My pin flows like hot lava; unsure of what made my creative volcano irrupt. What’s coming out is full of passion and love. Fueled by the world surrounding us. My pin opens up like a new born sun. Shining only to increase its stock beneath. My words are like bandages wrapped around your armor….
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Just trying to find our way.
(You Must Read all to understand) When we take pictures (estimating) we take up to 40 of them depending on the outfit or occasion. Each time I examine each of my photos making sure I choose the very best one to post to my social media accounts; and because I have multiple accounts I…
Take The Time
In life it seems we try and rush our process; doing so putting us in situations we were never supposed to be in. But when we allow life to play its course; we allow growth, understanding and change all in one step. Which in the end allows us to be become better people. It’s kind…
Against
Against each other; blood everywhere. Anger as envy takes over minds. No room to win when they all want each other to lose, no side is greener when we all feel the blues. The hearing place is not time to bruise. I believe in an almighty power who never hit’s snooze. His grace and mercy…
I have witnessed God’s grace. I have witnessed God’s grace even if I see it no more this day. I have witnessed God grace. As if there is a voice in my ear. I have witness God grace. My heart is at bay. I have witnessed Gods fear. Knowing that Jesus is always near.
Life passes on
Sometimes life is shorter than our purpose. Doesn’t mean that your purpose doesn’t live on. Sometimes life is shorter than your feel of worthiness. Doesn’t mean you are wrong. All our lives come with purpose. So as each day passes by. Try to acknowledge every good thing and not always the reason why.
They say I’m glowing // Poetry
Some have a closed mind as to what that even means. They think of kid baring or sexual intercourse; my glow is from my immortal King. The one I pray too and sing. I didn’t have a happy night. But I received a blessed morning. I read my bible. I began to write my poetry,…
You’re like a walking vessel my dear (they said). // Poetry
Have you heard Him? Or even seen Him at bay? Does His mighty power bring fear to your soul; does your senses begin to tingle out of control. Your tears, are they uncontrollable? Does joy run through you like a stream to a river; Does it bring you much joy to yell His name? (and…
Like knowing they are talking about you; but saying good morning and doing your work anyway. Like when someone sees you walking into a certain door behind them; then allowing it to shut in your face. As you reopen that door you smile and go on about your way Like when a…
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