Cruel and Kind
Cruel and kind.
You were so kind and so cruel at the same time.
You knew I loved you, and you induged me.
When we were walking and you'd nonchantly grab my hand.
When we were on the park and you'd comment on how I'd be such a good girlfriend.
When we were on those late walks and you'd make me laugh so hard I couldn't breathe.
When we were texting and you'd send hearts or the type of messages I couldn't forget.
When I confessed to you and you didn't run away.
You knew I loved you, and you induged me.
When we were at the cafe, and you talked for hours about your crush.
When we were at all those resturants, and you'd ask me to cover you.
When we were on the streetlit road and you ditched me for your ex.
When I confessed to you and you just laughed awkwardly. Shrugged and skidded around talking about "us".
You were so cruel. You knew I loved you so much, I was head over heels. You made me believe there was a chance, a small one, when youw had no intention of ever returning my feelings. The fact that you lead me on and gave me real hope, was cruel. Undeniably and foolishly cruel. But you were so kind. You let me live in a world where maybe we could be together. You humored my idea and made me so happy it was unbearable, so lively and bright.
I don't know how you are the cruelest person I've ever met and the kindest one too.
But you are.
Cruel and kind.
my vow
i vow
that the next time i gaze into the mirror
i will not avert my eyes
i will examine every flaw
every blemish
every imperfection
and i will remember
the path i took to get here
for the scars
both inside and out
they show my struggles
they are a road map to my destination
and they shall not be forgotten
for they show where i went wrong
and i refuse to struggle again
so i vow
that when i see myself
complete with all my flaws
i will stare back
and smile
for this is my body
and this is who i am
and i cannot change that
will not change that
for anyone
Real Christians
It hurts me when I hear people judging Christians for judging them.
Real Christians don't judge. They spread truth in love.
They spread peace. They spread joy.
They embrace the souls.
It hurts me when I hear people hating Christians for hating them.
Real Christians don't hate. They love no matter your race.
No matter your view. No matter your past.
They embrace the souls.
It hurts me when I hear people condemning Christians for condemning them.
Real Christians don't condemn. They don't wish hell on any.
They don't wish bad on any. They wish good to all.
They embrace the souls.
It hurts me when I hear Christians calling others sinners.
Yes, we are all sinners. That's why Jesus died.
No one is perfect but Him.
But, through Him, we can do all things.
We can strive for better lives.
We can build each other up.
We can improve day by day
Just the way God intended.
Take a look at the bible. Take a look at Jesus.
He embraced the souls of sinners.
He died for their very lives.
He died so that we might live.
He lives within.
The Holy Spirit Guides.
God protects.
Real Christians spread truth,
and this is it.
Just What if
People expect you to be a person that tries and thinks that isn’t being your real. Some want you to focus on something that makes you think they don’t want you knowing your truth is what you give.
They say be you be true but what if the you your being is true. What if your love they searched for gave up on. What if your that simplicity that works for their heart but they give up and in so much that their heart only sees the hurt and worry that was given in the past. What if you can bring back the spark in their life. What if what you give and what they do your so much of a opposite that y’all attract the most.
JUST WHAT IF!!!
Doctor became patient & vice versa
Doctor became patient & vice versa
One engineer was going to an ENT specialist for hair fall treatment once in 2 months. Once in the course of speaking,
Doctor: The hair grows by 0.2 mm/day.
Patient: 0.1mm
Doctor got frightened, but without showing that,
“Doctor is me or you?”
Patient: It’s you only, I don’t deny. Just because you are MBBS & MD should I agree if you tell that donkey has 8 legs? Then if I tell the same thing to others, they will take me to the mental hospital. Is it not?
Doctor got frightened and changed the topic.
Engineer: On your hand some white patch is there. Shall I suggest some green medicine to you?
Yes.
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self portrait
I’ve never claimed to call myself a poet,
ask him, he knows.
through I love the rhythm, the rhyme, the duet!
I tend to favor prose.
I’ve written words over melody,
piano, guitar, and timpani,
yet words alone on white paper
tend to scare me, somehow.
In high school poetry was seen as a chore,
incessant, depressing, confusing, a bore.
Seventeen and starving over Sylvia Plath,
exasperated sighs and one desperate laugh.
Rip it all to shreds! I said,
your color-coded, pretentious mess!
there’s a comfort to the structure and the rhyme,
though again and again, time after time,
the words I latch on to most affectionately
are the ones that completely disrupt me,
and send a shiver down my spine.
Rhyme and Reason
It is one thing to simply make up a rhyme,
It is another to come up with it on a drop of a dime,
It can be easier said then done to go line after line,
But sometimes the flow can be read in a measured-
I got you there didn't I?
You were looking forward to rhyme on the last line,
But it was blatantly disrupted, the rhyme undone,
All that hard work, to have the rhythm complete.
Aha! Again you have been tempted with a lie,
Each line I type, is a promise unfound,
You are probably wondering if that is a common trait,
But alas, this whole paragraph was one big mistake!
Once again the rhyme did not match a theme,
I lied to the purpose of each sentence,
I set them up to deceive,
It was easy to do, to rhyme out of line,
I just threw in another sentence to this building incline.
Where is she going with this random poem?
Is she planning on making a point in this mess?
Honestly no, I simply proved myself wrong,
You can ruin your own flow, but still write a song!