purity
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Let me wash myself in the current of your gentle waters,
Where the caress of your wave’s cleanses not just my skin,
But the very essence of who I am, leaving me reborn.
Let me drink deeply from the fountain of your love,
Untouched and pure, your bright serenity
Is beauty, shining rays of special gold.
This light is you, the newborn entity,
A piece of Universe’s light made bold.
Petruchio and Kate, who view each other as equals in wit;
Gilbert and Anne, bright kindred spirits and beauties;
Darcy and Elizabeth, correcting any and all misgivings;
The word "fight" never seemed to apply
I see its far more than what meets the eye
A promise made in youth that must live when youth dies
And I fight. Oh, its a front and a facade - yes, I fight!
I am not a virgin, but I am still pure.
I am not a warrior, still, I'm fighting a war.
Ink against white paper, stained and beautiful.
I am an outsider but my heart is still full.
Sleep around player.
Don’t be a pussy.
Grab her by the pussy.
My legs are shut,
Crossed,
And locked with my chastity belt.
My Sweetness,
Freedom of reproach and firmness against difficulty
Have been found in our love,
Tried and tested, it is true.
I hear the grit of the others,
Trash talking our silver-ringed way
Yes, the love is nakedNaked enough that You can look through itTo the soul and body
It is like a naked babyA baby, when it is bornEven if it is nakedIt is beautifulAnd as pure as a baby soul
True sweetness is often hidden in simplicity.
The rose that comes forth from a simple seed.
Simplicity lies in purity.
And because purity is not restricted to virginity
Nor to femininity.
The white feather
drifted, lightly on the draft
slowly spinning, circling
Landed in paint
crimson lines bled up the shaft
What we were then is not what we are now
For changes were made, that were good and bad.
What I don’t understand is exactly how
The invisible force blowing the trees
The flowers blooming and blossoming with glee
With each and every day
The Earth exhales in its majesty
What makes you happy?
Is it waiting for innocent victims in a dark alley?
To rob them off their security?
Or is it waking up early,
And make your hands dirty,
As you toil for your family?
I really tried not to love you
I tried to find other joys in life instead
but you stuck around,
and not once did you leave my head
You often seemed to me to be ideal
A vision of perfection, purity.
And blooming in the moonlight, floridly,
I found you in the flesh, seeming unreal.
Dark and silky hair. Endless almond eyes.
Once upon a time, a bird
(a young and fragile thing)
Far far above the treetops, tall,
To the wind her song did sing.
She lived inside a birdhouse
Swayed from branches high.
Person of every moment,
I am he who gives without expecting atonement.
Give myself to you if ever you need consolement
My soul is always open , sometimes my mind is closed in
Society seems in a mess
Mothers cry, while Fathers stress
to be polite is a disgrace
as children mock you to your face
drugs and sex aren't hard to find
it seems as if the worlds gone blind
I used to think I could not write for a living
Because my mind was blank as
The pages of a journal just picked up from the store
The thing that keeps me safe,
The face that keeps me sound,
It is because of those things,
I have not dug myself a hole in the ground,
In all truenessyou’re my steeple of religionThe paper weightholding me down in placethe blade of grass where the ladybug resides my bedside books and first shower of the day
I dream of a life where media isn't idolized,
Where women can love their bodies the way they are
and society will no longer have ficticious expectations.
I dream of a love that is PURE and true,
Once upon a time a boy loved a girl,
He thought she owned the whole world,
So he listened to every word she said,
And slowly, but surely, he climbed into her bed.
The ache of her absence is more than he can bare,
I used to believe in 11:11 wishes,
Used to dream of midnight kisses,
I believed in these things and much more,
But all that was in a time long, long, before,
Before the boy ripped at my chest,
Feeling ashamed of what i have become
Not wanting to look back to my past
running away from the only light there is
stuck in darkness and not wanting to get out
finding a savior is my only option
Good girls
With high heels and dresses
Fresh dewy faces and bibles on their
dressers
Pray to Him
Good girls
Facebook pages with verses
from the Good Lord
Church on Sunday morning
Life is hard,
it is a battlefield.
I’ve had cannons balls thrown at me,
but I kept going
wanting to make my family proud
A cart rolls into the frigid clean room,
the sheet is removed, revealing terrifying tools with innocent names.
I sit back into the chair as it crackles in disappointment.
Ink stains my face, my chest, my stomach,
My body is weak,
my mind is strong
determination will peak
at the highest throng
Pushing and weaving through the crowd
praying someone will be kind
but everyone is loud
with an unsound mind
(poems go here) A Wish From the Heart
By Kayla Logan
Star light, Star bright,
First star I see tonight.
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight.
Jesus is my hero,
My hope,
My Heavenly Father.
Jesus is my love,
My life,
My Living Water.
Jesus is my passion,
My patience,
My Prince of Peace.
You are there for me when I am crying,
And in you I console.
You support me in my time of need,
When I require reassurance.
You comfort me in my tragedies,
When I can’t find another friend.
Thought I could make it without you
Thought I would be ok
Going at it alone
Started my journey out into the world
But things got hard
With no friends or family by my side
I broke down
I could not imagine life without you;
Though I never see you, I know your still there.
In my heart I can feel you,
My soul aches for your loving care.
This world gives me a feeling of starkness
So many places growing with darkness
Setting that place on fire
Cause Lord need for you is dire
It's so dark they're becoming blind
I was once lost,
Unnoticed in the crowd,
Never knew who I was,
But now I am found.
I was floating through the days
Wondering where I would go,
My soul was in a haze
But you brought me home.
He holds my heart within his hands
Bending, Molding, all to plan
Sometimes it hurts, but he always works.
The black is now out of my heart, leaving a hole for a new start
I feel all empty, sad and alone
Your love for me is everlasting, second chances only you are casting
Seeking for love all I got was lust, as time past my heart will rust
Despite my past you are still grasping, unto me while I was still dancing
With a new school year, a new start, but friends depart.
And we’ve led our whole lives together, but suddenly we’re taking different paths from each other.
A book of an aunt
Who no longer is here
Turn the pages
Listen
Do you hear them cry?
Torn and worn down but still prized most
This book that is broken
It tells a tale of sleeping beauty and her prince
There is something inside of
each of our
souls-
this desire
for the things
that will destroy
us.
We crave to
behave
in ways that leave
scars.
