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Cold and Alone
A girl,
Little more than a skeleton in this fallen world,
Balls herself up in a corner of this small room,
Freezing,
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.Even when in a famished state I hunt,In pastures green and lush with abundance,He renews my spry and exuberance.
I think I always knew I was a little bit messed up in the head,
See with me being so quiet and all as a child
They’d look me in the eye
Imagine growing up feeling broken
Broken like a clock stuck at night
Afraid of words that you’ve spoken
Or fearful of those that you might
Imagine stealing a glimpse at redemption
sometimes i am so easily decieved
I believe what i wish to be true
and when the fantasies of my infancy are ripped from my grasp
I weep at the feet of misbeliefs past
for the comfort of lies
I need to feel the breeze
Across my sunlit face
I'm down and out and on my knees
So tired of this place
I beg the good Lord please
Take away my sins
And cleanse me through his righteousness
Mother, queen, ancient one. She who gave birth to the son. Draped with the sky and a crown of stars upon your head. Your love and light chase away pain and dread. You lay beside me on my bed.
It was fortold that He would be
The one who man kind would need
The one who crushed the head
Of the the serpent of deceit.
He would be despised and not esteemed
I own the rod
I own the staff
You walk through the valley
I make the path
You fear no evil
No shadow of death
I comfort you
With every breath
But I don't know much about God
I know want to sit with him and his others
But my existence is sin
And I'll never reach what I want
Its fruitless
As soon as the rosy-lining of sun appeared,
The children sprang from their homes and met at the center.
Their soiled feet pounded the stone pathways, alerting the
Turn from your sins!
Repent, for the kingdom of Heaven
Is at hand
Oh Lord, save our country
From their own stupidity
Their own evil
They know not what they do
They call us
Haters
Untangle the strands that trap and immobilize,
reach into my soul and revive
Give me a breath,
a breath of your life
My thoughts are ruthless but
your love is relentless in pursuit of me
May 25, 2019
I cast my gaze upon the cool, crisp glass
I see a glimpse, the glimmer, the shadow, a horror
A face, my own, familiar, but not my own
For within it I see another face
There’s a path to the house from the meadow,
Leading home from the dark forest’s gloom,
Well-worn by the feet of your Father,
As He fought, ran, and chased after you.
My father passes.
With him, my world also fades.
My life is broken.
All hope is now gone.
What can I possibly have now?
Jesus, my Saviour.
After a few years,
Even if I'm not happy, Jesus will still be here.
God will still hold my hand when I'm filled with fear.
They still think I'm beautiful when I think I'm ugly.
We will have peace,
Whether we are in Eden,
Or Gethsemane.
For we will rise with the sun,
And we will eat sweet fruit,
From His vineyards.
We will go to the water,
1. A missionary trembles in the pulpit, exhorting you with tales of the fire of God, of kings and coals, of a man who had seen angels and thought they omened his death.
The word "fight" never seemed to apply
I see its far more than what meets the eye
A promise made in youth that must live when youth dies
And I fight. Oh, its a front and a facade - yes, I fight!
This is not a war story
but one of victory.
I can hear the freedom bells ring
and my heart sings
because once I was a captive now liberated by the King.
But that’s just the thing
I wasn’t always free.
You’re usually not that blunt.
It’s usually sewn in with threads of:
motherhood, divine goal, dating advice, dances,
I usually just
don’t exist.
I feel like
I'm drowning.
Lord, I need you.
Be my life jacket.
Keep me afloat.
Reach into the raging waters
And take me by the hand.
I am you
You are me
We all have issues
We all have strengths.
So why?
Why am I judged?
Why do you make assumptions
Pass judgement
Ignore who I am.
I want to see God like my mother does.
She welcomes Christ like an old friend,
and loves Him as family,
but all these saints are strangers to me.
The stars cry the hallows of heaven.
They declare the name of our Creator.
The thin air on the peaks of the mountains,
Is the echoed glory of our Savior.
The purple-black sky is the shadow cast,
There are stained glass windows illuminated by winter memories purged
The dust dancing on sun colored air
ModestyIt's more than justWhat women wearI've begun to thinkWe just don't careThe sexual objectificationOf a woman's bodyReinforced by a reducedDefinition of modestyIt's about more Than just your bodyIt's about knowing your self-worthFrom your bir
The Alpha and the Omega
The Beginning and the End
The angels, they sing his praise
The praise of his grace and his mercy
Given undeserved to sinners like me
With a promise of eternity and prosperity
When it comes to self-sustain,
There is no loss or gain.
Within your pit you stand,
Surrounded high by your demands.
