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My emergency exit is Jesus, and fortunatly, he's a push AND pull door.

Poetry is a gift that God has given mankind, and I intend to make use of it. It's amazing, I think the original, and only real Santa is God. It's amazing how many gifts he gives us. Even if we are on the naughty list.


Sometimes I feel like I’m biting into a sugar coated cake plastered with mounds of even sweeter icing, but that in the middle, I'm biting into charcol. That's how the world is, and how we as people are. We try to cover up or grossness and sin by making it look good, but in the middle, it's rotten, disgusting, and unhealthy. So when I begin to think, “This world is all to fake.” I write, I write, and I write. I write until my fingers are bruised and purple from typing on the ever harder keys of my non-existent keyboard......

Poetry is real, you can open others eyes to see the falseness of this world. And warn them.

But there are other times, where poetry a way to tell of the happy dancing melodies that seem to float upon the musical wind. Or about everything that is defined as good.

I’d like to tell you that when I don’t have a pen in my hand, I have a bible. But that’s not true at all- As all- I falter in faith, and sometimes I have a hard time getting back up again, but Jesus Christ is my lord, and my savior more than a trillion times over. And as much as I sin and discharge my very words- I love him, and I will never fail to believe that he loves me also.

So, I better tell you a little more about myself, My name is Gloria, I am approximately around 13, I have a loving family who has taught me how to love and praise Jesus Christ. I enjoy most of the arts, music, drawing, etc....But I really feel called to dance. The first time I really realized how much I loved to dance was a couple years back at a Salsa dancing class. That really opened me up to see how much I love dance. Sadly, after two or so classes I was unable to attend again, but that didn't mean dancing was over for me, though I never really thought I'd ever do it again.

Over the next two to three years I always remembered how much I loved the feeling of dancing....Everything about it really. But I never thought I'd get to do it again, until our church started up a Liturgical Dance group, and still, I didn't think I wanted to do that. It was a christian dance, and though I was a christian it had never really occured to me that there was a dance designed just for praising and worshiping God. Still, I went, and I found out how much better it was to dance praising my bodies maker. It was there that I learned that dance was for God, and I have loved dancing for Jesus ever since. It has been one of the best experiances of my life, and has really helped me in my spiritual growth.

By my earlier statements you probably have figured me to be a God going Christian. And I’m here to tell you, “YOUR SMART!” Because you figured right, I am. But wait, before you burst out and leave. Get to know me; I'm not going to preach at you. And don't leave just because you've have previous bad experiences. You’re judging me before you even know me! *aka quote from shriek, but those cartoons and be pretty freaking smart sometimes! Lol*

So I am a Christian, and fully love the lord! Btw- No, I'm not gonna bash your religion or what not, but I will say that I hope you find the feeling of peace and forgiveness, that is in Jesus Christ. (I'm not going to preach at you either, and say your going to be damned to hell or what not, but I will stand up for what I believe in) So...I plain out love Jesus! That much you should know about me. And if you don't like it, don't yell at me because I'm not changing just to suit you. I love me, and I love the one whom I serve. So if you got a problem with that, you CAN talk to me, but in a respectful way, as I must talk with you. So yes...Feel free to ask anything pertaining to the above. Just for the info- My favorite bible passage so far is Psalm 4:8

Some random facts about me:

I love DDR and play on CHALLENGE!
(At least when I last checked)

I like art.

I am a Christian.

I have been playing violin for almost 7 years.

I had seventeen hamsters at least.

etc......


I have no favorite band, but here are some I do enjoy.

Imogen Heap- (Really awesome and unique of music)
Lickin Park- (Actually decently O.K)
Pink Floyd- (Music to my soul)
Shane&Shane- (Good Christian band, very good...)
Delirious - (Another decent Christian band)
Dave Mathews- (THE BEST EVER!)
The Fray (Decently cool)
The Beatles (Music Angels)
Dido- (I enjoy them)


And many more....


