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This pain I was experiencing was so overwhelming to me
Hot tears burnt and stung my heart, my soul and my eyes
Within, I just felt like dying and with all this suffering and pain I just cried
Then I heard a very sweet voice whispering in my ears "Daughter, please, don't cry!"
I lifted my head and looked all around me
Searching from where that gentle voice
Seemed to had come from and then I rejoiced
My heart telling me it has to be Him the One who's spoken just to me.
As you might had guessed by now
I've been referring all the time about my Heavenly Father
Jesus Christ! He's the one who sticks to us closer than a friend or a brother
He's our Father, our Creator and our best friend. Yes, He is that, and more. Wow!
Jesus is my Lord, my King and my Savior
For sure, He's my Redeemer and also is my Comforter
Jesus gives me the strength I need when I'm failing because of sin here
He dries each one of my tears now and forever when they just seem to pour.
The pain I was experiencing was so overwhelming to me
But then I heard a very sweet voice whispering in my ears "Daughter of mine,I love you!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
June,17,2009
He waltzed with me
I swayed with him like a dandelion to the breeze
I closed my eyes, and from my lips escaped a happy sigh
Our silhouettes illuminated the streetlight
Together we fit, like the lost puzzle pieces. it just seems right.
His lips, vessels of sincerity
make me blush a pink lemonade hue
He makes me glow brighter than a firefly
Run a marathon, even when I am tired
I like to look upon him when he isn't looking
his mohawk in blowing in the breeze
his charisma, his humour, and his character
have me tongue tied and amorous
by his captivating nature
the remiender of his existence in my life is haunting
my motivation to be everything for him has become overwhelming
Form:
I feel lost, blinded by your soul shining so bright. I'm drawn towards the light radiating from you, like a moth to a flame. You consume me, overwhelming my senses. I strive to resist the temptation, but my heart and soul overpower my mind, giving in to the lust I crave. It's not physical; it's the connection between souls, an unspoken bond. The string the Norns weave into the web links us forever.
I'm a child inside, a flawed man. I struggle with how to handle this love. Trying to give unconditionally, I fall short. I can't break through, can't conquer or win this fight for your love. I mess everything up, my eyes searching in a dark room for you.
It feels like swimming against the current, and I am tired, yet I push forward. Slowly fading, sinking into the water, struggling and thrashing, I can't make it to shore. As I dip deeper, I picture your face, your smile, your laugh – bringing joy to a drowning heart.
Shattered glass and broken promises,
reflections of how plans once made
can suddenly become just memories...
Crystal clear and shining hopes
that sparkle in the mind's array
of hopeful dreams and quiet fantasies.
Thoughts of wine sipped by the fire,
the tenderness of spoken words,
the sweet seduction of an eager soul.
Quiet moments, conversations,
assurances that love would last
but wine soon warms and passion can grow cold.
Sullen thoughts, a broken heart,
the sound of silence in the air,
lingering echoes of a closing door.
An overwhelming silence
that is only interrupted
by the shattering of a wine glass on the floor.
Fireflies in my head and they are stuck
This is the overwhelming feeling of being love struck
Your presence causes butterflies to fill my stomach
It is a sensation that I just cannot lick
A tremor in my chest a weakness in my knees
A stutter of my words hinders them to flow with ease
The smell of your skin causes a sensory division
The warmth of your soul blurs my clear vision
The touch of your hand and I can’t walk a straight line
A whisper in my ear sends a chill down my spine
A hug from you makes me feel faint so I count to ten
But your kiss starts my heart to finally beat again
I’m overcome with emotion and I have to sit
I come to this conclusion that I love it
Fireflies in my head and they are stuck
This is the overwhelming feeling of being love struck
The bottle is half-empty,
and my thoughts are half-crazy.
The room is dark and dingy,
the air thick with the scent
of stale smoke and regret.
My mind wanders aimlessly,
like a lost soul searching
for a way out of this purgatory.
The memories flood in
like a torrential downpour,
overwhelming and unrelenting.
The whiskey burns my throat,
but it's the only thing
keeping me sane in this mad world.
The clock ticks away,
mocking me with its steady rhythm.
A burden weighs upon my heart,
forged by the gravity
of past missteps,
leaving me to ponder
the plausibility of redemption.
The words birthed from within me,
the verses and tales that spill forth,
appear as mere endeavors
born from desperation,
seeking to unravel
the enigma of this purposeless existence.
But still, I cling to hope
like a drowning man
clutching at a straw
in the raging sea.
The ink spills from my pen,
forming delicate webs
of truth and illusion.
Each word carries a piece
of my fragmented soul,
a plea for understanding
in a world that often
turns a blind eye.
The shadows dance on the walls,
whispering secrets of forgotten dreams
and lost aspirations.
I listen, hoping to catch
a glimpse of salvation
amidst the chaos.
The silence is deafening,
broken only by the hollow echo
of my own breath.
Through the haze of smoke and despair,
a glimmer of light flickers.
It is fragile, like a delicate flower
pushing through cracked pavement.
I nurture it with every ounce of strength,
for it holds the promise
of a brighter tomorrow.
In this dimly lit room,
I confront my demons,
wrestling with the ghosts
that haunt my restless nights.
The battle is fierce,
but I refuse to surrender.