Shouting wants to the voices above,
When all of our slim hopes had been dwarfed into insignificance
And all of our dreams consumed by a reckless annoyance
Your voice was heard and it said something
Your word came through and it changed something
A predetermined gathering
One in heaven, the other earth
Many voices answering
Great noises call forth
He is there in both places
How is it Gods will
to call a kid disgusting
Just for who he loves
You tell us we are sick
And that we need special help
though you have no doctor's degree
You tell us how to love
it’s 2017
the closet doesn’t have a door
there’s still monsters inside
amongst binders and gender-neutral clothes
if you’re a millennial
Day in and out, we speak of Diversity,
Commend Creativity,
Condemn pure Consistency.
We dream of a world full of Abnormality,
Homosexuality,
When, in Reality,
Our holy God, our father, most merciful,This day is closing, not a perfect end…Here I approach your throne and do pretendI am not a bad person, not sinful.My hands, Lord Jesus, I present: they are full
Father, can you hear me? My heart in pain outcrying,I need redemption, I beg you, please, To calm my fear of dying. Father, I apologize;I lay my burdens down.For all the sin and all the lies, I’m sorry, I cry out. Father, for your grace, I thank
Black man,
I see the sulk in your eyes,
The wrinkles, the bags of countless years of work,
Trying to race ahead through the obstacles,
Screwtape,
You may try to cloud my thinking
Eradicate my being
Snap my persona with guilt
However you should know
Until Eternity ends
Adoni, my Master and Savior will keep me in His hand
Different but similar, in distinct scenes
Interpretations of that which is “eternal”
Some of the bounded in settings infernal,
Variations seen
In the beginning, man created ideas
This is our last chance to grieve
Dear Lord, I was only thirteen
The host of trepidation freshly forgot,
You coerced forgiveness from fester and rot
I’m from a small town,
lonely and lost,
my dysfunctional family,
with a lost hope in humanity,
growing up with so little,
so little to love,
Dear God,
I’m in a funny spot
I call it funny because I’m laughing out my mascara
I know You’re here
In the entire history of humanitythere was but One Manwho practiced love and anmityas perfect as one can.He is better than any otherand no one could come close.He cared for me like a brother
"My Dearest Love,I come before you nowA stranger on my kneesCan something so beautifulTake interest in me?How amazed I stand before youAs I look into your eyesI'm struck-here wondering
Come here, and lend your ear.
For there is a word
That you really must hear.
If not, life would be unassured.
So listen, please, I ask a favor.
Brittle dirt parts with each step
Moving toward the side of the path
Growing closer to the ocean depth
100 feet down, a deadly bath
Running shoes carefully laced
Gear ready to handle every step
Sure as heck wouldn't fall for that "Oh its my favouritebook & I keep it by my bedsidetrick" & gather chubby Christianflunkeys to pray over & anointa fascist idiot child,
Why am I hiding from God?
Unlike Adam and Eve,
I put on a "Hello brethren, happy Sabbath" facade, instead of a fig leaf.
I heard about someone who discouraged a brother from going to seminary
Born into you,
Cant escape you,
There's no use running
I cant even hide from you;
Who convinces me
that I'm not worthy,
Who tells me
I can't do anything,
Who's love toward me
that piece of clay
that i became
so long ago
in the montains rain
crafted by God
put together again
that piece of clay
a pot filled to the brim.
that piece of clay
I didn't think my heart could break anymore over you,
But here I am wondering what to do
Because every thought of you
Rips another piece away
And every time I try to pray
I have no idea what to say.
My God who has given me strength,given me courage, and given me wisdom.My weakness is no more than an imaginationwhen my God has given me all I need. Blossoms of memories and bouquets of lovedelivered to me from loved ones.And so much gracedeliv
You are on the Road, the Road gets you to where you need to be.
It does not matter how many potholes you hit.
It does not matter how narrow the Road appears.
There was a then and there is a now,
the past allows
To walk a life of fire,
blinded by tempations and desire.
Tiny speck of light in the dark shines through,
As things begin to slip,
They drip around the sides
And glide into places almost forgotten.
The grand piano breaks
Dirt and shame were my middle names
Only saw brown in the reflection
Couldn’t stop the streams from falling
A broken heart all I felt
Gentrification gettin’ into this nation;Historically segregation, Killin’ kids, lit in flames and;Rioting makes it hasten, and racists make the hatred;It’s wicked and dangerous, we livin’ in hades;
Your love has wrapped around me,
like a quilt fabricated of the never-ending world,
There is a song that you sing,
a voice soft as silk, and sweet as honey,
My fathers arms have held me tight,
Why must we feel heartbreak? From where does it come?
I assure you this: It doesn’t come from above
But rather from evil with malicious intent
First pleasure, then pain and spiritual torment
God.
