Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Words ❯ Untitled ( Chapter 1 )
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By: iloveanimecartoons 
Sometimes, you just need to know you're not alone. Yanno? Dedicated to my sister, Ish and my cyber bud Pro…one of the poems in my, yet-to-be-published book.
[For some reason, after I uploaded my first two poems, they never showed up in this site. This seems to be my only option. So here's my FIRST MM.org poetic submission: Untitled. Merry Christmas!]
Miscellaneous: Original Poetry Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 12.24.2007 | Updated On: 01.18.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 372 | Visits: 609 | Status: Completed
Sometimes, you just need to know you're not alone. Yanno? Dedicated to my sister, Ish and my cyber bud Pro…one of the poems in my, yet-to-be-published book.
[For some reason, after I uploaded my first two poems, they never showed up in this site. This seems to be my only option. So here's my FIRST MM.org poetic submission: Untitled. Merry Christmas!]
Miscellaneous: Original Poetry Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 12.24.2007 | Updated On: 01.18.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 372 | Visits: 609 | Status: Completed
Untitled
(Dedicated to my sister, Ish and my cyber bud Pro…one of the poems in my, yet-to-be-published book)
there's a soul in mourning
it cries out, not sure how to vent
inner tears, from night until morning
hoarse and exhausted, withered and spent
in need of affection, to cover the wounds some
waiting, oh, waiting for the sunshine to come
never quite knowing how to deal
tired of the churning of your inner organs
tryna be ok, not WANTING to keep it real
letting go is so hard, but, therein, HEALING begins
crying out to the Father, in words only HE hears
sniffles, shouts, utterances, and the thoughts we don't say
He knows how to comfort His children and calm all our fears
u don't even have to say it, just, in His lap, we lay
He rubs our back and strokes our face
He ushers us into His secret place
where, in His Presence, all hurts erase
so we can live again
He gives us a hope that we, in ourselves, can't hold
He's ever near us, with a heart warm, to shield us from a life that's cold
ur tears are always His concern and His compassion never grows old
so, we can love again
he won't let our trials and tribs burn us out
that's what His strength in our weakness is all about
though, we can't always be on the same page with Him...take heart and don't doubt
His ways are not our ways...but he heals in ALL ways
ain'tchu glad He speaks "Kind Language"?
it cries out, not sure how to vent
inner tears, from night until morning
hoarse and exhausted, withered and spent
in need of affection, to cover the wounds some
waiting, oh, waiting for the sunshine to come
never quite knowing how to deal
tired of the churning of your inner organs
tryna be ok, not WANTING to keep it real
letting go is so hard, but, therein, HEALING begins
crying out to the Father, in words only HE hears
sniffles, shouts, utterances, and the thoughts we don't say
He knows how to comfort His children and calm all our fears
u don't even have to say it, just, in His lap, we lay
He rubs our back and strokes our face
He ushers us into His secret place
where, in His Presence, all hurts erase
so we can live again
He gives us a hope that we, in ourselves, can't hold
He's ever near us, with a heart warm, to shield us from a life that's cold
ur tears are always His concern and His compassion never grows old
so, we can love again
he won't let our trials and tribs burn us out
that's what His strength in our weakness is all about
though, we can't always be on the same page with Him...take heart and don't doubt
His ways are not our ways...but he heals in ALL ways
ain'tchu glad He speaks "Kind Language"?