"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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Who could not use a little extra love!? I love to spoil.
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Always more we could have said, should have said. But what love has been given, is never lost, though perhaps deeply planted in the firmament of time. It is God's Law and Promise to humanity...that there will be a rich harvest for those who remain faithful to the core tenderness of His Sacred Heart.
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I will pay my way, if the price is my heart, for a love I could never depart."
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Dear Self,
The world is small, they say. I am but an ant in a jungle of bushes --- with eyes but couldn't see. Guided by the smell of faith, I followed the thread to nowhere. Where this heart would lead? I don't know... Pursuing the unknown, hoping this journey will end me where my soul can peacefully rest.
Yours,
Mixie21
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Most them, the words we claim have already been invented for us. Poets, like children with the outlines drawn, color them our way. I could never stay within the lines.
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Your poem or quote could be a masterpiece, but if your not part of the in crowd,it will be ignored.
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Stop and smell the roses, but be careful you may get stung, for those bees are not fussy about taste, so you could be the unlucky one.
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Never thought poetry could heal a soul until I became that soul myself.
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Quit this, quit this,’ I’d tell myself. ‘How could I do better?’ I’d ask. I have to turn to God, I’d suggest. But I’m a sinner beyond salvation, and God’s mercy is boundless. Thanks to it, I have hope.
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Our world could do with more philosophers, and less politicians.
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Would it worry you, if your thoughts could be seen, if your answer is yes, then your thinking the wrong things.
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If we could cease comparison this world would be a better place. Your right could be wrong and vice verce.
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The instrument of God's justice on evil was the cross, the motivation of God is His love, the outcome is His justice and fellowship. Only God could come up with this.
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How I wish the English alphabets could be rearranged, so that U and I could be together, forever!
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"A helping hand today could save a life tomorrow" J.F.
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He would appear and hold you as you weep if He could, make you laugh and smile...
But that wouldn't be free-will now, would it?
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Tender Poetry needs love. Even painful poetry -- we could not be hurt were not for Love's inherent vulnerability.
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Why would we want a heaven without loving consciousness to experience and recall friendships infinitely? Silly to think that God would allow us such fond thoughts, and not Himself cherish tender togetherness above all else. Wrong to think that such depth of bliss, such profound cohesiveness could spring out of random evolution unmediated -- Have no doubts. Heaven is our Live Feeling Eternal Companion, and not a random Spiritual Stranger, writer of previously unknown preference and vocabulary.
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Death has already defeated the living.
I’ve never heard a dead man say he wishes he could live a little…
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An arrogant thought could be a noble pursuit.
If you do it?
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I write to make myself think...so I guess, one could say, I write to make myself write.
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