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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I’m in distress I can’t express How I feel deep down inside This feeling is a terrible tide How do I impress Everyone here in excess? I’m just here to simply abide By God’s Law, I don’t subside My tears are diamonds in the cave You left me glistening, but I am still listening You left me with nothing to do But yet you put me through strenuous, endless work here You left me a sea of endless blue But yet you put me through so much unneeded fear, dear Till death do me part, I will not shatter apart Till death do me part, I will take heart, take heart Till death do me part, I will roll away the deathcart Till death do me part, I’m ripping me apart, my art My lovely piece of art My masterpiece from the start You are like apple tarts Beyond a number one on the charts You pieced together My once adrenalin-burden, broken and unspoken parts I have been forever Bound in rusty, ancient chains to your cold-stoned hearts Laid upon the table of cards You left me scattered like shards Of nothingness…of cracked-open ribcages of rage and egg shells of ecstasy sham Dove of love, I rove in your arms of you-do-me-no-harm charms — my tears of tribulation is who I am…who I am…God’s finally-found lamb I’m in distress once more I can’t express this emotion to the core How do I feel this way deep down inside? Why am I so extravagantly lost in ecstasy, yet forever found in hell’s dystopian dread? This feeling is a terrible tide of far from a mending pride that’s a shadow in hiding and a hope that dried up and has become dead God is still abiding by my side After all I have done under the wrath of the sun God is not subsiding from my ride Of downs and ups, leaving me coming undone Gather my tears in clusters of shamelessness Lather up my cheers in my heartfelt, bejeweled happiness Tatter up and tear away the sunset of upset in my fretfulness Splatter away the raindrops from bitter clouds and rise up above me with eagle wings of fervor-fantastic flight, sunrise of graciousness My fear has been transformed to faithfulness Dove into death’s dark vale of hopelessness It appears that, once again, I am conformed into facing reality’s demise Don’t seek me — I’m not wise…don’t seek me — I’m not wise…don’t consider me with considerate, honorable eyes My tears are diamonds in the cave I’m trying to behave and be brave Through the storms of tribulation in my life Throughout my life, I’ve dealt with this strife That’s been killing me deep inside, But it’s enlivening my cold, strong soul I’ve been crossing a terribly teary tide But it’s enlightening my spirits as a whole My living loneliness is never-ending…it’s an endless cycle of doubt I need to be walking God’s radiant route and you know what I am talking about I’m giving it all I got — the strength that has left me to bittersweetly rot Ironically enough, I’m fine and well — what about you, dwelling in heavenly pleasures that you sought after and won soon afterwards? It’s all because my flame of freedom wasn’t that hot like yours is…damn, it’s all for naught I’m scatterbrained in my lyrical rhymes of dangerous roads Where is my abode? Where is my home of hope when I need it most? I cope with these…hard, heartless and hateful sensations I am like a dry, useless soap, hanging on the cage-like shelf in that bathroom shower of desires and devastations I’m sorry…I can’t cope anymore…I’m sore and I can’t soar no more, the one I simply adore…my head of unsaid-dread is hanging by the thicket of rope With my tears of tribulation, crawling into my frame of mind and breaking the glass within…it’s making me truly, sincerely sick But I can pray that I won’t fall victim to being the prey of lack-of-tranquil-hope Will I win or will I lose this race of hardships? They are but remnant-formations in my heart of left-all-alone through frowns, smiles, thin, neutral and thick I’m succumbing to this corruption’s rum like an alcoholic, like some Becoming dumb and numb like a bread crumb Upon the unkept, dusty floor from down under I am a bottomless chamber of lies below the gutter In the pit of my stomach, My tears of tribulation remain In the pit of my stomach, My fears in my cranium’s train Keeps on going and going and going and going Keeps on glowing and glowing and glowing Keeps on growing and growing and growing Keeps on blowing and blowing and blowing Like a candle above the surface of water In the pit of my stomach, My tears of vanity and frustration mutter Words of woe and words unlike any other I fear naught I have sought To wipe those tears from my eyes And smile away the bottomless lies Have you heard I’m absurd like a bird, fluttering wingless and uncured? Have you heard that I’m stronger than I realize and that I have endured? I have endured the waves of emotion My tears of tribulation — my one and only devotion and my lonesome ocean of peaceable commotion Till death do me part, I will not shatter apart Till death do me part, I will take heart, take heart Till you bring me to life, Will you zip out the strife? Till you sing to me your mesmerizing, memorable muse and let anguish and guiltiness cease, I will stay earnest and refuse to let the abuse of the past take me away from vast, vibrant peace I am lost and nestled in your lullabies But I will not be brainwashed by your lies I am found in the arms of peace-abiding angels I am not selling my soul to the darksome devils I work for the angels above I don’t laze around with the demons below You know what I ponder of? Classical music that inspires my mind aglow I work for the angels above I don’t crave attention and craze myself in bewilderment to feel irrational, unavailable and meaningless love All the other genres of music doesn’t motivate me as much as classical does, I know I don’t want unrequited, prudentless adoration for show I need acceptance of who I am and who I will become — God’s Holy Spirit-dwelling warrior and vigilant knight of tranquility in His Kingdom I want affectionate might To show me the way in which to go It will give me so much delight If you’d let me know, Lord, if I can glow Like the sunrise… In the eyes of the beholder Rising in the highs… If only I can become bolder If only I can have time and effort To show you that I care I will raise you above the dirt in comfort And share with you caressing, embracing, endearment you and I can bear Instead, we must grimace Through the nightmares of my tribulant tears Go ahead and harshly dismiss The times we cherished most of all as it appears My tears of tribulation Is due to a lack of intimacy I think I can relate to this agitation I believe I can make those cheeks of yours pink If only I can see you smile and laugh wholeheartedly I’d say With the tears of tribulation far behind us all, minus the dismay I will weep no more, One I simply adore
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