When they come back — if Blossoms do –
I always feel a doubt
If Blossoms can be born again
When once the Art is out –

When they begin, if Robins may,
I always had a fear
I did not tell, it was their last Experiment
Last Year,

When it is May, if May return,
Had nobody a pang
Lest in a Face so beautiful
He might not look again?

If I am there — One does not know
What Party — One may be
Tomorrow, but if I am there
I take back all I say

This poem was written/submitted by Emily Dickinson.

Our loving Lord doesn’t judge us
For every mistake we make,
But gently guides our steps
In the paths we should take;
And when we stumble in our walk,
Our Shepherd’s hand is there,
Ready to correct, comfort, and lead
In love, and tender care.
His vision is always perfectly clear
When ours is foggy and dim,
And When We Fail along the way…
We learn to depend on Him.

Lord, thank you for loving us
Though we are weak and frail,
Teach us to depend more on You,
And forgive us when we fail.

Why should we hurry — why indeed?
When every way we fly
We are molested equally
By immortality.
No respite from the inference
That this which is begun,
Though where its labors lie
A bland uncertainty
Besets the sight
This mighty night -

This poem was written/submitted by Emily Dickinson.

What is it about me to make people hate me?
Is it my personality, my face,
Or my worthless waste of space?

I try my best to fit in, but I know I never will.
Because, try as I might, all this pretending makes me ill.
This sickening society, always pretending, never doing,
Don’t they see that all of this will just lead to their undoing?
This world saddens me so, so miserable yet happy
These contradictions never ending just won’t stop me feeling crappy

So many times I have wished that I would die,
But instead I’m sitting here, and asking myself “Why?”

Why is it that I’m alive, whilst so many people die?
Why is it that people treat me this way,
Just ignoring me as they pass by?
Why must I endure so much pain,
When everyone lives in happiness?

Is it my destiny?
Or is it some sort of sick joke by a sadistic Creator?
To live eternally in misery: as a payment for some unknown sin

Forever, I shall remain, contemplating my existence
Just as many others like me that make up the silence
Where those of us, forgotten, shall linger in the darkness
And forever question why,
A never-ending cry.
Sick with solitude and despair
Waiting to finally die.

This poem was written/submitted by Joel Duran.

It isn’t difficult to make a mountain out of a molehill,
just add a little dirt.

A successful marriage isn’t finding the right person;
it’s being the right person.

The mighty oak tree was once a little nut that held it’s ground.

Too many people offer God prayers with claw marks all over them.

The tongue must be heavy indeed because so few people can hold it.

To forgive is to set the prisoner free, and then discover the prisoner was you.

You have to wonder about humans — they think God is dead and Elvis is alive!

You’ll notice that a turtle only makes progress when it sticks out its neck…

Yesterday is History,
‘Tis so far away –
Yesterday is Poetry –
‘Tis Philosophy –

Yesterday is mystery –
Where it is Today
While we shrewdly speculate
Flutter both away.

This poem was written/submitted by Emily Dickinson.

You love the Lord — you cannot see –
You write Him — every day –
A little note — when you awake –
And further in the Day.

An Ample Letter — How you miss –
And would delight to see –
But then His House — is but a Step –
And Mine’s — in Heaven — You see.

This poem was written/submitted by Emily Dickinson.

You see I cannot see — your lifetime –
I must guess –
How many times it ache for me — today — Confess –
How many times for my far sake
The brave eyes film –
But I guess guessing hurts –
Mine — got so dim!

Too vague — the face –
My own — so patient — covers –
Too far — the strength –
My timidness enfolds –
Haunting the Heart –
Like her translated faces –
Teasing the want –
It — only — can suffice!

This poem was written/submitted by Emily Dickinson.

When you are feeling all alone
Down-hearted, sad and blue,
And you think that there’s just no one
Who really cares for you,
Just look above and you will see
A Friend so near and dear;
His tender love and gentle care
Is offered you right here.
Christ gave His very life for you…
No greater love than this;
No need to wait for heaven’s gate
To know true joy and bliss;
Just surrender your all to Him,
You’ll be so richly blessed;
He’ll be your Lord and dearest Friend
And give to you His best.
When you are down, He’ll lift you up,
He’ll warm a heart grown cold;
His heavenly manna from above
Will satisfy your soul.
In Him you’ll find a peace and joy
Like you have never known,
He’ll walk beside you evermore…
You Will Never Be Alone.

Friends are people like me and you used to be.
YOU CHANGED majorly.
You covered your face with make-up
trying to look fake
it didnt work just made you look ugly
you changed your hair to make you look “prettier”
You changed to fit in to be popular
when you were my friend you didnt have to change
but you didnt want to be my friend anymore
you wanted to be someone else
So you ignored me, you were rude to me,
you insulted me.
You think once you start talking to me again it will all be over!
You think wrong you will
NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER BE MY FRIEND AGAIN!!!