Shattered Glass Life After Abuse

Cubist collage attacked, Expectation failed, Sum of destruction seems Real world looks un-nailed. By Mushroombrain on deviantART Not going far enough, Broke the fruit dish, Cannot glue together --You Missed what Cezanne wished. Assault the painting within, Abandon the medium. Ready-made objects Don't equate the sum. Independent artist Show provocative ways, Blurring boundaries in Degradation displays. Set the stage for deskilled, Experimental progeny. Vandalize a painting -- Is What some want to see. Paint splattered and poured On trash encrusted surface. Ghostly traces in gilded frames Brings tyranny of purchase. Artist choose what art is. Can destruction be vandalism? Pathological passion - It Depends on your prism.

I held your hand, Dreams upon your face. We danced slow songs Heart beats of grace. dance by melodyofleeloo on deviant art I led my love Never been kissed. Chose purity, Nothing been missed. I fit the plan, Not left to fate. Prayers had been said. God bring my mate. I was the one, A dream come true. Each piece in place, Up to "I do". I felt the pain, Shame hid in me. You believed more Than I could see. I failed at life, You would succeed. Can't hold you back I now concede. I never brought To you a ring. He is the one- Now you can sing. I'm looking down, Dreams upon your face. Joy fills my heart, You found your place. I let you go, You deserved more. In His embrace, I leave the shore.

by myxchimcalxkiss on deviantART A sharp edge Thought to numb The pain too deep To heal away. A sharp edge Brought to mind, Cut the memory- Blood covers. A sharp edge Pierced His side He took your sin Upon Him. A sharp edge For a moment Pause the cycle, The burden. A sharp edge Does not solve The real problem, Hurting shame. A sharp edge Words spoken, The Gilead Balm heals all. If you think about using a sharp edge to cut yourself to stop the pain, stop. A sharp edge against your skin is not the help you need. You are priceless, precious, and your life was created for a purpose. You can know happiness.

Mama, naturally. A child loves his mom, connected as one from conception in her womb. by bailey--elizabeth on deviantART Birth pangs, naturally, Discorded at birth, No pulsing between, Empathetic Or flatline. Children, naturally, Completely depend On mama for needs, Hopefully A bond builds. Parents, naturally, Are beloved, it's said. The childhood window Closes quickly. Locus food. Regrets, naturally, Eat away her peace. Could have been's haunt. A mother's heart Never stops. Loving, hoping, trying. Even unrequited. Her longing remains, For her child's love Until she dies.

by Isikol on devientart, boris tribute My flesh, my muscles and my bones, I flex and lift my bronzing tones, I once was skinny, dust and dirt, Now I'm built, I hold the earth. Nothing easy comes to me, Grovel, work, I can not flee. Words haunt, howl, from my past, Blows in frozen, bred to last. By my brow and pumping grit I resolve, no more, I spit, Cradle to my bed alone Four walls free me from that home. Choose I must now - how I live, Running springs no longer give, Dig my own well, for my thirst, Raging feelings, out I curse. Cut the strings that held me down Dangling offers - sins abound. Taste the apple from the tree, Rotten to the core, I see. Pleasures, crutches, hold me back, Mirrors glaring, what I lack, Smoke defuses, nothings clear, But the song of panting deer. Brawn and might can get me far, Still I'm crawling on the floor. Willed erect now, full of pride. Satan lurled me, 'course, he lied. My redeemer, sees my core, ...

Said I to God, "Love me, Pour down your showers from heaven. Release your geysers from earth. Surround Me in Your presence. Let me float weightless in You, Absorbing goodness into every crevices' That I might be saturated, That my thirst would be quenched, That I would never need another." And God so willingly poured out His love on me, Little me - to the world I am so minor, Just a one in a crowd of millions- even more, A grain of sand upon which the ocean roar, A particle of dust--clothed away- unwanted. But to God I am His everything, A priceless daughter of the King. My heart bursts forth with exuberant, To know, He joys, that I exist. A gift - a gift - I am to Him And He to me - far greater. To love as He - I can not measure Nor ever - though try, I might - to do Like the river He pours out for me and you. Oh, ask Him, try and you will see You will know for yourself - His love - as He has for me.

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