tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83638480348581030602024-03-13T06:19:54.709-07:00What I ThinkA collection of poetry giving you a glimpse behind the mask Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02768450232043599403noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363848034858103060.post-66529409092330590122016-03-23T17:45:00.000-07:002016-03-23T17:45:17.170-07:00ModernismIn modern society we no longer see the reality<br />
but rather the depravity of our own catastrophe.<br />
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We walk alongside undead robots<br />
that demand handheld computers.<br />
Never speaking a word<br />
Never touching another<br />
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We've replaced authenticity with emojis.<br />
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We've given our energy to Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.</div>
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We've lost hold of all reality for a world of seeming perfection,</div>
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and we are surprised when reality disappoints us by comparison.<br />
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"Why would I explain it to you<br />
when I can just post it online<br />
and you can read it if you want to?"<br />
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"Why would I waist my time to visit you<br />
when I can just text you with emojis<br />
and tell you how I'm doing?"<br />
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These are the influences upon modern society:<br />
To give up love, compassion, and relationships<br />
and replace them with fallacies, indifference, and "followers."<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">By Kayla Jentes</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02768450232043599403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363848034858103060.post-22303331799828893312015-10-21T16:04:00.004-07:002015-10-21T16:06:19.612-07:00Fall Leaves<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02768450232043599403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363848034858103060.post-74068554187905465792014-12-22T10:35:00.002-08:002014-12-22T10:36:45.876-08:00The Lover's LastThe days my mind<br />
wanders into bliss<br />
are the days I find<br />
transcendent joy<br />
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The image of you<br />
fills my heart<br />
until my chest is<br />
too full to breathe<br />
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The touch of your hand<br />
sends chills through me<br />
until I can no longer<br />
bear to stand<br />
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Your grip on my heart<br />
is unwavering<br />
and you have led me<br />
far from safety<br />
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My tomb shall read:<br />
"Here lies the Lover<br />
who loved until<br />
her last breath"<br />
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What it will not say<br />
is my Lover took<br />
my breath away.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">By Kayla Jentes</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02768450232043599403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363848034858103060.post-58810926962813821472014-10-25T20:21:00.002-07:002014-10-25T20:24:15.320-07:00A World of Brokenness People listen like megaphones<br />
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distracted by their telephones</div>
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I'm waiting to participate</div>
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thinking how to articulate</div>
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the feeling of emptiness </div>
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I see in all this brokenness</div>
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The world spins round</div>
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and people make all these sounds</div>
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but when it comes down to it</div>
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all I hear is bull shit</div>
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People are empty, broken and lost</div>
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they turn to drugs, money, and alcohol</div>
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but there's a great cost</div>
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Why can't they see you?</div>
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Do they not know you're there?</div>
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Blind to your clues</div>
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as they sit their confused<br />
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by Kayla Jentes</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02768450232043599403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363848034858103060.post-63739623308964235402014-09-26T21:28:00.001-07:002014-09-26T21:38:29.326-07:00Recognition<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">It lies so heavily on my shoulders</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">The weight crushing down on me</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">I put it all on myself to try for credit</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">But all I got is criticism</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">When I try, I fail</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">When I trust, He succeeds</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Let it not be me, but Him through me</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">For His ways are best</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">My ways are a mess</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">By Kayla Jentes</span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02768450232043599403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363848034858103060.post-69530816013362600132014-07-26T13:09:00.001-07:002014-09-26T21:46:36.955-07:00Broken Mirror<span style="font-family: inherit;">I am a broken mirror</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">with a distorted reflection</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">of the Son that shines on me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I want the world to see but</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I am a broken mirror.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">You expect me to portray this image</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">but you don't stop and realize</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">that I am broken and shattered</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">just like you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We are all broken mirrors.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">By Kayla Jentes </span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02768450232043599403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363848034858103060.post-48581828540294713722014-07-25T14:51:00.001-07:002014-07-25T14:52:15.137-07:00The WordIn the beginning was the Word -- singular.<div>He spoke, with a word, everything into existence. </div><div>With a word He brings down armies;</div><div>with a word the dead are raised.</div><div><br></div><div>So why do we waist words?</div><div>When with only one</div><div>we have that same power.</div><div>Because the God that spoke those words</div><div>now lives in me</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>By Kayla Jentes </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02768450232043599403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363848034858103060.post-75309401793761065052014-07-19T19:53:00.002-07:002014-07-25T14:47:34.085-07:00Weeping Willow<span style="font-family: inherit;">Like a weeping willow</span><br>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">she often sways in the wind</span><br>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">but as she sways</span><br>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">she weeps for what she has lost</span><br>
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But through her wavering </span><br>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">her beauty shines through</span><br>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">because after each storm</span><br>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">her branches come to rest</span><br>