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My name is Sarah I am but three,
My eyes are swollen I cannot see,
I must be stupid I must be bad,
What else could have made My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound! I just heard a car
my daddy is back From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse my name he calls
I press myself against the wall.
I try and hide from his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words;
He says it’s my fault that he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more,
I finally get free And I run for the door.
He's already locked it and I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken,
and my daddy continues with more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!” I scream but it’s now much too late
His face has been twisted into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops and heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah and I am but three,
Tonight my daddy murdered me.

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Poetry. There is no one word to describe poetry. The essence of life, expression, pain, beauty? Life, love? Poetry is nothing and everything. Poetry is whatever you make it. Clay in the hands of the potter, music to the song-less

An escape from reality, or a picture of what is only to real. Gateways to different worlds, unique minds, pathways paved to heaven and hell. Poetry conveys all real and un-real, even all in-between. Poetry is all and everything, life and death. Poetry is anything you make it.

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Words.


The beauty of words is undefined. A power beyond all understanding, a beauty none can grasp, nor ever will. A wildness that will never, never be tamed, captured or held-

Words are so powerful we can only hope to love them.
Words, so indescribably perfect the human mind will never comprehend.

Words are the basis of our planet, no, of our universe.

The letters I clumsily form into words now, are yet eluding my grasp. Filling the world with awe and wonder. Words have no bounds; there is nothing to hold them back from...Everything. For that is what they are. In our feeble mindedness we try, but we will never hold up. Words own, whist we will never own even to our names, which are in fact words. Words sail the winds, far and wide. Close yet very far. Near but always gone.

A beauty un-perfected so as to be perfect, a wildness that will never be quenched, tamed or grasped- Beauty.....Words.

By Gloria *Aka Me*

My goal: In everything I say and do, do it as if for Jesus!

Learning is only the beginning, and wisdom is only her name, knowledge is only the footstool. Morals, and ethics, are what are needed to gentle the path. But Godliness is what brings us to the future.

What is above is titled, "Insightful crap thought up when I am drop dead tired."


When you’re tired of being strong, lean on someone, and get back up.

I am TouchedByTheLord

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I went to a party,
> And remembered what you said.
> You told me not to drink, Mom,
> so I had a sprite instead.
>
> I felt proud of myself,
> The way you said I would,
> that I didn't drink and drive,
> though some friends said I should.
>
> I made a healthy choice,
> And your advice to me was right .
> T he party finally ended,
> and the kids drove out of sight.
>
> I got into my car,
> Sure to get home in one piece.
> I never knew what was coming, Mom,
> something I expected least.
>
> Now I'm lying on the pavement,
> And I hear the policeman say,
> the kid that caused this wreck was drunk,
> Mom, his voice seems far away.
>
> My own blood's all around m e ,
> As I try hard not to cry.
> I can hear the paramedic say,
> this girl is going to die.
>
> I'm sure the guy had no idea,
> While he was flying high.
> Because he chose to drink and drive,
> now I would have to die.
>
> So why do people do it, Mom
> Knowing that it ruins lives?
> And now the pain is cutting me,
> like a hundred stabbing knives ..
>
> Tell my brother not to be afraid, Mom
> Tell Dad to be brave.
> And when I go to heaven,
> put 'Mom's Girl' on my gra ve.
>
> Someone should have taught him,
> That it's wrong to drink and drive.
> Maybe if his parents had,
> I'd still be ali ve.
>
> My breath is getting shorter,
> Mom I'm getting really scared
> These are my final moments,
> and I'm so unprepared.
>
> I wish that you could hold me Mom,
> As I lie here and die.
> I w is h that I could say, 'I love you, Mom!'
> So I love you and goodbye.
>
> MADD (Mothers Against Drunk Drivers)
>
>

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Month one

Mommy, I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me you could
definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three
You know what Mommy I'm a boy!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.

Month Four
Mommy my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven Mommy I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . . One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak.