I love words. I love art. I love Jesus.
Eighty-two degrees, a little breeze, The sun is shining down on me, Got some sand beneath my toes, A better place God only knows
By D'Shan Berry2 years ago in Poets
Mere words are all I have to give, But what I have, I offer. Like the widow from the Bible, I'll place two mites in the coffer.
The man of my dreams isn't loving. The man of my dreams isn't kind. He haunts me with memories of sorrow; shame and suffering fill up my mind.
I sometimes wonder who I'd be Had I a different family. What would I say, what would I think? Would I like blue or favor pink?
Today is Veterans Day, also known as Armistice Day. The "eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month" is when the
Diamonds are beautiful, pure, sparkling, yet tough. Graphite is dark, brittle, easily transferred, and fragile. Diamonds outlast graphite
Confronted by two groups of folks, Where neither would own wrong, My friend spoke truth I won't forget And, so, I wrote this song.
I'm forever branded by miracles — First my name, then the scar on my chest. Both stories tell of God's power divine, How His goodness and mercy don't rest.
You've been gone almost as long As you were on this earth. I wish you could have seen your value, Would have seen your worth.
Each time I think I'm done with you You show up unannounced Invading present moments With a lifetime full of doubts Though I know I am the victor
Once, I had a dark, brown mole removed. My genes make me resistant to the lidocaine. The doctor cut deep to get clear margins.
Sometimes, I feel like Superman. Like I, too, draw strength from the warmth of our yellow sun. This makes winter hard --