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Wednesday, April 27, 2016

It hurts worse..

Lie Softly
By: the iHope Poet

Gentle fingers 
often torment
more than careless words. 

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Butterflies and Wishing Wells

The Fire
By: the iHope Poet

I forgot about the butterflies,
their wings that keep me up at night,
the dreams that make me wish that I
was somewhere flying next to you.

I forgot about the bashful smiles,
the frequent grins from broad to mild,
and how they make my heart go wild
for someone just across the room.

I forgot about the fiery surge
that comes with such a rampant scourge
of passion, gold, and wishing, bold,
from praying what will last is you.


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Sunday, April 10, 2016

New Fears

Trounced
By: the iHope Poet

And now my great fear
of falling in love, is trounced
by letting love go.

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Saturday, April 9, 2016

On Phone Calls

Missed
By: the iHope Poet

I saw your name light up my screen
And panicked when I heard the ring.
There is a fear inside of me
that you don't really care to talk.

And so I waited till it passed --
I held my breath and watched the clock. 
I didn't answer when you called,
I'm sure that you can understand.

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Somehow Full




Broken Open
By: the iHope Poet

I'm raw today
& open.
I'm not afraid to cry.
My heart is broke,
but full of hope,
& turned towards
the sky.

The Ex and The Lover

because a part of you
still tries
By: the iHope Poet

love is a ghost
you can't control
       it lingers
       when you turn your back
                 and haunts you
                 when you look away            
        it trips you
        as you're falling out
love makes you hurt
to let it go.


Believer

I Want to Be
By; the iHope Poet

When I was a little girl
miracles happened.
I saw them every day.
They do not happen any less, now,
but I have become less of a witness than a passerby.
Less of a believer.

When I was a little girl,
God cared about me.
The world was important too and all,
but in my eyes, to Him, I was the world.
He does not care any less, now,
but I have become less of a feeler than a reasoner.
Less of a believer.

When I was a little girl,
Nothing was impossible.
Miracles happened, and I knew I was loved.
The world is still at my fingertips,
and God is no loess capable of lifting me up.
But I have become less of a child than an independent.
Less of a believer.

Today, I'm just a little girl,
trying to remember
what it's like to be in His arms.
I'm looking for the miracles, feeling for His love,
and trusting in His vision.
Because I want to be more of a witness
than a passerby.
More of a feeler than a reasoner.
And more of God's child than the world's.
I want to be a believer.