A being we can never fully grasp without His help.
One who brings us joy and emotion.
He who first felt pain and sorrow
I hear all these voices
shouting, filling
my head
yelling, proclaiming:
GOD IS DEAD.
I will not be silent,
I will not be ashamed,
because the very God that knows my name
I look upon His beaten and bloody face,
For there I see the evidence of my disgrace,
Rivulets of Life stream down His body,
King of Kings Who came to save humanity from it's own calamity.
As my alarm rings I lay snug in my bed
Bound in my blankets I wish I was dead.
The world outside my house is strangled in fear.
I'm quite warm and rested; I'd rather stay here.
Waking up every day
I know that I am saved from yesterdays sins
that might have carried my heart away.
He keeps me going,
my energy flowing,
and happiness He keeps on showing.
You see I knew the man, but not the message.Now I know the man and the message.The message is not in the magazines full of airbrushed models.That tell me everything that is wrong with my exterior.The message is that "I am fearfully and wonderfully
Sometimes, life can feel a little slow
A lot of people are only worried about one thing. Dough.
Sometimes this makes you happy
But more times than not, it makes you snappy.
I, however, like to focus on my life
A cloud of Turmoil
Stress can just soil
Positive Hopes Left Unsurfaced
All the Dark Weather is
Just of Satan's Teather
To Pull you in the
Sand that quicks the
Despair of life that Creaks
A cloud of Turmoil
Stress can just soil
Positive Hopes Left Unsurfaced
All the Dark Weather is
Just of Satan's Teather
To Pull you in the
Sand that quicks the
Despair of life that Creaks
Bullets pierce the LGBTQ community
daily.
We saw the life stealing bullets
in Orlando,
but we forgot the spirit breaking bullets
in our words.
My parents taught me about their lives.
Music is the poetry to my heart.
The melody and the beat are what resonate within me.
When I write my own poetry
silent breaking, day by day
against my will, I run away
afraid of those I used to trust
one breath away from giving up
Hope seems but a vague memory
That Book
That book.That bookthey saidHe said.
E’vrythingwe needed toknow beforeHe was Dead.
Crucified.to saveour souls.
This day in particular
Was really quite gray
The guy next to me sighed
Hey, you okay?
I replied that I was fine
I gesured him to go away
Yet, he wiped the tears from my eyes
I found god in a bloody field of wheat,
face down with ichor stained chains around his
wrists, throat, ankles, and abdomen
He was handsome in the face
Sitting in a sunlit room,
I ponder how to begin
Words seem to distance themselves
From me after
So long a space
I filled with nothing more than
Wounded doubts
As I stand here on this nightand look way up aboveI see God's heavens in my sightAnd I'm overwhelmed with love To picture such a marvelous placeFilled with love and peaceFull of eternal life and spaceWhere His love shall never cease All of which I
As I stand here on this nightand look way up aboveI see God's heavens in my sightAnd I'm overwhelmed with love To picture such a marvelous placeFilled with love and peaceFull of eternal life and spaceWhere His love shall never cease All of which I
The comfort in my soul comes from inside and above
My comfort travels through simple days in life
Comfort reflected by smiles and joyful faces
I didn’t want to wake up. I wanted to play dead
Being blind and not even knowing it
Daily activities going through life in a daze
Running, always chasing trying not to be caught
Why me?
Empty, and alone
Stripped of my skin with my core exposed.
I thought it was a dream, when the screams wouldn’t stop
When my skin felt too hot
When my eyes got too wide
I'll express this today
That beauty in the world comes to me seemingly so quickly
At least until I feel like everyone in the possible known universe is ticked at me
I'll express this today
Without my Bible
I become more fragile
With no wisdom
There is no system
A child with no direction
A man with no intentions
Dazzled in wealth with milk and honey flowing, I look to my face
Silk from head to toe no corn in my row but my emotions have no place
at the mountain top, success on the clock with no sense of direction
Remember mommy,
how we would smile at rainbows?
Seeing them reminded both of us,
that the gray color of uncertainty
Has parted.
Here I am,
Sitting, standing, wondering how I got here.
All alone I am.
The crashing of the waves and the sand between my toes.
This is how it goes.
I have one thing, and one thing only.
Hope
I can’t live without the hope that it will
get better
I can’t live without the hope that someday
I’d be free
As a feather
Floating in the wind without a limit
Or a Header
all around me
all i hear
organized sound
in my ear
analogous
to his love
hope within me
peace thereof
What can't I live without
What I can't breathe about
Breathe to the understanding of my own self
What I can't live without
What i can't eat without
Eat without the comfort in my own shell
(Breath in
Breath out).
