How Do I Feel

Submitted by Madalyn Clare on Mon, 10/16/2017 - 23:31

I like my masks,
I suppose conclusively.
I stay behind them
When
I am posed with
Judgement.

Will they like me?
Will they ignore it?

I bear my heart
And imagine how
Delicious it will
Be on the palate
Of my peers.

I wait.
I want.
I wither.

I like my masks,
I conclude supposedly.
I wear them as I wait for
A reply from
Another human being.

How do they stay silent?
Can they not hear my heart
Begging for approval?
Can they even speak?

Ironic

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Mon, 10/16/2017 - 04:55

I want to write! I want to write
But lack cohesive thought
I want my art to soothe and ease
But here I worry, fraught

My palate blank; I lift my brush
And sit at easel poised
Yet there is nothing, simply void
No inspiration noised

No words of froth or raging seas
No deepened chasm dark
No poignant light of ecstasy
But deserts blank and stark

And here I find ironic art
For in this poem I feel
A hedge of fog begun to part
As writers' block I kill

She Held Out Her Heart

Submitted by Libby on Sun, 10/15/2017 - 07:01

She held out her heart
Without hesitation
And lifted it up,
A grand presentation.

I took it from her
I took it so gently
That sweet little gift
To guard it intently.

So pure and so fresh,
I watched it maturing;
The older she grew
Her sweet heart ensuring.

And then came the day
Its sweetness was tainted;
The day that I felt
We were not acquainted.

So mild the change,
I sensed it directly;
Her manner was cold,
I thought so abjectly.

He Shakes Stars With His Laughter

Submitted by Libby on Sat, 10/14/2017 - 21:15

“Who is God?” the little girl asked. “What is he like?”

I had never been asked that question before. Uncertain, I paused.

“God lives up in heaven,” I answered, then hesitated. What did one tell to a little girl who had never heard of God? “He loves us very much, I guess. He made the world, and you and me.”

“I thought Mummy made me.” Frowning, she looked up at me with puzzled brown eyes.

Praises

Submitted by Hannah D. on Sat, 10/14/2017 - 16:42

Today I finish up the second week of grad school. For the first time of my life I am living away from home, ostensibly independent concerning my social, academic, and spiritual life, and even making a little of my own money (small though it may be). By the grace of God I was settled into the home of a remarkably charming and generous couple, complete with two delightful Australian Shepherds that remind me of my own two dogs I left back home. From there I can step out the front door and walk – to a literally colorful village on the ocean or a private, cliff-locked beach.

Fallen Nature

Submitted by Madalyn Clare on Sat, 10/14/2017 - 03:59

“My LORD, my God, I offer You my pain!
In my suff’ring, let Your Name reign!”
I praise You now, I love You as my kin-
I crown You only with the thorns of my sin.

I hold You in the highest aristocracy-
I shame You in words of hypocrisy.
“Let demons cry at Your Word on my tongue!”
It became a serpent’s fork when on the Cross you hung.

“I’ll never forsake You, not even at death!”
How the Devil befriends me in a single breath.
“Let Your glory be the only in the land!”
My following words driving nails in Your hand.

Soldier of God VII: Martyr of God

Submitted by Madalyn Clare on Fri, 10/13/2017 - 05:36

God, don’t let this happen!
The sound of ropes stretching and the cries of hungry animals carried through the arena. Aquilus watched in horror as the trapdoors opened in the amphitheater. Roars of starved beasts hung in the now still air as the spectators held their breaths for the show.
The trapdoors seemed to open too slowly for the beasts. A lioness - the largest the legate had ever seen - burst into the open air, roaring and opening her lungs to the sky. Her mate leaped up after her.

When We're Together

Submitted by Libby on Thu, 10/12/2017 - 05:18

When we’re together smiles win the day
The sun’s shining bright, clouds all blown away.

When we’re together things really get Fryed,
White Converse and brown ones sit right side by side.

When we’re together we laugh at our jokes
That really aren’t good, still we laugh til we croak.

When we’re together, it’s hard to describe.
You always create such a friendly vibe.

When we’re together, I love you so much.
I don’t think there’s anyone with your special touch.

Girl of My Dreams

Submitted by Libby on Thu, 10/12/2017 - 04:19

I once had a dream,
And in it was you—
Child of my heart,
Girl of my dreams.
Sweet little sister,
Bright as the dawn,
Right from the start
You’re real, it seems.

Brown hair, brown eyes,
A miniature me,
Is it really you—
Right out of my dream?
So quiet with others,
So open with me,
I really love you,
We make a good team.