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  Apr 2016 Tammie K
Alyssa Paul
This poem I write to you
about the things I have done

With every breath
and every word
I hope to bring life, to you and me.
You are my sun, my joy, my light in the dark.
Please forgive me for all I have done.

The things that I do, I do for you,
because in the moment I find them to be true.
When I make you laugh,
When I make you cry,
When I made you mad,
When I make you happy.

I write this for you
so you can see
that you mean everything to me.
Tammie K Apr 2016
He
He has big dreams
big dreamy eyes
big dreamy lies
He has gold mines

He has issues
battles he is yet to overcome
steaming piles of baggage
He has dark sides

He has the gun
the bullet to start the war
the foolish heart from my sleeve
He has blurred lines

He has the buttons
pushes them with no secomd thought
takes it all and leaves me sore
He has many times

He has no control
it's all madness
complicated madness
He has it all


Thankfully, I have ME
  Apr 2016 Tammie K
James M Vines
He came in great humility, not having a name of prominence. His family was of a simple kind, or to the the world it seemed. Yet his father had a kingdom waiting for him to return. He gave up all he had to walk on dusty roads, from Bethlehem to Egypt, then again in Nazareth. All he did with in sacrifice, and for the fathers will. What it cost for him to sacrifice, no one can ever tell. The stories about his great deeds have been written and retold, but to many the truth remains unknown. For what he did wasn't for fame or fortune you see. He was beloved from the beginning, he was the first you see. He came to offer redemption, he came to set the captive free. He came and died a sinners death, because he so loved me.
  Apr 2016 Tammie K
XIII
Learning to love yourself
is the greatest love of all.
Because it is the hardest love to learn.
  Apr 2016 Tammie K
the Sandman
You told me
(As I laughed at you for
Your draining phone memory)
That you have 7,936 images
Because you photograph everything
You fear losing.
                            I can't help but notice
                            In all our 2,190 days
                            You never took a photo of me,
                            Once;
                           ­ I suppose there isn't room
                            In your memory
                            For me.
March 31, 2016.
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