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Poems from an Autistic Soul
Poems from an Autistic Soul. Wednesday, May 28, 2014. Breathe a value of swirling night. Tear embellished with cauldron fuse. Legs, clamber of reckless storm. Sight, strand of time, dimensional hallucination. Beads of sweat, monarch’s savour diamond. Triumphant in black abyss wake, consumer of furnished green stars. Sense, breath of adder wake. Temper champion of thrusting sword. Stripe, tear of illusion bound magicians face. Grass vacuumed from radiant, blue, black, tornado. Poems from an Autistic Soul.
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Poems From A Puppet Girl
Poems From A Puppet Girl. Friday, April 22, 2011. This binding fear that holds me tight. My body stiffens, I'm filled with fright. I can't break its grip on me. Somehow I must get free. It chokes me and I gasp for air. As it drags me down into its lair. It surrounds me always and won't let go. This fear remains my never ending foe. Poems From A Puppet Girl. Thursday, January 6, 2011. Some are left without. A match to those. Around. But when. Direction, it longs for just. One that fits so well. All I can ...
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Poems From A Spiritual Heart
Poems From A Spiritual Heart. Exploring our spiritual path through poetry and photography. Home: Poems From A Spiritual Heart. Home: Dennys Online Newspaper. Recipes: Muffin Monday and Cake Tuesday. Poem List: Complete Poem List available above too on tabs bar. Complete Poem List HERE. An Audience of One. A Man In Love. Angels Left Behind: Orphans of the World. Bitter Romance in the Garden. Blue Heron Balancing The Wind. Fourth of July When Life is Simple. Gifts From The Heart, A Christmas Poem. Later th...
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Poems From A Twisted Mind
Poems From A Twisted Mind. Twisted - to change shape under forcible turning or twisting. I Understand the world from a different mind set. I have twisted reality to fit my life and this is my art to show my Twist. Don't Kiss me if your afraid of thunder. My life is a storm.". Wednesday, September 24, 2014. 8220;Just talk to him” Dylan says. But it doesn’t work that way. He’s way too cute. I mean, have you seen his kicks? 8220;Yeah, yeah he’s a cute hipster”. But oh he’s so much more. Whereas I just rant.
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The Life And Poems Of Caroline's Son
The Life And Poems Of Caroline's Son. Inspirational poems from a terminally ill young man. Saved by his mother after his passing and given to someone to post in a blog for others to read. Tuesday, January 1, 2013. A new attitude about life. Look up for today is a new day. All can be right if you look at it in the right way. Blessings continue to flow from God. For no matter how bad it looks if you pray. God will come out of it. You might have a flat beside the road. But with that comes patience. Let me a...
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Poems From God
Poetry and Theology with some opinion thrown in. Thursday, September 06, 2012. On being a prophet. To be a prophet isn't just about making statements about the future. It more importantly is speaking God's words. For me, the gift God gives is to speak His words. I say that all i do is take dictation. Yet there are promises, like God's to Abram. Which Abram proceeded to totally mess up. Or to Elijah, "a widow with nothing will take care of you". What is interesting about both these prophecies ...When we l...
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Poems (From God) - inspirational Poems, Homeless, Short Inspirational Poems
The Poems (From God) Project: a mission to collectively share the existing good of others. Homeless but Not Hopeless. Discover how God always keeps his promises.
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The Starting End | A New Beginning …. Poetry of Love & Life
A New Beginning …. Poetry of Love and Life. Wishes and Dreams, Once More. Posted by Heather's Starting End. On May 14, 2015. Wishing on a star. I held a heart that wasn’t mine,. It sang songs, but not for me. Just how crazy had I been. All along hearing,. I loved you until, my heart bled dry. Till the music,. Till the only sound within my head. Was the echoing madness,. Of an empty day. It was you, not the sun. That lit my days. It was you, not the stars. That filled my nights. Now it’s me, all alone.