My sanity has reached its brink
I take this time to sit here and think
Deep thoughts
Maybe even weak thoughts
I find it peculiar That the patients in God's hospital look familiarI feel like this is Alcatraz, a display of the insaneThe asylum has no change, am I to blame?Same first-world suburb issues that could be easily forgottenAnd why does God's undefi
Where I see no path, You clear the way.
I am in a constant blizzard, a tundra, wandering aimlessly. Nothing but falling snow clouds my vision.
But You, Lord, take this vagabond and leads her.
"The last stand was made here
Where life drained the hills
The last stand was made here
Where many were killed
The last stand was the last
Though he did not stand
He was hung on a cross
The pastor began his sermon as he did every time
Reading from a devotional that he found online
As far as pastors go, he really wasn't very good
He tried to explain things he himself never understood
Innocent to the earth
Blemished before the judge
Blameless since birth
Isolated to the grudge
Two value systems
Perceive and Review
Man's disease and symptoms
Whether true or askew
See the thing about God is...
People
You, me, he, she, I, they, we...
People
love to forget their own purpose.
Love to live in the bliss or ignorance,
The world may be a dark sky
But God you're still my bright light.
You shine through the gray,
like the sun shines in May.
The Painting of Life by Tristen Reese
There are different paths in life; yet life is like a maze.
You make lefts, you make rights ... but are you making decisions that are winning.
Standing on the edge on the brink; Chaotically confused.
Tears fall faster than you can catch them.
Loud inner voices make it hard to think.
Your fears and reality have fused.
I've always been a believer..
I used to believe I needed to be inhebriated
to appreciate the things that he's created.
Amazing Awesome Adonai
Author of my life
Author of Eternal Salvation
And one with Jesus Christ
Creator and consuming fire
Spirit of love and peace
Who does not faint and does not tire
Recently I found out that a bible study made up of a few girls from my school discussed at one of their meetings how I am a hypocrite, because I say I am a christian, I say I believe in the words of the bible, but I also, quite loudly, o
Rain on me, why don't you world
Break my heart and give me peril
Falling rain, like teardrops from my eyes
Soak me in tragedy and pain
Take it back, you can't
I wonder everyday what words to use to make you listen
to what I have to say
And if these words are the right ones to make your understand
I wonder everyday if my words even make you care
When did everyone's problems become mine?
A week before, I was just a friend and not a counselor
I was a kid with a smile and shoulder to offer
In every life
There is a gate
Beyond the gate
There is a road
With many twists
And turns it goes
Where it stops
Only dead ones know
There is help
On the side
The Devil is trying to knock me down
The Devil is intimidated by my mental
But God says I’m the talk of the town
There is something about me that’s elemental
I'm not inspired by earth's lovely things
the birds, the trees, the autumn breeze.
With ease I walk
in the confidence of my Lord.
His peace I stalk,
for alone I cannot afford.
I see His beauty
in all of His creations.
As Christians it's our duty
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Gabriel. My friends call me Gabe. And my father, well he hardly calls me at all. How's that for subtle? Please don't feel sorry for me.
What is my mission?
How can I inspire?
I want to make a difference, but I’m just so tired.
As I grew up, I was a boy and I did not care and I did not know.
The way I was living was just an average life.
All through school, my friends were your average losers.
Do not try to invade my thoughts;
my cross is too heavy to bear...
Just listen when I need to express them,
& I will make you fully aware!
Ill let you into my life, and all to me that is real;
I will open up my heart and tell you how I...
He called them to the sea
A boundless tempest raging
Those of little faith witnessed it made still
Iēsus Nazarēnus, Rēx Iūdaeōrum
Made still for the faithful to come
Without the storm
A fear that cannot be tamed
An evil that cannot be forsaken
A scream that cannot be heard
These are the demons
Who haunt us every day
Who taunt the sanctity of salvation
I am.
Loved, that is.
They don't always say it,
They mayn't always show it,
And I mightn't always feel it,
But it's there.
He's there.
When the time gets tough
Seems like there's no light to shine,
You will be alone at the darkest night.
But there's always stars that shine with bright light,
And when you look at them, see the shining light!
I was raised a southern butt
To embrace the good and the rest cut
I put labels on people based on their actions
Gossiper, bully, drugee, had an abortion,
Slut, alcoholic, prideful, and a sinner
I hold my tongue because it’s proper,
And back out because I’ll lose.
I’m frightened at the idea,
That the world will hate my views.
The Lord gave me a heart for the hurting
Allowed me to enjoy opportunities of which I wasn’t always deserving
Endowed me with the power of spiritual discernment
Enabled confidence to generate a lyrical disturbance
There is a lot of flaw
In an adolescent girl
Leading a women’s ministry,
Judged by the world.