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for she is firmly rooted</span><br>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">in the soil of God, and</span><br>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">will never be uprooted. </span><br>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">by Kayla Jentes</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02768450232043599403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363848034858103060.post-52644123648309500652014-06-28T19:59:00.001-07:002016-03-13T16:11:27.232-07:00Today's John 3:16People run through life<br />
Technology in hand<br />
They don't stop for a minute<br />
Not even to dust off the sand<br />
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They work, work, work<br />
And take, take, take<br />
But never stop to give<br />
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For if they slowed down<br />
Even for a moment<br />
They would see the emptiness<br />
Their pretend lives would shatter<br />
And as ashes it would scatter<br />
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But for God so loved the world,<br />
That he gave his one and only son<br />
That whoever believes in him<br />
Shall not:<br />
Feel meaningless, hopeless, or empty;<br />
Run aimlessly through life;<br />
Always feel restless, pain, and strife<br />
And most of all, when it comes to the end of days,<br />
They will not perish,<br />
But instead have eternal life<br />
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By Kayla Jentes<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02768450232043599403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363848034858103060.post-46819475762236980512014-05-15T18:32:00.003-07:002014-05-15T18:35:04.883-07:00My One<span style="font-size: x-small;">This sounds best as a audio poem so try reading it out loud or mumbling it to yourself. It is a little different than most of my stuff, so I hope you like it!</span><br />
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My life is a confusion of chosin' and losin'<br />
tryin' to be a new one, a real one, a clean one.<br />
All for the One who loves, who fights, who dies,<br />
who comes back to life.<br />
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How can I compare?<br />
Who even cares how I live my affairs?<br />
I know he is there, I know he cares, he shares<br />
my pain, my strain, as the everlasting crane<br />
lifts to the cliffs the sinners<br />
who think they can stay the way they behave.<br />
They fall down and pound the ground<br />
as they strive in their meaningless lives.<br />
The ground shakes and quakes for us to awake<br />
to the sight of the light at the end of the night.<br />
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How can we wait?<br />
How can we stay?<br />
How can we be at bay?<br />
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How abrupt this corrupt world will erupt<br />
ashes falling, masses stalling, he is calling<br />
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Home.<br />
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Those who believe are relieved to leave<br />
the world as it swirls and curls<br />
to escape the wrath and its aftermath.<br />
The battle ensues, evil peruses, but evil pays dues<br />
to the one I choose<br />
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"It is finished."<br />
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Listen to the silence as it rings<br />
louder than the choir sings.<br />
The battle is won, we are one, he is one.<br />
We sing our praise amazed with our gaze<br />
fixed upon the throne. Not a moan or a groan<br />
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Joy consumes, peace resumes, love peruses.<br />
We have won as one to be one with The One,<br />
my One.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">by Kayla Jentes</span><br />
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If you want to know more about where this poem came from and where the inspiration came from, write in the comments<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02768450232043599403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363848034858103060.post-40478830842348615292014-05-08T19:43:00.003-07:002014-05-08T19:51:47.419-07:00Opportunity<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
boom the door slams<br />
bang the room shakes<br />
Opportunity is gone<br />
and you heart breaks<br />
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squeak the door clams<br />
creak the room aches<br />
Opportunity, like a mouse,<br />
inching its way over<br />
waiting to be found<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">by Kayla Jentes</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02768450232043599403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363848034858103060.post-84306387141164869692014-05-03T19:52:00.001-07:002014-05-03T21:09:36.466-07:00Testing Testing, testing one, two, three<br />
watch the time as you go<br />
careful of their tricks<br />
try not to guess<br />
on the clock<br />
tick tock<br />
done.<br />
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Ready or not<br />
here it comes<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">by Kayla Jentes</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02768450232043599403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363848034858103060.post-70867084005670745212014-05-02T17:22:00.002-07:002014-05-03T21:10:04.083-07:00Friends of the SandMy friends are quick to speak<br />
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My friends are slow to listen</div>
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My friends are quick to become angry</div>
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they blow in the wind </div>
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like sand on the shore</div>
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sometimes taken with sadness</div>
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sometimes taken with joy</div>
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I, the sea shell</div>
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once filled with life</div>
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now dry as the sand<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">by Kayla Jentes</span><br />
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If you want to know more about what this poem is about and where the inspiration came from, write in the comments<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02768450232043599403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363848034858103060.post-86371288638882738972014-04-30T18:13:00.003-07:002014-05-03T21:10:44.092-07:00Good Friends and Great FriendsI have a friend<br />
we make polite conversation.<br />
She does not invite me<br />
to parties or games.<br />
We only talk when<br />
I start the charades.<br />
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I have a friend<br />
we understand each other<br />
even in unknown languages.<br />
We are always together<br />
and every plan we make<br />
we first consider the other.<br />
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Some have many friends<br />
and others have just one.<br />
The most important thing<br />
is to have at least one great one.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">by Kayla Jentes</span><br />
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If you want to know more about what this poem is about and where the inspiration came from, write in the commentsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02768450232043599403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363848034858103060.post-16027400908322577912014-04-30T18:00:00.002-07:002014-05-03T21:11:16.405-07:00The New Lost GenerationThe Lost Generation<br />
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once a generation of the post-war soldiers</div>
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now the embodiment of the post-technology mindset</div>
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Socially overstimulated</div>
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Emotionally numb</div>
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Relationally empty</div>
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As if our lives are forever buffering;</div>
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waiting,</div>
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for the life we'll never know.</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">by Kayla Jentes</span></div>
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