Submissions by mercies_2nd_chance
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
You Dont Equal Me
You can say what you want to say...
Call me what you please...
But you, my friend, you don't even know me!
My dreams
My passions
My faith
My standards
My understanding
They're not created to serve you...
Not formed to impress you...
I will never conform to your self-serving views.
The way I dress
The things I say
My tears
My voice
Oh lets just say everything
Its all for me...
Its all for him...
God made me in his image!
Take it
Leave it
...
Call me what you please...
But you, my friend, you don't even know me!
My dreams
My passions
My faith
My standards
My understanding
They're not created to serve you...
Not formed to impress you...
I will never conform to your self-serving views.
The way I dress
The things I say
My tears
My voice
Oh lets just say everything
Its all for me...
Its all for him...
God made me in his image!
Take it
Leave it
...
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How can it be, Oh Lord?
How can it be that
We only come to you Lord
When we're in dire need?
But in the days we call "good"
You become our last thought.
How can it be that
We only come to you Lord
When our hearts are broken?
But in the days we call "good"
We forget it was you that made it unbroken.
How can it be that
We only come to you Lord
When tragedy strikes?
But in the days we call "good"
We forget all of the promises.
How can it be that
We only come to you Lord
When we have...
We only come to you Lord
When we're in dire need?
But in the days we call "good"
You become our last thought.
How can it be that
We only come to you Lord
When our hearts are broken?
But in the days we call "good"
We forget it was you that made it unbroken.
How can it be that
We only come to you Lord
When tragedy strikes?
But in the days we call "good"
We forget all of the promises.
How can it be that
We only come to you Lord
When we have...
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My Eyes...
I close my eyes and wonder off
To a place so far away...
Starving children's stomachs cry,
The homeless elder dies,
Battered women scream...
Color is color no matter the time, the day, the place.
The past is past, present, future...
Love is sex,
Sex is sex,
Emptiness and loneliness...
Blood streamed streets,
Veins for drugs,
Stumbling drunks like crashing waves...
I open my eyes and come to
A place not so far away...
To a place so far away...
Starving children's stomachs cry,
The homeless elder dies,
Battered women scream...
Color is color no matter the time, the day, the place.
The past is past, present, future...
Love is sex,
Sex is sex,
Emptiness and loneliness...
Blood streamed streets,
Veins for drugs,
Stumbling drunks like crashing waves...
I open my eyes and come to
A place not so far away...
876 reads
2 Comments
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