There is a lot of sadness
In an adolescent girl
Motivating others,
Smiling at the world.
Sin is produced from the heart,
and it pulls God and I apart,
Yet we still ask God to listen to our heart.
We seem to only go to God in the midst of trouble,
Those moments when our sin points seem to double,
The other me is someone only seen by few,
Someone not as corageous or as sure of what to do.
Inside I'm scared of letting others down,
Scared of rejection or the real me to be found.
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil." (Psalm 23:4)
Have it all
from my head to my feet
no matter how tall
reach up and take me
I am yours
you are mine
the God who changed
water to wine
even in a blink of an eye
I have walked under the stars with Gods voice rolling in my mind. He spoke words I hated to hear as I boiled in rage and writhed in pain at the reality of His leading me to healing.
I have a dream:That I will love you forever.And by forever,I do not just mean my time in Earth,But also my time In heavenWhen I kneel at your feet,In praise and glory,
Just one more hit.
Everyone else is stoned and wasted beyond help.
Sorry God, I tried to contain myself.
Uh, what's that over there?
Someone brought ecstasy!
Cool, man.
There once was a man
Who laid under an old sicamore tree
He was young but wise
And seen good in Gods eyes
He'd nod and wave
Whenever one called his name
He'd never pout
-I walk into the restaurant tightly holding onto my Father's hand. All around, I see other guys.
GOD’S GALAXY
VAST,
KNOWN YET UNKNOW,
REACHED YET UNREACHED,
EXPLORED YET UNEXPLORED,
BEAUTIFUL,
MAJESTIC,
AMAZING,
UNBELIEVEABLE,
Living to Live Again
Born to us on Christmas Day,
Knowing he would leave in a cruel way.
He grew up with only one goal in mind,
Spreading the word to all mankind.
ON THE TREE THAT SAVED US ALL
IT WAS DONE ON A HILL OF DEATH,
IT WAS DONE AFTER 30LASHES,
IT WAS DONE TO THE INNOCENT.
HE WAS SPIT ON,
HE FORCED TO CARY A HEAVY LAOD ON HIS TORN TENDER BACK,
They say Life is the Eternal Job
But what is Life’s main action but to Rob
Daily we see homeless people on the streets
struggling and searching for something to eat
How can you just bare to stand
The work we are told to do
Isn't restricted to just a few
It's endowded upon all the believers
To make sure we get the word to all the recievers
But what we do is not that
Sometimes, the world gets so powerful
It's like standing on the edge of the ocean during high tide
And getting swept into the dark abyss of sin right before your eyes
Caught and tangled in the lies of this Earth
It's not healthy, I know
Like I'm just putting on a show
Writing rhymes to forget
That I am very sick.
Maybe something's not right
This worsening plight
We're all the rap-chattle of the world
The odds and ends of broken finger bones
and type-cast surfaces.
Men and women from every walk of life
Welcome here to the ragged masquerade.
They said it’d be a change
And it wouldn’t be easy;
Living a life like this
Isn’t a joyride.
I didn’t expect it to be
But I also thought I was stronger than this.
Society seems in a mess
Mothers cry, while Fathers stress
to be polite is a disgrace
as children mock you to your face
drugs and sex aren't hard to find
it seems as if the worlds gone blind
God, I just want to know your plan.
I want to be able to count the number of setbacks I will have on my fingers.
I want to know if my heart will still have to endure more pain.
I want to know if I'll get divorced too.
my scars tell me
you're too much
you'll never be enough
you're not pretty enough
you're never going to be good enough
and for awhile I let my scars define me
If God made me, and he makes no mistakes, then I am not a mistake.
I must live like I am not a mistake, and make the most out of life as a Christian.
All that I’m living for now, will it be here tomorrow?
I'm weak in the flesh.Though my spirit is so willing Jesus!Sanctify me, this total depravity.
People use scripture
for every argument,
With hate and vigor
It seems they're incompetent
of showing love.
The simple truth:
Everyone's a sinner
And we're all hypocrites.
Sword bent
Heart damned
Salvation all but spent
Spirit slammed
God has left and went
What is to spare
Alone and never blameless
My soul wont dare
Walk on in disgrace
I look around only to find
Sixteen year olds are pregnant,
Twelve year olds are getting high.
Innocent people are getting shot
And teens are committing suicide,
If not today, then someday. I want to be the modern day Shakespeare. I wanna wake up with my heart pounding because my job gives me a rush of adrenalin, for I know my job would leave a long lasting cultural impact.
We live in a dark, dark world.