I gather my shattered pieces,
rebuilding my spirit
one fragment at a time.
I may be a mere speck
in this vast universe,
but I refuse to fade into the abyss.
With pen in hand,
I write my way towards redemption,
seeking solace in the power of words.
For even in the darkest corners of existence,
poetry has the ability
to ignite a spark of hope
and set the soul free.
The bloodthirsty reign of Angelus had ended, or so the story has been told,
that after feasting upon and killing the beloved daughter of a gypsy family,
the gypsy shaman cursed Angelus with a soul.
Damned to immortally walk the earth, never to know or pursue happiness,
for if a moment of joy were to be experienced,
it would release the hold of the curse.
His evil darkness would once again return.
His soul once again would be lost.
The power of Angelus's soul and conscience
would avoid this at any cost.
Blood, his only sustenance can no longer be attained from taking human life.
Surrounded by so many a human temptation
is the eternal challenge of Angelus's immortal cursed life.
He now must feed on the blood of vermin, chickens, cattle and swine.
never to know or experience true happiness
or evil Angelus will return big time.
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"What's happening to me? Something's horrifically wrong.
Why do I have this overwhelming sense of fear that I no longer belong?
What is this crippling feeling that seems to surround me?
Is this what is known as being afraid?
I am Angelus. Things like fear are alien to me.
Just ask any,...just ask any of the many,...just ask,
all the helpless victims I so mercilessly slain.
Sometimes they wouldn't scream. They were too petrified,
but children, children always screamed.
My God, the poor frightened children would always cry before they died.
Why do I now see and feel all the terror I instilled
on all these faces who now haunt me.
My God, all these faces of all these people I killed.
You'd think that with my many centuries past,..
...the past which boasts of all the horrible things I have done.
You'd think that with all I have butchered, killed and maimed
that I wouldn't be able to remember every single last one.
My God, what is happening? Where have I been?
Why was I this monster so consumed with the total embracing of sin?"
He hovered in the corner alone, frightened and cold.
All of his past horrors committed continued to unfold.
The vampire all vampires feared was no more.
He was now cursed with a soul
and the power of conscience is a power that evil can never endure.
The bloodthirsty reign of Angelus had ended,
but there's still more story of this vampire to be told.
Such as his quest for redemption by protecting the helpless,
as Angel, The Vampire with a Soul.
536.
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Are also said to be conspiring with EU, UN & US!
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Our American hatred weakened, our Chinese friendship strengthened
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Do not emulate the girl power of those Liberal crooks
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For the Supermajority, for you & me… for our country!
-12/30/2016
(Dumarao)
*Our Golden Times During PDu30
Keep thinking, keep interested, keep praying, keep dreaming. Be mentally sensitive at all times so that the magic word that motivates you may one day speak to your deep inner self. Norman Vincent Peale
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Keep faith and brace to initiate your wave.
Stay resilient—reject to succumb or cave.
Dwell directly down the desire you have set.
Venture for your ambitions without regret.
Strive to weather any obstacle or spree.
Undying faith and clear aims are success key
Implies sacrifice, commitment, and skill too
These are critical to an edge or breakthrough.
Fulfill your goals, none is vain if you believe.
No drag can be dealt and no dole can deceive.
After exertion—there is no desultory vitality.
Never settle for a skewed version of reality.
I was supine simply—staring at the wall.
Blinding lights shatter the glass hall.
Growing an overwhelming feeling of fear.
I still close my eyes and dream of sheer
Strolling in a dense woodland as it gets dark
Bright stars and an orange moon draw a spark.
Anything in my close vicinity is lively and alive.
Soaked and at peace, with no drive to strive.
The faded history will be right in our grasp.
The faults and lofty goals no longer unclasp.
In the deepest, darkest world, there is no fear.
I am presently unfettered, resistant, and clear.
Living this way would have been flawless.
Relishing the splendor, peace, and aweless.
Realizing that our destiny is in His control.
Trusting His epic might bestow souls console.
Embrace the light of faith—let fears starve.
Dreaming, wishing, and aiming may carve
That's why I keep trying; it's due to one desire.
A dream of freedom and justice never conspires.
If you have faith, your dreams will come true.
And boldly uncover the potential inside you.
Thus, resist the urge to cave up and cave in.
Keep your faith and let your adventure spin.
it started with a smell of iron, trickles of sweat - not galatea's, but the room's. there was a cold hard baseline of nothing for a long time, and then like a final push of the shutters, an overwhelming and chaotic onrush of light; light didn't dawn, it pierced like a dart of dry salt to the back of her eyelids. that word is actually a second word. her first thought wasn't a word at all; the heavy presence of her own head on top of the school, sitting on a neck that never needed to bear it. then a sound, a frantic wet hitch of air. it sounded like someone was gasping right beside her ear - his breath. something warm pressed against her cheek - not a gust. he was trying to breathe down her mouth like he was inflating a drowning dog. she tried to tilt her head away, but her muscles were still thick; half-trapped in the grit of the pedestal. when she finally managed to open her eyes, the world was blurry, cluttered with hammers, oil rags, and the gray dust of her former skin, scattered across the floorboards. and there he was! not a god; some random man with dirt under his fingernails, looking at her with all the horrors in the world, because his beautiful, silent toy had just swallowed and blinked.
man makes statue real
authority stripped away ~
a shift in power