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Man, In his own image we were created Given power to rule the earth But the serpent couldn't let it be A plan he formulated There was a forbidden fruit Which man wasn't meant to eat But the serpent lured, and man fell The fall of man God looked down on us With pity and love so surplus He decided to bring us salvation Through his son, we were given the gift of redemption It was a great decision The most thoughtful gift that can't go into extinction The coming of our Messiah Prophesied by Isiah A beginning of the creation Of a new generation With victory declaration A call for celebration The coming of our savior With love peace and favor The dawn of a new era Our Redeemer forever He caused the serpent to surrender A day we'll forever remember I do not speak of a fake But a giver so true His life he agreed to sacrifice That we may be assured of eternal life Sited around the fire The Christmas light illuminating the chilly night Dre...

It is unarguably correct that as a writer, you would have experienced writer's block at least twice. I personally have experienced it a million times that's why I was pushed to write this. I really hope it's helpful, like extremely helpful. Dive in please. In this post I'll be sharing the tips I use that help me get over my writer's block. First off, I want to make it clear and known that writer's block and writer's laziness are two different things. If you have the story idea, everything's ready in your mind but you're too lazy to pen it down then I'm sorry because all I can tell you is write it now that you can. Time isn't  waiting for your laziness to pass honey. On the other hand, if you don't know how to start that story, or you're stuck somewhere and can't seem to move, welcome on board. I'll go on to discuss the tips. The first one is, Change of environment or schedule; This always seems to work for me. Bei...

He was furious, I was seething with anger. We were even, there was no one ready to apologize to the other so we stood side by side each other in front of the kitchen island taking deep calming breaths. I stepped back a little so I could see his lean back. My hands ached to touch them passionately and at the same time painfully. I wanted to kiss him, and at the same time hit him. I hated the fact that he cared for her. He wasn't doing anything wrong by caring for a good friend who was going through hell, he was doing wrong by neglecting me in the process. He was giving her more than he had ever given me. His back flexed as he moved away from the island to switch off the light leaving me in pure darkness. I buried my head in my palms and took more steady breaths. He must have left me alone to sort my self out. Maybe he thought I was being unnecessarily jealous. I was scared I was handling it the wrong way and would chase him away but I was too tired to have rational thoughts and...

I want to be an adult Little me said Didn't know it would be hard Thought my life would be in order But the more I try it's in disarray Have to watch my parents grow old I'm not strong enough to be alone I really want to make them proud But then I'm scared I might let them down My life's becoming tragic My decisions are too drastic My steps; now hasty My adult hood's just getting started My goals haven't been reached My win these days are brief Then failure comes to smile at me My self confidence slowly dies Responsibility's weighing me down Thoughts of suicide now easily creep in The struggles are getting real We call it the hustle Once, our trouble was picking what to eat Now, we can't see what to eat I find it hard to believe in my beliefs My faith, slowly and steadily diminishes Beliefs of my God, beliefs of an after life Beliefs of love, beliefs of happy ever after I could proudly call this my trial stage My harde...

First off, this daily challenge was sponsored by the poets and writers at  www.talemongers.com *Themes for each day*  *Day 1:* Sins of the past  *Day 2:* That cold night  *Day 3:* Forever's promise  *Day 4:* Thoughts of you  *Day 5:* Kaleidoscope  *Day 6:* Misplaced feelings  *Day 7:* Philosopher's stone  *Day 8:* Mood  *Day 9:* Author's choice  *Day 10:* Ode to life Day1: SINS OF THE PAST She stole She cheated She lied She cried She gave up On all On us As a whole But I won't do same I'll overlook her sins For that is in the past Her sins of the past And I forgave Still trying to forget Still she'll never know Because she gave up on life Now who'll sin for her The day after tomorrow? Day2: THAT COLD NIGHT Drip drip drip The water dripped He sat by my side And I tended to his furs My first best friend To live without would be hard Drip drip drip Outside, it drizzled Normal...

In clusters or alone we stay Eyes Locked on our idea of the way We don't blink, we don't move Only stare Needing not to miss a heartbeat It began as an interest But now it holds great importance A part of our very existence A companion, a besfriend A necessity, a need We've made it to be I see it everywhere It has gradually taken over I agree that it helps But also it destroys And we don't seem to see Because we've chosen to be blind It really is an addiction A call for rehabilitation O generation of today Even if it's only for a day Please put down thy phones Okay , so who guessed this poem was about phone while reading it. I know you didn't. Phones could be very addictive, I'm a living testimony. For some months, my phone was bad and that was when I realised that I actually had a real life addiction. It was bad. I felt alone, like my best friend had died, everyday if I met with a friend that had a phone, I'll borrow it ...

It was a bright Saturday morning. The air was crisp and just by looking outside the window you could tell that the first rain had finally fallen. I was sited at the dining picking the beans that I was to make that evening. My parents were out and somto—my younger brother— was sleeping peacefully in his room. Grandpa was rocking slowly in his seat, the TV was on but he had a blank stare. The room was quiet when suddenly, he screamed. His scream was piercing and it sent me immediately to his side to see what had gone wrong. "Ahh, papa, what is it?" I asked squatting infront of him. The grey hairs that managed to sprout from his bald head clearly told everyone that saw him that he was old and today they stood tall. His eyes were terrified, he was looking at me but then again, he wasn't. Maybe he'd seen a ghost, maybe he had forgotten who I was. I scanned the room to make sure I was the only one in his presence. He was shaking and I was trying to calm him down. I scre...

Inhuman human Hey you The one with the smile That doesn't reach your eyes The one with the hair That is never let down The one that puts on make up For their cover up The one that is beautiful But hides in the shadows The one that never stands tall Especially when everyone falls The one who writes But never shares For her pieces are too personal They'll raise a sudden uproar She turned to look at him Her eyes were so dim "Penny for your thoughts?" She turned and walked away 'Rude' he thought But to give up, he wouldn't She had secrets And he was curious A star so bright There had to be a flaw He wanted a topic She would be perfect Droplets of the rain Left to dry on the glass She watched them closely And wished she were them Humans were inhuman And she hated them "Sieve Place them on the plate Don't have them know their fate Move only with the best Then Leave the rest The competition's till death...

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