This world is full of hatred and sadness.
We live in a world that is spiraling towards its doom.
We live in a world that needs Jesus.
Jesus shows the way-- Jesus lights the way.
Just one job, just one life.
The attempt to erase pain, the attempt to end strife.
It's time for my dream to become a reality,
It's time to step out and let God use me.
The Seeing Man,
A chaste man displaced,
Saunters through life
Without a single expression
On his pallor white face.
The Seeing Man
Never utters a cross word
He feeds the hungry
Religion by Dillon A poem on how people should change the way they think.
I would change religion.
So many are caught in its lies.
Religion is something I despise.
It tells man to work for perfection
I watch over the world
From my throne above the clouds
Watching the people pass by
As if they think I'm not around
They question my existance
Their words pierce my heart
Why can't they see
You say you know the truth, but whereAre facts in your storyJust here and there, there’s not much thereJust eyes that won’t see
I’m tired of hearing the word“Christian”I don’t want to hear about yourChristianity,I want to see it.
You’re afraid
Your stone heart is being pulled away,
This bruised thing you held on to when all else had gone astray
You feel yourself break,
But remember how gray your life was
And even just in one moment
Please tell me that we haven't become
Mindless conformities made to match;
to blend in, to mask who we really are.
Why do we follow so closely
this pattern of mediocrity?
I wrote this poem because of a journal entry I wrote entitled--"Entries from an agnostic." T
The Child of Darkness
The Child of The Night
Searching though Darkness
Searching through The Night
Hunting for Brightness
Love is not cantankerous, nor aloofness
It is not easily provoked nor angered
Love is not pugnacious, nor stubbornness
It is not self-seeking, nor self-centered
Here at the bottom of the pile we lay,With nothing but words, at the end of the day.Words we say to ourselves with pride.Words to the world which have already died.
From Genesis to Revelation
He’s held me at high elevation.
From listening to the Word and going to church
I’ve read my Bible and did my research.
God is my strength to him I belong.
He will never leave me nor forsake me,
Therefore I will never be alone.
He will always be there, just call on his name
Dead man walking
Sentened by the boss
Look who's talking
Sorry for the loss
Dead man walking
We'll get there somehow
But where are we now?
Let's get rolling
A practically endless stream of copies lines the shelves at just about every store we can think of.It’s printed so very often.By so many different publishers.
Something told me to take a walk.
I listened.
I grabbed the dog and out we went
Down to the woods where the wild things live.
I used to be
So beautiful
And now whenever I look
My face is all crinkled up
And soggy beyond repair
And my heart feels
So
Heavy
Are you alone?
Are you cold?
Are you empty?
Are you sad, confused, worthless and angry?
Are you frustrated?
Are you scared?
Scared of the world, your future success,
Dear God, give me guidance
Please just take this walk with me
For I've lost sight of you, and the Devil is all I see.
Lord, I'd rather be blind
Than witness nothing other than lies.
Teaching her that if she doesn’t love Jesus-Live Jesus, She’ll burn in hellAnd that if it’s not your way, It’s no way. That you don’t want her if she messes upIt ain’t gonna help her when she’s pregnant
Dark, unsure where I was going
scared from not knowing
which way up the stream of life I was rowing
constantly mowning from sickness, my mom is a witness
no money to buy food but plenty to get drunk with
Your out of line
And God said to get out of line.
Are you too blind?
You are no longer bound
Bound by material things!
Yet tears come to your eyes,
Cause your soul is dyed.
Can I wisp over the mountains,
Like the thin streams of mist?
Might I whistle through the pines,
With the wind's quiet hiss?
What was it you were thinking?That fateful day you leapt,out of those burning towers,as we all looked on... and wept.
Now I could just leave you out of the listthat I madeof princessesOr decide to giveyour princess to youas an ironic thinglike saying,here ‘princess’you self-righteous brat
It's the beauty all around, that calls sweetly to deaf ears. Persisting that it's presence be found, but not many hear. A voice melodic, story hypnotic, with love and sadness intermingled. Eternal love and freedom began with strife.
I stopped talking to godwhen I was 15because your eyes seemed softerthan oak church pews.
For it is not I that speaks of love,
It is not I that vocalizes the words in a praise or hums to a song.
The creation of this earth was not by my hands or the living creatures scattered on this planet.
I peer into your eyes,they quaver and fillbig, somber: greenthey overflow and spill. The tears thunder down your cheekslike the towers in the daythey crash and they screamfaster than anyone can pray. Your flushed cheeks utter gaspsof horror and pa
At five years old, I hardly understood
The tragedy that had just occurred.
