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#Was_just_a_fling
How confused am I now , when both my mind and heart presents a different version, to my sense, as I struggle to draw sense and understanding from this matter but there are just so many blanks and gaps, there's no coherent patches of my clearity as they are dispersed, I wish I could say yes but this just don't soaks in
no attachments! Why am I sensing roots underneath my heart, what's this collision of waves and frequencies, my body and mind catches, when a stroke of you flashes to my thought. Please don't tell me, I'm caught up in my own abnormalities, I wanna believe that but theres just too many uncertanities, blocking way to my acception, I wanna say yes but the 'no' in me, keeps changing the meaning of 'yes'
I wanna be honest but there's no honesty in denial, I wanna forget but that thought serves as a lid to my thoughts, then how could I, I wanna accept but then I don't understand, maybe I'm dripping, myb I'm illucinating, maybe that's the efffect of this confusion in me, this imbalance, this attachment, these roots, maybe it was just fling
#Poetic_Ink
Ruthless is what they call you
Chaos is your friend
They curse and they blame you
for destruction you always bring
Beaten, bruised and battered
Hearts broken into pieces
Hopes are being shattered
Remains are pain that never eases
Wanting to run away
Trying to control myself from falling
But no matter how hard I try
I always end up staying
A strong force I can’t resist
draws me closer to you
Slowly and ever so knowingly
I’m falling deeper as I go
I wanted to know you care
But this answer, I have no courage to find
Scared that I may not bear
knowing our hearts are not aligned
You are the storm
Though out of wrath you were form
I am the rain
And I’m bound with you despite the pain
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There is another version of this poem.
The Storm's point of view.
Please take time to read my other Poem
" Storm: Loving Rain"
You might also want to check
Wind: Loving Sky and
Sky: Loving Wind..
Appreciate you taking time to read my art everyone!
God bless us all
xoxo
My ego rising tall from lowly lay,
I often feel: world warms up to my song
And plays a second fiddle in my play,
I lead a vain orchestra all day long.
But evening twilight setting in, I brood,
Contemplate and begin at last to see
Me in misty shadowy solitude—
Oh, I'm no more than a droplet in sea.
The world's now bathed in radiance all new,
Beauty and bliss welling up from within,
And a window emerges with a view
That lets me see a world not before seen.
Man as a mere point in infinity,
He’s looked as a faceless nonentity. ______________________________________________
Sonnets | 04.04.2017 |
Revised, one more version deleted
Sinner-man
Part of the new up rising
Compliance with his version...
Of righteousness
While in the same, breath
If you DON'T do things HIS way
U R Not saved
What does GOD say...
What does the Bible say...
All those...Demonominations
Telling U do things only their way
And if U don't do it the denominations way
Then U R not saved..
Ask yourself this question...
How do U want to he SAVeD
Denominationaly-man's way
Or by GOD way
What does the bible really say.
Humanity stop doing salvation your way
9/24/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Breaking down the barriers
That propped us up this whole time
Decomposing our identity down to the studs
As contemplating our next mountain to climb
Shattering our version of self
Loosening what was tightly wound
Refreshing to start seeing the whole picture
Discovering what we thought could never be found
Rightly reshuffling the deck
Rebuilding today better than before
Purposefully putting the puzzle back together
Realizing that some of the pieces don't fit anymore
But the story doesn't end there
While certain parts no longer align
It clears the space for fresh beginnings
Unlimited options ahead to mold our new design
A psychic connection
I have planted a seed inside your mind,
So read my thoughts from time to time.
Let me become a part of your conscience;
If we move as one through this world,
We can offer each other guidance.
We share an understanding and a way of thinking.
A poet explaining and a song writer singing.
The very best of the best;
The best we have to give.
Life is a constant test
And we must learn how to live.
Forever we are changing, evolving day to day.
In a future version of ourselves, we will know what to say.
From the babies we were, we have grown to become strong of thought.
We have passion and clarification;
We now know all that which we have been taught and so much more.
From school until now, we are constantly learning;
From baby to adult, we are advancing.
A hope is all they had, the Mom and the Dad;
Now I am simply here, to give thanks.
The more we grow, the more we know.
After a time of being just a person that follows,
We are now strong enough to walk alone…
We are no longer a clone.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Follow the track with the scenic view,
into the wood with a carpet blue.
Between clumps of gorse in yellow garb,
along a path baked summer hard.
Around shadu ponds that teem with life,
rush and sedge amidst tall loose strife.
Into the meadow,a country stile,
contemplating I sit awhile.
2020 version
Blossom of baby's breath
soft white gorse
crusted yellow
weeping willow
rush patterned lace
pastures
a pastel green
Buttercup, daisy&comely cowslip
mingle&mix
in fellowship
swaying pelts of grass
with purple vetch &
ribwort plantain
Hawthorn &
scented woodruff
briar brambles sprawl
in dogrose so tall
above
harts-tongue
in
English rain
There were nights I thought the darkness had decided for me, when silence felt endless and every breath was a battle I wasn’t sure I’d win.
