted. At my fingertips. A world of my creation.
Sighing, because I know it isn't true yet.
Sighing,...
873 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2012 00:57am
21st Mar 2012 00:57am
The First Night of Spring
The crickets chirped and a dog barked as I sat outside on the first night of Spring.
The wind danced with the new-budding leaves and the air smelled like fresh turned dirt on the first night of Spring.
The sky was deep royal blue with pinpricks of shining yellow starlight on the first night of Spring.
The trees bent in the gentle, southern breeze and flower petals raced all around, some resting in my hair on the first night of Spring.
The air no longer called goosebumps to my skin and the grass was warm against my bare feet on the first night of Spring
...
The wind danced with the new-budding leaves and the air smelled like fresh turned dirt on the first night of Spring.
The sky was deep royal blue with pinpricks of shining yellow starlight on the first night of Spring.
The trees bent in the gentle, southern breeze and flower petals raced all around, some resting in my hair on the first night of Spring.
The air no longer called goosebumps to my skin and the grass was warm against my bare feet on the first night of Spring
...
969 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Mar 2012 5:28pm
17th Mar 2012 5:28pm
Dream of Peace
Dream of Peace.
Where love is heard like soft music.
And worldwide, we hope for a future,
As good as where we are now.
Peace, where people believe in enjoying life.
When music belongs to you who made it.
Across time truth has been patient,
And in peaceful woods we are truly happy.
Peace, where girls twirl in white dresses and barefeet.
Yellow roses braided into rolling waves.
The sun makes the world look fresh,
And the wind tastes like laughter.
Peace, where it's Spring year-round.
Juice drips down chins and lips...
Where love is heard like soft music.
And worldwide, we hope for a future,
As good as where we are now.
Peace, where people believe in enjoying life.
When music belongs to you who made it.
Across time truth has been patient,
And in peaceful woods we are truly happy.
Peace, where girls twirl in white dresses and barefeet.
Yellow roses braided into rolling waves.
The sun makes the world look fresh,
And the wind tastes like laughter.
Peace, where it's Spring year-round.
Juice drips down chins and lips...
1463 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2012 1:39am
16th Mar 2012 1:39am
Art is Borrowed
Fractures of a moment
Caught and kept
In a havoc of colors
Spoken word feld from air
Hitting and embedding
Shades and letters
Twisted and tied
Blended until both are both
A face, an arm, a curve
Shouldering the words they're colored with
Mashed into lead, written into paint
Swirl with lackluster meaning
Meditating in the paper
Heart in the words
Melting and melding
Hand and eye
In perfect coordination.
Subconcious brought to life
Plastered on with shapes and letters
Until nothing...
Caught and kept
In a havoc of colors
Spoken word feld from air
Hitting and embedding
Shades and letters
Twisted and tied
Blended until both are both
A face, an arm, a curve
Shouldering the words they're colored with
Mashed into lead, written into paint
Swirl with lackluster meaning
Meditating in the paper
Heart in the words
Melting and melding
Hand and eye
In perfect coordination.
Subconcious brought to life
Plastered on with shapes and letters
Until nothing...
833 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
14th Mar 2012 3:10am
14th Mar 2012 3:10am
If You Want My Love...
If you want my love, you got it!
You don't have to do anything but be good to me.
I don't ask for much, just respect and kindness.
I'm a nice gal, I get along with pretty much everyone.
I won't make you work for my friendship.
I won't be a dick if there are people around.
I won't tear you down in front of an audience.
I won't bully you to bolster myself.
But if I did,
I wouldn't call you that night for help, crying.
I wouldn't text you like nothing happened.
I wouldn't use you only when convenient for me.
I wouldn't glance around...
You don't have to do anything but be good to me.
I don't ask for much, just respect and kindness.
I'm a nice gal, I get along with pretty much everyone.
I won't make you work for my friendship.
I won't be a dick if there are people around.
I won't tear you down in front of an audience.
I won't bully you to bolster myself.
But if I did,
I wouldn't call you that night for help, crying.
I wouldn't text you like nothing happened.
I wouldn't use you only when convenient for me.
I wouldn't glance around...
972 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
5th Mar 2012 4:42am
5th Mar 2012 4:42am
I Want to Hate Her
I want to hate her so bad.
I want to hate he so bad I hate myself for not being able to.
I want to hate her for being a drunk and a slut.
I want to hate her for taking my best friend's heart.
I want to hate her for letting him give her everything.
I want to hate her for making the strongest man I know cry.
I want to hate her for what she did to him.
But I can't, because of what she did to herself.
I can't because she's too young to have a child.