I vaguely remember my kindergarten teacher
Frantically racing from one room to another
Desperately trying to gather information
There is no taste
There is no sight
There is no smell
There is only light
I do not sleep
Nor do I awake
I sit, I wonder
I'm lost in these rivers of peace, Hope swelling and gushing through every pore within me, Love dragging me down in the currents. When His grace oh the unfailing grace sends me drifting up to the shore, And who awaits me there?
I search for you.
Stumbling, crawling, in the unforgiving dark,
With no map, no light to guide me home,
I am simply a fool refusing to admit she’s alone,
Eventually I stop and just sit,
I used to believe in 11:11 wishes,
Used to dream of midnight kisses,
I believed in these things and much more,
But all that was in a time long, long, before,
Before the boy ripped at my chest,
Not A Fan
By: Riley Zopp
Existing only in the stands
Artificial, incompetent, an imitation
I want to be used to help our Nation
I want to sleep...I really do. He's calling just beyond the avenue. Tight curb, love in the low life suburbs. Patiently waiting for me.Sich schminken to hide a brutally gentle tide.
Hail Mary, full of grace
Keep me safe in your embrace
When did life become this race
of who could wear the shortest skirts
and tightest shirts
He rose again, to raise me up.His light was sufficient;His source was illuminated. Spectrums exposed in between tree leavesFocusing on every point of the Earth;Every being, every chloroplast, every poreSoaked up His life. Th
A man came from His throne to give life to those who should've been left alone
The Light of the World that some had never even known
A Father giving up His only child to a planet so lost
i am a selfish being, with words that amount to nothing but space.in between the lines you will find i am a crack within the human race.and for so long i begged for you to speak loud enough to hear.
Momma, don't you feel the water?
The water that drips all day?
Momma, it pours harder,
It will not go away,
I haven't read the Bible,
Don't recall the date,
But it's when I was stronger,
Gambling is a sin, so never begin,
Money madness makes it more maniacal,
Stacks against itself the odds of real success,
It should see it’s blessed, learn to rest well,
Don’t send yourself to hell,
Feeling ashamed of what i have become
Not wanting to look back to my past
running away from the only light there is
stuck in darkness and not wanting to get out
finding a savior is my only option
Welcome to the lost city, a gathering place for broken souls everyone is lonely here but that seems to be the path we were bound to go, but oh no, we will never let it show, ask us how we are doing and we will say we're good to go.
With dirty hands and a torn up heart
I kneel, waiting for good-bye
Instead, I see tears in Your eyes,
And welcoming, outstretched arms.
I hear Your cries,
"Come back to me my child,
"My Beloved!"
Happiness for eternity
Fly up where Angel's sing
Or down with Satan
With pain worse than death can bring
Salvation I choose
For I cannot live without
Devil taunts me
Life is hard,
it is a battlefield.
I’ve had cannons balls thrown at me,
but I kept going
wanting to make my family proud
You.You think you want me outta your life?We both know that's a lie.Sure I'll give some space to fly.But without me long, you die.This is our complicated relationship. Face it.
You.You think I don't know you,But you are as wrong as hell.You, I know all too well.This is true you can tell.I don't need to speak the obvious,The hidden person beneath the mask is you.
It starts with a bang that goes around my head
as I try to work hard and get my daily bread
but I'm mislead as my face soon turns red
In a church, in a house, in a town, in a state
We are just visitors no matter how long we stay.
And when they start to ask questions, we pull away.
We know that they won’t understand us, no matter what they say.
You got me thinking
Of what’s out there and what’s inside
You got me thinking
Of how we came to be alive
You got me thinking
Of whether we contain a soul
You got me thinking
My body is weak,
my mind is strong
determination will peak
at the highest throng
Pushing and weaving through the crowd
praying someone will be kind
but everyone is loud
with an unsound mind
They say the walls have ears, isn’t that the truth, cuz I can hear her tears from the other side of this room, from the other side of this wall, yea I can hear it all, see I know how her loneliness her soul consumes, how she must feel so ugly on t
His Harmonica he played, sweet melody, music reached out to me like sun rays, penetrating my skin on a summer day, and I observed from a distance, not too far away, an old man with gray hairs, running down the sides of his face, an old coat he wor
They say mirrors don’t lie, but do they tell the whole truth? Can they see the inside, do they reflect the real you?
A princess once asked,
“Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”
The mirror replies,
It’s a thick pain coming from within my chest, my heart is crying out, wanting this torment to end, my womanhood I defend, as I feel the lump in my breast, as my fingertips I press against, the reason for my stress, and depressed is not the word,
I inhale, Smoke fills my lungs.
Leaving behind a bitter sweet taste on my tongue.
