Submissions by Mitta_Xinindlu
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I drink words to get the soul drunk and satisfied.
Happy Birthday, Jesus!
It had been a long road for your parents, Joseph and your mother Mary.
They had managed to hide from king Herod who at that time was assumed to be rude, evil and scary.
Finding herself in a horse stable full of stale; Mary gave birth in dirt, nothing fancy.
Nobody knew at the time how special you were: a man who wouldn't even marry!
You'd managed to gain yourself a high following on earth.
You managed to do this without the media or social networks;
Just 12 friends - one of them would later disregard your worth.
The things that you did, usually caused a...
They had managed to hide from king Herod who at that time was assumed to be rude, evil and scary.
Finding herself in a horse stable full of stale; Mary gave birth in dirt, nothing fancy.
Nobody knew at the time how special you were: a man who wouldn't even marry!
You'd managed to gain yourself a high following on earth.
You managed to do this without the media or social networks;
Just 12 friends - one of them would later disregard your worth.
The things that you did, usually caused a...
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Dear baby - (Something Casual)
I'm sitting on the bed trying to sort out our clothes and shoes; we both know that this is crucial.
The room is a mess; everything is everywhere as usual.
The bed has just started to vibrate; it’s your phone, it’s ringing - something casual.
“Something Casual” is the identity of the caller.
“Something Casual”, I’m thinking to myself, it should be your doctor.
I’m trying to figure out if it’s safe to answer but a note just fell from your drawer.
It reads, “I miss you, my mauler”
Now I’m holding your phone but my mind is on the note.
“Something casual”...
The room is a mess; everything is everywhere as usual.
The bed has just started to vibrate; it’s your phone, it’s ringing - something casual.
“Something Casual” is the identity of the caller.
“Something Casual”, I’m thinking to myself, it should be your doctor.
I’m trying to figure out if it’s safe to answer but a note just fell from your drawer.
It reads, “I miss you, my mauler”
Now I’m holding your phone but my mind is on the note.
“Something casual”...
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To the carriers of the articles of the Lord's house
Do not fear the reproach of mere mortals;
Or be terrified by their insults.
Be awake, stay alert in good health;
And clothe yourself with strength.
Sorrow and troubles will flee; you’ll be shield from any offender.
Let your mind be freed; put on the garment of splendour.
Wipe the dust from the soles of your feet.
Prepare your soul for the king that it’ll meet.
Sit enthroned; be patient like a child.
Imitate your father, for even in pain, he smiled.
Or be terrified by their insults.
Be awake, stay alert in good health;
And clothe yourself with strength.
Sorrow and troubles will flee; you’ll be shield from any offender.
Let your mind be freed; put on the garment of splendour.
Wipe the dust from the soles of your feet.
Prepare your soul for the king that it’ll meet.
Sit enthroned; be patient like a child.
Imitate your father, for even in pain, he smiled.
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