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 Dec 2015 MOTV
Victoria C
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 Dec 2015 MOTV
Victoria C
Ragged breathing and liquid eyes you kissed me and I created
a thunderstorm and you gave me an umbrella.
You carried my thoughts gently and pulled back my hair and touched me with
delicate fingers that I wanted to hold forever.
"please don't ever let me go" I recited repeatedly in my head.
and you listened, heard me loud and clear with our limbs entwined.
I wanted to stay embraced like this for as long as possible
but nothing lasts forever and I am a fool and you are bright
and a whole world away.
why couldn't we stay, in that little piece of peace.
with sheets of hair and skin sun-kissed and heated and to feel
another persons body around yours, to feel their every move and
twitch and to hear their heart beat through their caged insides
gives so much comfort and release
and in that moment I knew
id given too much.
 Dec 2015 MOTV
jeffrey conyers
Some changes hurts others.
Even if it's to benefit you.
Some will drag you down.
Spread rumors all around town.

If you changed your life around for the glory of you.
And others hates your views and perspectives.
Just say , "I'm following Jesus".

Maybe, you were a drug dealer.
Maybe, you was a woman selling her body.
Maybe, you was various things in society that led you wrongly.

But once, you wise up and accepted your past to change.
Let none you know formerly in your past stop you from saying...
I'm following Jesus.

His life, his path serves a purpose.
His death served a reason.

It leaves a everlasting effect upon you.
 Dec 2015 MOTV
KathleenAMaloney
Holy Spirit
Have I only to speak your name and The Fruits of your bearing become Mine?
What of my Name …

Did It Stand By Thee,
when the statues fell,
and the horses tromped the citizens blood underfoot?

Was this a fight to the death?
or was this something that I stayed Four,
and became myself again?

Look Up Dear Citizen,
It is for You to decide Now.
Is it Well with Thee?

Or have you become that,
which, Stolen in this Flight of Darkened Angels
Cross’s the Globe like so many Chagall’s

I Claim Thee Reconciled Spirit.
Beauty standing Upright upon the Wall of Life,
Grace’s Free Giving, standing for  the Citizenship of this World.
 Dec 2015 MOTV
KathleenAMaloney
I have eaten the Sun.
Now I crave the Coming of the Yellow,
Starvation hunger  born within the heart of a star
I am forever Free.

Touch Me
I'm Yours....

Reason named St. Catherine's
Hiding place of Eternity
It is the Veil of Pleasure.

Meniscus of Opportunity,
torn by Willingness    
Heavens Journey
In the desire to mate with God.

How can I lie to Any
It Is this Communion that I seek..
Not as the Being
but as the Lover

Passive waters of the Soul
touched by Heavens Desire
I am Harvested Queen

Heart of Listening,
Fulfillment
as the Desire of Sound

Graced now pleasures
with the Ring of Adoration.

............
 Dec 2015 MOTV
Ajey Pai K
She was with him and he with her,
Like parallel lines, they really were.
One loved the other but couldn't tell,
Likes they were, but they could not repel.

Curious they were about each other,
Like when a child sees another.
Strongly anxious yet hesitant,
Innocent it was, something prevalent.

It was special, that exact moment.
Better than love or any sort of romance.
Friends they were and they loved each other,
He looked at her, like he looked into the mirror.
And looking into the mirror he cried, She came up to him from behind and wiped them off his cheeks! <3
 Dec 2015 MOTV
Ava Bean
I am a therapy of sorts.
I can listen to your woes
Massage your tired feet
Perhaps make you some cookies
Or other kinds of treats.
But I am not medicine.
I cannot cure all your worries,
Or stop the consistent aching in your heart.
I cannot stop you from going over the edge
Or tearing yourself apart.
"My dad thinks I'm depressed and says I should be around you more because you make me so happy"
cupid's small arrow
is a fly speck compared to
the axe of lost love
Senryu
 Dec 2015 MOTV
Nigel Finn
Words are harmless, so they say,
That's where the problem starts;
Sticks and stones
May break our bones
But words will break our hearts.



Words are harmless, so they say,
And point you to their charts;
It's harmless fun,
No damage done.
But... Who will mend our hearts?



The x-rays show no damage
Where words have scathed across,
But it still feels hard to manage,
And leaves you at a loss.



Words are harmless, don't complain,
That's where the problem starts.
It's quite absurd-
A single word-
Enough to break our hearts!



But words are harmless, they maintain;
The subject of their parts,
No less or more,
So let them pour
From all our broken hearts
“Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts” is a quote I have stolen directly from Robert Fulghum.
In my defence, he'd already stolen half of that quote himself.
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