POETRY FOR THE SEASON by Kakorya Freesia (good non fiction books to read .TXT) 📖

>I hope mirrors of light, 

Reveal your dark deeds,

Until You make them right.

 

With a spiteful heart you made me cry,

And Heaven’s views, 

Never Lie.

 

I will not fight,

Nor say,

I’m right. 

 

I will just pray,

For peace,

Tonight.

 

 

Author Notes _ Created: 4/07/2014

 

"The ones that say they love you, can be your greatest lessons in life."

 

"I am not strong because I have never cried nor been hurt. I am strong because I have learned that the people, who have made me cry and hurt, only wanted someone's attention." 

 

By Kakorya Freesia

In the Darkness of my Night

 In the darkness of my night. 

 

As all I did was sob,

Out of sight,

I could not help,

But ask CREATOR why.

 

I saw my pain each day,

And questioned,

My own might,

And the value of my life.

 

How do I grow,

What do I need to learn,

To free my soul and let my pain freely-go.

 

Who's demons do I fight?

Those that say, 

They love me,

Or what comes from inside.

 

In the darkness of my life,

I vision only light,

To surround me, 

Either day or night.

 

 

Author Notes _ Created: 04/07/2014

 

"As long as I focus on what's wrong with me, I will never, see nor know what is right within me".  

  By Kakorya Freesia

Dear Creator

I once adored a guy,

Who was smart, smooth, and jolly.  

 

But like the path of a tsunami,

He transformed, 

And the skies were no longer sunny.

 

He was a good person,

But his heart was deceitful.

And no matter how I tried, 

To look past his defects and his disguise,

I had to open my eyes.

 

His meaning of love,

Was a destructive obsession,

So I quickly took notes, jogged, and learned a lesson. 

 

I lost a few friends from being isolated.

Found-out he lied, because one was a guy, he wanted eradicated. 

 

He’s plucking the stings,

On my future dreams and I can’t do a thing. 

 

So, I give you my permission,

To use some divine intervention,

And shed your light,

On my poorly aided decision.

 

Before I forget to mention,

I did not listen.

Our spirits mingled and jingled,

Which started this infliction,

 

But, I am grateful that I am SINGLE.

 

 

 

Author Notes _ Created: 04/16/2014

 

"I got out, but more will go in, and many will not live."

 

"He or She may say they Love You, but if they don't know how to Love You, its’ not LOVE."

 

By Kakorya Freesia

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Publication Date: 05-12-2014

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