I was seven and the Nun teacher said put your head down and
think about your sins to confess to the priest; so I did, but could
not think of a single one. Oh, I must have some I cried, so I lied.
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If some things come in, then there must be a way out,
And if you could find no way out,
then it becomes a thistle in the flesh.
For one's destiny is not born, nor written in pain or in fate,
But created through it.
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Dangerous, powerful...and seductive. What more could one want from life!?
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I miss my youth. If I could have back only what I wasted.
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Darkness is there to tell
how shining stars could be.
To unveil the hidden gems
requires the absence of light.
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I stitched away the mouth
Who couldn't remember. Even if my body could.
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Yes, it is like that. I always write in bed, lying down, using pencil for ink floods back. Cat is next to me, probably wondering why I bother when we could be out hunting. Little does he know, I am hunting composition. Clawing into paper, till it drips poetry.
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“God hath given you one face,” sister, daughter, wife and mother: Not even Vermeer could hope to trace let alone paint you such another.
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No warmth could warm him, no wintry weather chill him, no sadness touch him.
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A poet shouldn't worry too much about being consistent. As Walt Whitman said, "Do I contradict myself? So sue me." (I may not have that quote exactly right, but he was from New York so he could have said it that way.)
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What could be worse than being dead and deprived from making a difference? Don't let your mistakes weigh you down, stand up and do the needful immediately.
If you're not dead, you're not done.
Greater things are still to come.
Don't walk again in the path where you tripped and fell in hell.
The bleeding Pen.
Blossom Monyei
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If we could turn our mood swings into positive ones, we would have defeated negativeness in all its dreary forms.
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Trick your mind and the world will follow you all the way to the asylum. You could be there now and all this is in your head. I'm visiting, wondering if you are still in there.
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If only prices of food could be falling drastically — like standards! ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Science has found, various forms of life where some of the most extreme environments on earth exist. With all the trillions of stars and planets in the universe, the greater question to me is, not whether there are other forms of life out there...but what could possibly prevent it!?
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Do not be afraid of every storm —some come like the autumn winds to blow away old leaves so new ones could sprout. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Oh, could life be like for everyone, the best scenarios of our hearts!
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My mother’s hands — two candles no storm could extinguish.
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My mom could be so quiet that even God leaned in to listen.
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Could it be said that Mary, mother of Jesus, quite literally had a bun in the oven? John 6:48
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"If only my silence could write back to the things I never said."
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"I let go, so I could breathe again."
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We really are, naturally isolated from one another, whether we like it or not. No one could get inside of our heads, without damaging the Divine Product. Only God knows our hearts. God is personal to each of us... No two anything, exactly alike. At least, not from my experienced life.
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If only Tom's words had wings and could take flight in the emptiness of lone hearts. Those hearts would once sing again. There be songs, sing a-longs, harmony. And for every lovely word of his that passes the doors of the heart the foundation of the body is in a better place.
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In my mind I'm wonderin'
If all those things I never said
Could have changed the way
That things have changed
And made a better world instead...
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Letting yourself become completely consumed with someone who doesn't even deserve a second of your attention or affection, will literally destroy everything you are and could've became. And when you finally let yourself see who they truly are, even though it will still completely break every part of you, you will discover a newly found feeling of self respect and a freedom that you've never known existed.
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What do I know? But it seems to me, that God could have left the snake out of the garden... instead, blessed rodents with self control --
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Eyes of the brightest blue,
A smile that could strike a wave
A laugh that could haunt your dreams,
And a smile like Summer rain
Tender and warm her arms may be,
With the strength to hold you tight
But even the strongest of people,
Need to be held at night
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"The world is yours, take out the y and it could be ours."
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A discontent heart seeks more than it can give. A grateful heart seeks nothing. It already has everything it could need and want.
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