I can't because her baby belongs to someone who won't love her like he did.
I can't because...
I want to hate he so bad I hate myself for not being able to.
I want to hate her for being a drunk and a slut.
I want to hate her for taking my best friend's heart.
I want to hate her for letting him give her everything.
I want to hate her for making the strongest man I know cry.
I want to hate her for what she did to him.
But I can't, because of what she did to herself.
I can't because she's too young to have a child.
I can't because her baby belongs to someone who won't love her like he did.
I can't because...
1030 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2012 3:30am
22nd Feb 2012 3:30am
True Art, True Life
A singer without a voice.
A writer without a pen.
A painter without a brush.
This is a life without God.
A life of lonelieness and yearning.
A singer could learn to play.
A writer could learn to type.
A painter could learn to draw.
But to do anything other than what you were born to,
Is to do nothing at all.
We were all made to live in harmony with God.
And with Him to do all we were meant to do, to be all we were meant to be.
A singer with a Song!
A writer with a Story!
A painter with a Vision!
It...
A writer without a pen.
A painter without a brush.
This is a life without God.
A life of lonelieness and yearning.
A singer could learn to play.
A writer could learn to type.
A painter could learn to draw.
But to do anything other than what you were born to,
Is to do nothing at all.
We were all made to live in harmony with God.
And with Him to do all we were meant to do, to be all we were meant to be.
A singer with a Song!
A writer with a Story!
A painter with a Vision!
It...
1193 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2012 4:11pm
19th Feb 2012 4:11pm
Humans and Animals
Humanity is very seldom Human.
Humans are, by nature, Animals.
We wear the scheming grin of the cunning fox.
Our eyes glitter with the predatory gleam of the wolverine.
The chilling, sinister laugh of a hyena wrenches from out throats.
Humanity's natural side also hides a beauty, however.
Even is we try our hardest to modernize it.
We wear the dopish smile of a puppy at play.
Our eyes glow with the devotion of mother and calf.
The sparkling chatter of birds floats from our mouths, too.
Humanity shares the evil...
Humans are, by nature, Animals.
We wear the scheming grin of the cunning fox.
Our eyes glitter with the predatory gleam of the wolverine.
The chilling, sinister laugh of a hyena wrenches from out throats.
Humanity's natural side also hides a beauty, however.
Even is we try our hardest to modernize it.
We wear the dopish smile of a puppy at play.
Our eyes glow with the devotion of mother and calf.
The sparkling chatter of birds floats from our mouths, too.
Humanity shares the evil...
1624 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2012 4:02pm
19th Feb 2012 4:02pm
White Light
Violet is a freshly plucked grape.
Blue is the sparkling of the sky.
Green is sun shining through leaves in summer.
Yellow is a field of sunflowers.
Orange is a sunrise in the mountains.
Red is flushed cheeks and kissed lips.
Violet is a mottled bruise.
Blue is the face of suffocation.
Green is sickness and fatal envy.
Yellow is a sallow and starved child's skin.
Orange is a jumpsuit behind bars.
Red is blood and eyes after crying.
With opposite emploments for equal shades
Are the colors really the same?
Or is it our...
Blue is the sparkling of the sky.
Green is sun shining through leaves in summer.
Yellow is a field of sunflowers.
Orange is a sunrise in the mountains.
Red is flushed cheeks and kissed lips.
Violet is a mottled bruise.
Blue is the face of suffocation.
Green is sickness and fatal envy.
Yellow is a sallow and starved child's skin.
Orange is a jumpsuit behind bars.
Red is blood and eyes after crying.
With opposite emploments for equal shades
Are the colors really the same?
Or is it our...
823 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Jan 2012 2:40am
31st Jan 2012 2:40am
A Short Look at Modern Times
Women travel in packs.
Men prowl alone or in pairs.
Children play and roughhouse.
And "prove themselves" through silly dares.
We surround ourselves in concrete and iron.
Miles apart from our intended world.
Ignoring what we unwittingly know.
Doing only what society has told.
But instinct stays strong.
And faith will steer us straight.
Our original design is still there,
Most reliable to date!
Civilization as it is now
Is a joke to the woods and sea.
Modernization clouds our vision....
Men prowl alone or in pairs.
Children play and roughhouse.
And "prove themselves" through silly dares.
We surround ourselves in concrete and iron.
Miles apart from our intended world.
Ignoring what we unwittingly know.
Doing only what society has told.
But instinct stays strong.
And faith will steer us straight.
Our original design is still there,
Most reliable to date!
Civilization as it is now
Is a joke to the woods and sea.
Modernization clouds our vision....
890 reads
2 Comments
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