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 Jul 2016 Gracie Knoll
Ja
I wonder what your eyes see
That mine don’t
What your mind thinks
That mine won’t

I wonder what your heart feels
That mine can’t
Who your love touches
That mine shan’t

I wonder what your dreams conceive
That mine wouldn’t                                                         ­ 
And what you will achieve
That I couldn’t                                                        
­
I wonder where your destiny lies
That mine isn't                                                            ­      
What your legacy will symbolize
That mine didn't
BOEMS BY JA 488
Thank you all so much for your prayers. I am resting now and feeling better. I looked up the problem online and don't feel it's necessary to go to the hospital.

I am going to take a short break. I'll be back online tomorrow 7/19/2016.

♡ Catherine
Counting up the rhymes
Within the gears are clicking
The years redeeming time

I see beleaguered multitudes
I realize the cost
The confusion of the children
The Weeping of the Lost

I do not want to frighten you
Don't want your hope to die
But I cannot see you uninformed
Believing outright lies!

12 midnight is about to ****
Look around. You'll see the signs.
The world's a ticking time bomb

And it's 11:59...

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... making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil."
Ephesians 5:16

You may be wondering about my last several poems. It is my conviction that I'd be a Watchman on the wall. I tried to stay away from this type of work. But I can't. If I were actually a Watchman in biblical times and I didn't warn the people of Danger, I would have been killed. I feel the weight inside of my heart killing me by degrees. I don't want to offend anybody. I just want to let you know that something is around the bend and it's nothing Nice...

In God you have some protection. Without Him you are bereft. Your government won't help you. The power won't help you. Money won't help you. Only God. Please. Just think about it, okay? Thanks.

♡ Catherine

-
child of heart
but not of womb,
would i'd been
gifted to ban the
hope-thieving,
spirit-throwing
parasitic lies,
to shelter ears
& fragile petals
against bruising,
whiskey-glazed
acts and words.
would i might be
gifted now to
soothe, cradling
tender soul through
deadest night's
watery gloom.
yet firmly i know
none other will ever
be gifted to bestow
what only One balm
can perfectly renew,
and He waits for you,
my beautiful girl.
The
More
Why's
Life
Presents
Tighter
Too
Jesus
I
Hold

RLD
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