They came with gift of intimacy; Seduced me with truce and trade. For their greed, they recognised me. The weapon of destruction was my present. They came to love life around me; Like a mother, I welcome

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I'm 1. still silent in the silence of the night ... momentarily thinking of a name ... name of someone who is now in my anxiety .. people who berart for me .. when I'm away from her ... I begged the goddess

Am lost in the forest of my deception, drowned with the waters of confusion. Am scared of being by myself, scared of the darkness that blew against my growing flame. I need you. Please calm this storm,

The way of the pen, have I chosen. Its oath, shall uphold. Like a knight, I will defend thy honour. With the shield of my notebook; and, The sword of my ink, I will serve thee. Till my thoughts diminish,

Christmas, a day in which the world acknowledge the birth of Jesus Christ. In other words a day where the entire world recognizes Christ (The Only Begotten Son Of God) as a personality that passed through

Accounting has a double entry principle which says that in every debit entry there is a corresponding credit entry. So does spirituality, for every fragment of love you receive there must be love given

there is a story i did tell, a tale of d luv we shared: though in d past. a story much older than the ball dance we did attend in d french quarters of new orleans in d 50s. a tale interwined in love nd

On that day the world was void of light. on that day we condemned the king. on that day we watched him scourged for our sake. we laughed at his suffering, that day! we betrayed him that day, and deny him

Last night, the moon settled on my cheeks As i smile my ways through the stars I wanted to write about it, and how I found home In every seconds of the night, in my lover's eyes Till i remembered the tales

I don't care about your past It's you and our future that I want Many moments and memories we've lost Let's make what we have count The story of our lives is just starting I foresee abundance of happiness

When walking through the park, I had a idea For some “Fanciful Prose” If a man has an open mind, he might allow his brain to Fall out, which would then leave his Thoughts exposed. One might think that

It’s past midnight, and am not sleepy. An Owl shrieks just outside the window. Thriller of my doom divulges in a tortoise pace, Shadow! Cast me not away. The whirling sound from leafless trees, sends spine

I am a deserter, a traitor to Gaia. A man with the mentality of a young child, Am scared, yes I am; Of life, of death, of growing up. Scared of being called names, For I was without gifts. My feet isn’t

It isn’t easy penning down ones past, now am wondering how people do write Autobiographies. Life has been a movie to me; everyone just acting one huge script for no audience, I often imagine that some

Who am I? This question is one of the oldest I have ever known, but I was a failure at getting the answers that tends to fill my empty soul; though never really searched. Today I get this question all

To and fro my thoughts ran Riding upon the Swift cloud Vaporizing to understanding But who cares to know? Questions like scales Clouded my thoughts Down my diaphragm I breathe words, scaring to the foolish

Now we exhort you, brethren, warn them that are unruly, comfort the feebleminded, support the weak, be patient toward all men. 1 Thessalonians5:14 Image The Spirit of God chastises the unruly and directs

They are vampires dressed like good shepherds.. Sucking every filaments.. That drops down the firmaments.. Leaving chaff behind for their faithful followers They're pot bellied hungry stomachs.. That serves

Steemit has been mostly marketed to people as a social media platform that pays people to post and curate content, we at Bluewaves believe that this predominant description does not fully describe what