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A Simple Plan
~ by Debi Lyn Tuesday, August 17, 2021
I love to sit with you nearby; doing so can make me cry.
- Happy tears just to know you enjoy my company so.
I’m telling you, my thoughts don’t stop; you cross my mind, and words just pop.
From your piercing eyes to your smirky grin, I just want to drink you in.
Head to toe, inside and out; I want to know what you’re about.
Ok, ok. I’ll try to breathe, but I shan’t do so with much ease.
I’m anxiously awaiting more & nervous you might shut the door.
I worry I may be too much, and you’ll regret we ever touched.
Perhaps you’ll run the other way and leave me all alone one day.
I am intense in all I do and want to give my all to you.
I’m not so great with “horse & carriage”. Commitment makes a lasting marriage.
Wedding bells I am not playing; don’t freak out, k? I’m just saying.
In the meantime, what do we do? You get to know me; I’ll get to know you.
Being involved requires time, not random, reckless reason or rhyme.
Let’s begin a simple plan: One day a week? Please say you can.
To watch a movie, eat a meal, snuggle, run errands, keep it real.
Then send me home if you must - or bid me stay and quench our lust.
Do you get the point I’m making? The possibilities have me shaking.
Sun and Moon
Trying to keep her happy,
He died for her each night.
His shadow over taking her light.
Each night he heard her crying softly.
The cold tears of the moon,
Where is he now?
Where has he gone?
He left her alone and afraid.
She keeps searching for him.
Will you stay for him?
Will she see him again?
He took everything when he left.
People wander lost and scared in her beauty.
No one sees her like he did.
Where are you now?
Will he see her again?
Just to let her rise he died.
In the end it only hurt her more.
Seeing the pain and fear she caused people.
Shadows all around her as she destroys the dark.
A beauty created of dark, fear.
Blurring the darkness with all the light she has.
A perfect tear for every time she is alone.
Why does everyone sleep through her beauty?
The only one who saw it, blinded it.
So he will set the mirror up…
Just so she can see her beauty,
every moment that she will rise.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
Who am I?A Brother.
Location
Who am I?
A Brother. A Son. A Uncle. A Friend. A Grandchild. A boyfriend
I'm more than what you might see on Instagram
More than a guy that likes sports
More than what I wear
Many more things define me than what you see
To some people I'm a big guy with a lot of love
To others, I'm a big intimidating guy
I'm really a fun loving guy that likes to see people smile
I like to help people feel good about themselves
I love seeing someone else have fun
I love spending time with my loved ones
I love going out, not to clubs and bars all the time
But I love being outside with nature
I love playing sports
I love being around my family and friends
So who am I with #nofilter
I am A Lover, a Devoted son, A Loving Uncle,A Pretty Good Friend,
and So much more than any filter can Show
John's Body
This poem is about:
Me
My family
Never Alone
As I slump down in despair, I feel life fading.
My hands, once, happily helping and serving, lay useless and cold at my side.
My feet, once active and playful, linger like stone.
My eyes and ears, once eagerly soaking in information, stay unreceptive and distant in my head.
My mouth, once brought forth words of comfort and laughter, became as a hole in my face.
My heart, once felt almost every feeling there is to feel, is locked between my ribs.
Love, which I had felt the strongest in my heart, is far and unreal like a fairy tale.
My head, once thinking faster than the speed of light, is no more than a mere organ.
A bitter tear squeezed out of my right eye,
then my left,
As I whispered to the heavens,
"Father, where art thou? And why hast thou forsaken me?"
All was hopeless,
Life has lost its meaning,
And I am no more.
My tears slid down my cheek,
and landed on the soft, green grass.
I looked up for an answer;
and found it.
The warmth of the sun had reached my heart,
I thought of my hands holding my siblings,
I remembered my feet running with determination,
I saw my parents say, "I'm proud of you."
I felt the kindness of my friends and teachers,
But the most important of all,
I perceived God's love for me.
For the sacrifice of my Savior,
Was the most painful of all.
His love is unlimited,
His life eternal, His divinity the greatest,
Even as He cried,
"Father, why forsakest Thou me?"
He withstood it all.
Oh how terrible it must've been,
To watch Thy perfect son be tortured above all the creatures of the Earth!
My eyes opened,
My feet once again stood.
My lips declared, "Lord! "
"My hands will once again serve Thee,
"My eyes and ears will behold and help Thy creations,
"And my heart,
"My heart,
"My heart,
"My heart,
"My heart will try to love others,
"As Thou lovest me.
"Even those that have wronged and hurt me!"
Tears of joy leaked out of my eyes,
And my feet flew all the way home.
My heart lightened,
My mind cleared,
And my mouth smiled,
As I knew that from this day on,
(Because I am not alone)
I shall conquer every trial in my way,
As long as I stayed faithful,
With God at my side to lift me and help me.
GOD'S FACE
Location
GOD’S FACE
The morning breeze,
Has lifted the veil.
The veil,
From the face of God.
Live blessed.
This poem is about:
Me
Normal
Location
08016
United States
40° 4' 1.0308" N, 74° 50' 20.4576" W
See map: Google Maps
I wish I were normal
But then I like it here on the other side
As lonely as I may be
I hoped that you could maybe see
But that was too much to hope for
I wish you weren’t normal too
Learn to live a different way
Embrace the sounds of my day
But it’s a want you can never do
And it’s not your fault, but oh how I wish
That you weren’t normal too
Maybe you care and will always stay
But things will never be the same
A crack can never truly mend
And it’s not your fault, but oh how I wish
That you weren’t normal too
Please forget what I have said
And if you can’t, then forget who I am
When one is normal and one is not
It’s not my nor the other’s fault
But oh how I wish, that “normal” didn’t exist
Graduation
Excitement in life
To get to May, twenty-fourth
Graduation Day
darkness has a name
Darkness Has A Name
He strides
With cloak of black following in his wake
He flows through the hollowed-out rooms of our lives
Flicking every inkling of light shining in every corner of our world
It is darkness
It has a name
It strides through the radiant areas of all our lives and homes
It seeps its way into the hearts of the living
Every living thing turned evil
Was impacted by him
He is darkness
He has a name
He stalks through our world
Never found out
Darkness has a name
His name is-
This poem is about:
Our world
Lost Soul
They call me pretty soul
but my soul aint pretty
Boys be running games on me
Its starting to get tricky.
being molested by friends and family
try to clear my data but people know my history
My life gets tricky slipping on mistakes
like bannana peeling.
It's hard to get up when you been pushed down harder
How can you help your soul when your soul been slaughter?
Why do you do the things you do
That is what I grew up too
being step on like a step stool
Clean soul , born into a dirty world
Hurt in side , mix emotion starting starting to rise
covering my family tracks with lies.
Protecting people that damage my minds
Manipulating my soul like a sex drive
holding me hostage until I feel paralyze
B**** , S*** W**** is what I'm recognize
Making everybody feel good from the in and outside
I was taught to do these dirty things
brainwashed hypnotize not knowing what it can lead.
Go wit the flow they say ; getting attention in the wrong way.
My mom told me you better bring some money home
or you won't a bed to lay.
selling my soul to the highest bid , accoustom to this lifestyle I'm use to it
They call me prettysoul but my soul aint pretty
They use my body as a temple to get on top of me.
-Lost Soul
COPYRIGHTS 2015
This poem is about:
My community
Our world