Magnetic Poetry

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Pray

In English

This is a prayer for the broken hearted

This is a prayer for those in need

This is a prayer for the wounded sinner

This is a prayer that you will succeed

When you try and you try

But it just is too hard

Just pray a little more

And you'll get far

Even if you don't believe

In God or Jesus Christ

Praying adds just a little bit of hope

And you will rise above in might

En Espanol

Esta es una oración para el corazón roto

Esta es una oración para los necesitados
Esta es una oración por los pecadores heridos
Esta es una oración que usted tendrá éxito

Al intentar e intentar que
Pero simplemente es demasiado difícil
Sólo rezar un poco más
Y obtendrá la medida

Incluso si usted no cree
En Cristo, Dios o Jesús
Orar añade un poco de esperanza
Y usted puede elevarse por encima de

En Francaises

Il s'agit d'une prière pour les cœurs brisés
Il s'agit d'une prière pour ceux qui en ont besoin
Il s'agit d'une prière pour le pécheur blessés
C'est une prière que vous allez réussir

Lorsque vous essayez et que vous essayez
Mais il est tout simplement trop difficile
Juste prier un peu plus
Et vous aurez bien

Même si vous ne croyez pas
En Christ, Dieu ou Jésus
Prier ajoute un peu d'espoir
Et vous élever au-dessus dans la puissance

日本語で

これは、壊れたheartedのための祈りです
これは、困っている人のための祈りです
これは、負傷した罪人のための祈りです
これが成功する祈りです

あなたがしようとすると、あなたは試して
しかし、それはあまりにも難しい
もう少しだけ祈る
そして、あなたは遠くまで行くよ

も、あなたは信じていない場合、
神やイエスキリストが
祈りは、希望のほんの少しを追加する
そして、あなたは可能性があります上記の上昇する

В Россию

Это молитва за разбитым сердцем
Это молитва за тех, кто нуждается
Это молитва о раненых грешника
Это молитва, что вы добьетесь успеха

При попытке, и вы пытаетесь
Но ведь это слишком сложно
Просто молитесь немного больше
И вы получите далеко

Даже если вы не верите
В Бога или Иисуса Христа
Молиться добавляет только немного надежды
И вы будете подниматься выше в может

In der deutschen

Dies ist ein Gebet für die gebrochenen Herzen
Dies ist ein Gebet für Menschen in Not
Dies ist ein Gebet für die Verwundeten Sünder
Dies ist ein Gebet, dass Sie Erfolg haben

Wenn Sie versuchen, und Sie versuchen
Aber es ist einfach zu hart
Bete einfach ein wenig mehr
Und du wirst weit kommen

Auch wenn Sie nicht glauben,
In Gott oder Jesus Christus
Beten fügt nur ein bisschen Hoffnung
Und Sie werden oben in sein Aufstieg

Heaven's Aire

My soul lay desolate in the pit of despair

Ravishing for a revelation, for a light to guide the way

Wallowing in my mistakes, alone I waited there

Barely living on my daily bread, shrinking smaller every day

You gave me the courage to move on; you helped to pull me up

I give thee thanks, for my soul is finally complete

For me you gave your life, you drank the bitter cup

You did not shrink, and fulfilled that which was most meet

O, my Savior, give me strength

That I might know the hour

For me you’d go to any length

For that’s your greatest power

O Father, I thank thee much for thy eternal love

That fills these empty halls

For me your Begotten Son spilt his precious blood

And gave eternal life, which is the greatest gift of all

Music

A normal person would say
"Music is organized sound and silence."
But we musicians know better
Is there a definition
For the epiphany of emotions?
Happy, sad, mad, tired,
Or even more complex ones?
Like love, homesickness, sorrow, and joy?
Is there a definition
For the rush of joy
And nostalgia
That makes you hover
3 feet off the ground?
Or, perhaps, there is a definition
For the adrenaline high
You get from a fast-paced, anger filled rock anthem?
There is no way to describe it.
So how then can you define?
Label? Set in stone?
How can you corral a wild mustang?
How can you clip the wing of an eagle?
How can you bottle the wind?
How can you rid the ocean of its power?
These acts are inhuman.
Impossible.
Imprison the mustang, but the spirit is there.
Deprive the eagle of it's joy, but the soul of the hunter still roams free.
Bottle the wind, but the bottle will burst.
The ocean maybe be glassy smooth now,
But the lurking beast waits patiently for the strike.
Music never rests.
Science and petty words cannot contain it.
Because
Music is free.

Feelings

Oh no...

Not again.

It's happening.

I'm getting that feeling

That feeling only I can feel.

That feeling where I long to be there.

I see you, but I can't be with you.

To comfort myself,

I tell myself that you're not the only one.

I'm a part of something, too.

I see all of you in your uniforms

And the green monster doesn't fade

Then I compare it with mine

The sad thing is

You don't know anybody I know

But I know everybody you know

Which makes it ten time worse.

This hurts.

Physically.

A wrenching gut.

A breaking heart.

Be there to comfort me

Even though I know you can't.

Goodbye.

For now.

Beautiful

Confident

Bubbly

Happy

Ego intact.

Name calling

Insulting

Mocking laughter

Ego crushed

Tears flow

Hand grip the basin

Choked sobs escape a clenched throat

Then, a small piece of colored paper

Catches the eye

"Hello Beautiful" it reads

"How are you today?

"Thanks for being so beautiful."

Sobs flow more freely, but this time in joy.

In happiness.

In gratefulness.

A smile breaks through the clouds

Ego reinstated

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Melancholy

A block in my throat
A hollow stomach
My eyes beg, plead to cry
But no tears come
Memories rush the floodgate
And break the barrier
Acoustic guitars fill my ears
Though all is silent
A familiar lyric whispers
"Where?"
"Where do you belong?"
Brain cells burst trying to decide
"Not here," I answer
"Not there, either."
"Nowhere," the wind whispers
My heart sinks,
Enlarging the hollow in m gut
As I realize
The wind is right.
Suddenly, the world is a giant
And I am a bug
Insignificant
Unknown
And I curl up
Amidst the sheets
Hoping that warmth brings comfort
And I feel warmed.
Safe for one more night
One word
Only one
Can describe the way I feel when I see..
An old railroad, a run-down neighborhood
An empty street, with only a breeze as company
A baseball dugout
An old playground.
One word
Melancholy.
Homesick? No.
Depressed? No.
Melancholy. A beautiful, sorrowful mix
Between to two.
It tastes like
Strawberries. And vanilla.
Like flame-grilled burgers
And fresh corn.
It smells like
Fresh dirt
And newly fallen rain
And the resulting mudpies
It is
Those fondly-stored memories
Kept out of hope
Out of longing
That one day, you will go back.
These dreams are foolish
But they bring comfort
The only condolences
From an insensitive world
That could care less
And, as you drift off to sleep
Your heart becomes a drum
And your memories sing a song
A low, sweet ballad
That dulls the senses
And leaves you feeling
Cold
Alone
But comforted
That feeling becomes a word.
Melancholy.
The one word that keeps coming back
And haunts your dreams
As you lay alone in bed
And everything moves on.