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Winner of #fydc contest year 2016! I hear voices in my head, they talk to me. I can only listen to so much. Welcome to my Black ❌ White World. I'm a sucker for Short poems that pour out all of my emotions. I'm not much of a talker. So I write my bleeding thoughts.

Lacuna: A blank space; A missing part. Poetry book started on: 12/20/16 Completed on: 7/25/18 Highest rank: #777 My second poetry book.

Highest rank 7 in POETRY on 9/12/2016 "Poetry Is the art of putting your mind on to the paper " This whole collection is the consequence of imagination turned into words . It contains love poems , some of them being cheerful , while some of them being the sad ones . Suggestions for new topics will be surely accepted in comments / message . --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anyone who tries to copy my lines of ideas , will be inviting legal action.

I am a character caught up in my story, interwoven with others to display Our Author's glory. I am caught in a current, uncertain of what comes next. One minute I have control, the next I'm caught in a tempest. I am spinning round in circles, my mind is doing cartwheels, I feel myself sucked beneath the waves, now my lungs know how oranges feel. I am drowning in the ocean, tossed around by waves of emotion. Rocks, my obstacles they catch me, tear me up and pitch me back into the sea. Oh my Lord I cry out to you, I'm drowning, the surface of life is continually pounding. I know you're in control and surrounding, but I can't feel your arms around me! I am tired, oh so tired, it's not just mental or physical. It reaches deep within my bones and freezes my cold heart into an icicle. My Lord Jesus, I am dying, and without you I am done trying. Wake my soul from self induced misery, open my eyes to Your great glory so I can see...