Bitter poison but sweet relaxation. Absorbing into my bloodstream my own condemnation. I try to fight it, but too strong is the temptation
Indifference blinds my generation with ignorance, it’s a lack of concern, of attention and lack of interest, for other people, for life, and for God in every sense.
This is a message to my generation; it seems we’re falling into condemnation, subtly but surely losing our concentration, losing our determination to seek God and witness His manifestation in our lives, too busy with our infatuation with TV, video
In a field full of dandelions, you grab me and say "love me or love me not",
you throw a long stemmed flower at me and questionably ask "lets see!?".
As I pick through the petals and I jokingly shout "love you not!!",
Rolling, forested terrain hides lights from d i s t a n t estates.
Vivid, powerful stars reign above.
A moonlit garden leads to a grove of trees, rustling with the night breeze. It seems to
When the others shut their eyes, I kept mine open.
I thought about what it would be like to be minuscule, to climb on the statues in church.
I thought about what could happen to make me stop kneeling.
I always knew I was
God, what I really need to confess is this...
It's all the things that I have planned that I can't afford to miss
When times get hard and days are rough
I must confess, sometimes you aren't enough.
God made us even,
He says we're all the same,
He tells us to love another,
Each and every passing day.
Soul Inflicted,
By a bittersweet Christian.
Exchanging all good for the Sinful Addiction.
Try to do right, but their world is still Sink-ing,
Not knowing that all they have to do is just give-in.
Jesus is my hero,
My hope,
My Heavenly Father.
Jesus is my love,
My life,
My Living Water.
Jesus is my passion,
My patience,
My Prince of Peace.
I have a voice.
I have a voice that often toys with the idea of being loud,
and like chips ahoy, which turned out to be cookies instead of chips,
I’d expose my past shyness as simply a decoy.
You are there for me when I am crying,
And in you I console.
You support me in my time of need,
When I require reassurance.
You comfort me in my tragedies,
When I can’t find another friend.
If I could ask one question of my Lord
How would I pick from all I do not know?
What is the meaning behind His Word?
If I could ask one question of my Lord
How did he think to create the world?
Clandestinely cascading--
The entire, pitiful, centerfold
That I consider to be a sympathetic heart
Thought I could make it without you
Thought I would be ok
Going at it alone
Started my journey out into the world
But things got hard
With no friends or family by my side
I broke down
the rich fighting fish finds its reflection,
like a brother’s forked electrical outlet
that sent vibrations down his asking arm.
we have it all but find ourselves unsatisfied.
I could not imagine life without you;
Though I never see you, I know your still there.
In my heart I can feel you,
My soul aches for your loving care.
I don't know if I will ever be able to
describe you in the way I truly experience
you.
When I think of you, I lose the words.
I can only feel them. I know you aren't meant
for me.
What if the harmony of saints and sinners /
Broke in moments o’er passing of bread? /
Temporal and shallow, this generation envisage /
Martyrdom, not white but red /
Do not run.
Walk.
Do not yell.
Talk.
These somber expressions
They haunt me
my nights,
to make perfect impressions,
to have the right opinion,
the right clothes, the right smile,
This world gives me a feeling of starkness
So many places growing with darkness
Setting that place on fire
Cause Lord need for you is dire
It's so dark they're becoming blind
I was once lost,
Unnoticed in the crowd,
Never knew who I was,
But now I am found.
I was floating through the days
Wondering where I would go,
My soul was in a haze
But you brought me home.
A being but not of flesh
He is existence
He is truth
He is all
The melody he sings
Graces the ears
Like honey the tongue
A fresh current sprung
Spreading, reaching, growing, flowing—unheard
He holds my heart within his hands
Bending, Molding, all to plan
Sometimes it hurts, but he always works.
The black is now out of my heart, leaving a hole for a new start
I feel all empty, sad and alone
Your love for me is everlasting, second chances only you are casting
Seeking for love all I got was lust, as time past my heart will rust
Despite my past you are still grasping, unto me while I was still dancing
With Christ by my side,
I will find my home.
As long as he is in my heart,
I shall never be alone.
With a new school year, a new start, but friends depart.
And we’ve led our whole lives together, but suddenly we’re taking different paths from each other.
A book of an aunt
Who no longer is here
Turn the pages
Listen
Do you hear them cry?
Torn and worn down but still prized most
This book that is broken
It tells a tale of sleeping beauty and her prince
There is something inside of
each of our
souls-
this desire
for the things
that will destroy
us.
We crave to
behave
in ways that leave
scars.
I’d give anything to see you face.
King of Kings, I can’t believe you took my place.
It’s just by grace, that I can stand here and share my faith.
Cuz all the praise belongs to the son. The cause of battles won
