I can remember from childhood
Was the night of that terrible fever
My bed was a plank
Wooden under my spongey bones
My sharp breaths hit my body
From an invisible assailant
Spiked blows to my mattress
That pierced my flesh clean
And punched wind right through my blankets
Then came the hoods
Surrounded my bed in inky blackness
They blotted out the stars
And smothered my night light
Even a young child would
Expect death after such a vision
Only one last shaky breath left
I was almost certain
Then it appeared
Almost angry and fearsome
My fair golden haired champion
A brilliant figure dazzling light
It punctured that dark shroud
Shred it to absolute pieces
And restored me
Back to this life
Tomorrow's another day, another ful of
Hope. Another day to share love, show kindness
In this world there's too much hate--we need to
Spread love and kindness and
Show our children that we're in this together!
Our world needs us; we
Need our world!
Gather everyone you love and
And listen to music!! All different
Varieties of music---
Every kind-- MUSIC is LIFE!
Doing good, showing kindness, and
Much more is what we need in this world.
Yesterday is just a day
Longing to bring peace to this world.
In life, it's to short to worry and
Forever is so for a way, just breathe
Everyday and show love!
Written from my heart as it came to me.
Music is the best!!
Peace and Love
my sophomore year of high school
i found God
i found Him in achy bones and ink-stained fingertips
i found Him in late night sobs
and screaming into my pillow
i found Him in grieving
and trying to love again
i found Him in trust issues
and fragile emotional states
i found Him in brokenness beyond repair
God uses the broken, the hurt, the weary
God uses me.
By Arcassin Burnham
You better watch your back through the
the boys aren't in town so just sit,
take a seat,
and watch the horrors that await you,
choose something to serenade you,
don't give into critics that will bomb and then
find fate then confront it putting all you have
into a little canister of faith,
they'll imitate what you say,
they'll spit it back in your face,
they'll take a slice of your cake,
you have to be strong in this situation,
have to be brave,
So I put up with it,
I put up with it til there's nothing left,
I went to bed one night and regretly smelled the
Painkillers and an aspirin just to cleanse the
Until I realized that my old soul was just getting old.
She was a different type of princess.
For all her monsters were inside her mind.
And no charming
was brave enough
to face those beasts.
she had to teach herself,
that, "being saved"
Engulfed by flame
Delicate and abundant
Now charred black
Brittle and sparse
Cradled in arms of patience
A treasure hidden from sight
Love stained tears multiply
He crumbles to the ground
Feathers of the fallen
Are carried in the breeze