I open my heart and pour out thoughts.
The half broken heart with holes that look like dots.
Each one has story and yet a void to fill.
Each day and each thump, I pray the world will stand still.
Im a murder, a drug addict, a alcoholic, a poison.
Selfish and cold, the worst among men.
An overdose of destruction, but first the fun.
Am I the bullet or am I the gun?
Because my friends and family get shot for no reason.
This just isn't a good time its hunting season.\
Diving Intervention!
I now have His attention.
The one and the only God.
He killed the murderer with His power and rescued the innocent boy from the dark tower.
A light in the darkness
Free from pain the madness.
This is no joke no lie.
He was on the cross and did die.
I killed Him for wanting to be something different.
Now He made me into something new with atonement.
Something attractive and dominant.
But now it's just His love that remains prominent.
Think before you speak and even before you look.
Just not the cover without haveing never understood the book!~
Author notes
Im gonna explain how I have overcame my imperfections in the poem but I hope no one is freaked out.
A contest entry
- Every Part of [im]perfection by WishMeAway--x.
550 points, ended June 24, 2007, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Whatever is on your mind.
Comments
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Not freaked out at all.
Hunny, THis is wonderful, awesome, amazing!!
s this is really fantastic!
God bless
Sissy B
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not freaked out, whatsoever.
people all overcome those imperfections in there own way. and in taking gods ways, i did it. it works doesnt it?
great job on this and good luck
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this tells an excellent story. Reeally. it proves that none of us are anywhere close to being perfect!!
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