But even then, something small in me refused to give in — a spark, a whisper saying not yet.
Strength came in pieces: mornings I rose anyway, days I kept going with a heavy heart, moments I chose to believe life could still surprise me.
Hope didn’t roar; it pulsed softly, reminding me I was still here — and that being here was enough to begin again.
So I gather what remains: courage I didn’t know I had, softness I once hid, tears that taught me how to feel. I rebuild myself slowly, honestly.
I will stand — not because the past didn’t hurt, but because the future matters.
I will stand — because breaking open revealed a version of me that still believes in better days.
I will stand — because someone out there is holding on by a thread, and threads can become lifelines.
If my voice shakes, let it.
If my knees tremble, let them.
I am still standing — not perfectly, not bravely every day, but honestly, the way real people do when life knocks them down and they rise anyway.
Strength isn’t loud; it’s the quiet decision to keep showing up for your own life.
I’m still learning how. Still figuring out who I am after everything I’ve survived. Still trying to believe I deserve days that don’t hurt.
But I’m here. And so are you.
If today feels heavy, if you’re tired in a way sleep can’t fix, if you’re holding yourself together with hope and habit — hear this:
You’re not failing.
You’re not weak.
You’re human.
Humans break, heal, rise, and rise again.
You will stand too — in your own time, your own way — not because you never fell, but because you refused to stay down.
And that is enough.
~I Love You Jesus~
(Couplets)
Just when I thought, I was alone and so lost,
You came to live inside my heart, and paid for me the greatest cost,
Of all, and since then You never left my side no matter what I have done,
Or what in my life I've chosen to do.In my soul you shine like the sun
You're the most wonderful thing that happened to me.You make me whole,
Without You to guide me I would be now in an empty darkened hole,
Without You by my side, this life would be so worthless and very mean,
Without You, my world would be so cruel and empty and so coldly grim.
I know that there's nobody like Him in the whole world, you see
He touches my heart and my soul, everyday, in every conceivable way,
He's made everything for me so completely brand-new, you see,
His sweet love fills the emptiness of my sinful soul, He sets me free.
His love is the greatest therapeutic healer that every man should know,
And without His Love and Grace there wouldn't be, any love left to show.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
March.03.2015
Authors notes: Reference
Tap in to the truth - Scripture reading: John 3:16
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS ONLY SON,THAT WHOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM SHALL NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE. -JOHN 3:16
IN GOD I TRUST!
My very favorite Psalm in the Holy Bible..Psalm 23.
Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV)
Very important verses to read in the Holy Scriptures..
1. Nothing to be afraid of- Hebrews 13:5-6
2. The heart of the matter- 1 Samuel 16:7
3. A covenant of love- John 3:16
4. Thank You Lord- 1 Thessalonians 5:18
5. Christ in you!- Colossians 1:27
6. Don't let the devil put one over you- John 8:44
7. Follow your dream- Exodus 3:11-12
8. God of your trouble,God of your heart- Psalm 32:7
9. Don't look at the storm - Matthew 14:30-31
10. A word about angels - Psalm 91:11
11. The power of love- Galatians 5:6
12. Abide in the Word- John 15:7
13. Love the secret of success- 1 Corinthians 13:8
14. Seek God first- Matthew 6:33
15. No deposit- No return- Psalm 112:1-7
16. Be clothed with humility- 1 Peter 5:5
17. Solid Rock Faith- 1 Samuel 4-6 and Luke 2:18-36
18. Firm foundation - 1 Samuel 7-9 and Luke 9:18-36
Sex is not love,
it never was,
just a fire that burns and asks for nothing beyond the rush of a moment’s pause.
Dating is not love,
not just dinners, not just calls that stretch till the night feels whole—
not just two names tangled in a digital scroll.
Talking 24 hours is not love either,
words can flow like rivers and still remain empty at the shore,
sound without soul, echoes asking for more.
Love is something wider than the sky,
not a cage, not narrow, not something that asks the soul to lie.
It is vast—like silence between two understood hearts,
where even distance cannot tear them apart.
Love is when someone stays in your worst,
not because they have to, but because leaving you would hurt them first.
It is presence without demand,
a quiet holding of your trembling hand.
Love is when they understand your silence like a language,
when your broken pieces don’t need translation or passage.
When your pain doesn’t need to be spoken out loud,
yet they hear it beneath every crowd.
Love is not blame, not war disguised as care,
not scapegoats thrown into emotional air.
It doesn’t point fingers when things fall apart,
it learns how to stay without breaking the heart.
Love is what this generation slowly forgets to feel,
lost in things that glitter but never heal.
It is not money, not gifts that fade in time,
but happiness shared in a rhythm, almost like a rhyme.
A love letter written with shaking hands and truth,
more valuable than anything polished or smooth.
Love is expressing, not impressing,
not changing someone into a version you’re guessing.
It is seeing them real, raw, and free,
no masks, no pressure of who they “should be.”
And maybe love is incomplete, still becoming, still true—
not a finished story, but a feeling that grows with you.