No matter the mood,
when you walked in,
spirits were lifted.
You were a light—
truly gifted.
A friend we could always count on,
a protector, a great son.
Your energy was contagious,
your laughter still echoes
in the memories we hold close,
carried in every smile
you left on so many faces.
Always upbeat,
even when days were heavy,
you reminded us how to smile,
how to live in the moment.
We love you
for loving us so genuinely.
Do you see
how many lives you touched so joyfully?
That sweet spirit,
now resting peacefully—
we carry you with us.
We love you, Keeyon.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 8:49 PM UTC
If I could cry a river, I’m sure you would drown,
if I opened the door, you’d see a world upside down.
If you knew the place where I sit and I think,
you’d pull up a chair and pour yourself a stiff drink.
If you heard what I don’t say out loud,
how silence can roar, how quiet is loud,
you’d smile like it’s simple, say that’s just life,
then step away gently, avoiding the knife.
If you felt the weight of the hours I wear,
the nights that collect in the back of a prayer,
you’d loosen your laughter, soften your tone,
and learn some battles are fought alone.
If you knew the honesty behind the words,
how truth comes fractured, shaken, and blurred,
you’d stop trying to fix, to frame, to explain,
and sit with the storm instead of the rain.
I don’t need a savior, I don’t need a crown,
I don’t need you to swim if I’m going to drown.
Just don’t swallow the silence and call it the same
some doors open inward, some pain has no name.
You don't need Mountains to crush a broken heart,
their weight decides where endings will start.
Sometimes they lead you to the end,
sometimes to where beginnings they bend.
The words inside run far too deep,
deeper than ink was meant to keep
for what is written on the page
is only echo, not the cage.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 4:16 AM UTC
Lord, I don’t like the way I feel,
But I can and I will be healed
According to Your will—
Signed and sealed
With a kiss.
It’s there for us — we can’t miss.
Do you dare to be revealed?
Take up your cross, and be healed.
To walk with Jesus is a gift of freedom.
We may wander through some ragged fields,
Climbing up and over hills,
Wondering… how come?
But hope steers our bold confidence,
So in the valleys and the hills,
Eternal life is what we’re promised.
Don’t forget the new covenant, if you will.
Rest your souls — Jesus is near.
For you, and you —
Without a doubt.
Where are you now?
Pick up your sword, let your heart be moved.
Hold on to your faith — He’s bringing you out.
Out of pain and into the light.
We are not of this world;
This isn’t our battle to fight.
Jesus…
The Way, the Truth, and the Life.
Here is salvation — He’s already paid the price.
And through Him, we can do all things.
Let everyone sing praise to His name!
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 8:09 AM UTC
A lonely flower
in the wind
Dancing to its tune
stays confident
boasting strength
Though bent
but never broken
stands rooted in silence
teaching courage
even to the storm
so fierce
Like a fire in bloom
Yet a flower so tender!!
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 2:51 AM UTC
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The tears of a rose
Will soak and stain
They're from her heart
They're stored up rain
They come from heaven
To flow down thorns
They sing in screams
From her lips torn
They can be acid
To burn the bloom
They can be crystal
Reflecting moons
The rose will open
In dead of night
The tears from petals
Refract the light
They cascade down
Drop from the leaves
For her soul
She sits and grieves
For her soul
The drops fall down
They feed her roots
Under the ground
They bring her back
The legend goes
There's healing in
Tears of a rose
SøułSurvivør
Reposted 1/2026
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 7:44 AM UTC
I want to tell a story,
Based on my life
And the times I spent lonely.
When you are the light
In an array of stormy,
Or have peace
When things are gory —
That’s when you’ll know
To tell your story.
Because the times I spent lonely
Became the most cherished moments,
As I bonded
With He who is Holy.
To know God is to have life,
A life that represents
His indescribable kindness.
It will shine through you
In ways I’m still exploring.
Let’s not take for granted
“The boring,”
For it’s in these moments
The Lord does His restoring.
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 9:42 PM UTC
No matter the mood,
when you walked in,
spirits were lifted.
You were a light—
truly gifted.
A friend we could always count on,
a protector, a great son.
Your energy was contagious,
your laughter still echoes
in the memories we hold close,
carried in every smile
you left on so many faces.
Always upbeat,
even when days were heavy,
you reminded us how to smile,
how to live in the moment.
We love you
for loving us so genuinely.
Do you see
how many lives you touched so joyfully?
That sweet spirit,
now resting peacefully—
we carry you with us.
We love you, Keeyon.
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 12:14 PM UTC
So I’m the newbie,
May Jesus be seen in me.
You can’t even fathom what I see—
The aligning of all seeds.
Sown by me?
Well, gifts handed to me.
Psalm 23,
That **** 23…
Oh, you’ve made it clear to me.
Like David,
I lead blindly while running.
Ugh,
The beauty of surrendering—
Yielding…
Stop right there!
The saving from the fowler’s snare,
Have I forgotten such a fact?
Yeah, okay, now I see.
Lord, have your way with me,
I made that pact
After failing frequently.
Oh, and don’t worry about me—
I traded my plans for peace.
God’s got me
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 4:46 PM UTC
I wonder if you think about me as much as I think of you.
If I cross your mind in the dead of night.
If I creep into your dreams and if you wake up to my face in the front of your mind.
I wonder if you think of me when someone speaks my name, or if you can pass the letters over your lips without them quivering.
If you look over at your passenger seat as the sun sets and glimpse my smile.
If you recall all the memories we shared and hold them as close as I.
I wonder if you pass by someone on the street and question for a second if it’s me, if you hoped for a moment that it was.
If you miss the warmth in your hand where mine would me.
I wonder if your lips miss the familiar taste of mine, if you miss the presence of my body laying beside yours.
I wonder if you ever think to call or text, to send a letter to the girl you made a mess.
I wonder if I still mean something...anything, to you, or if I ever did at all.
Because you were everything to me.
I see you in everything I do, everywhere I go, because I miss it all, I miss you.
And I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you needed.
I’m sorry...
But I needed you too,
And you left.
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 3:31 AM UTC
Give her a wink,
give her a nudge—
remind her You alone are her judge,
and no opinion of another
can make her budge.
When this truth settled in me,
it brought such relief;
and I know it will bring her
twice the peace.
From the goodness of her heart,
she tends to people-please—
yet she is still allowed boundaries.
And if the ones you long to please
can’t see the sacrifices you make,
may you dust your shoes, and
shift your light with ease.
You shine so bright, genuinely.
It reveals impurities,
intimidates the wanna-bees, and
only few will recognize the beauty
flowing from Galilee.
Gee—
what a woman to be—
overflowing with potential
and profound capacity.
Let no one limit her possibilities,
her depth,
her personality,
or the life breathed from thee.
She wears many hats,
woven together with grace—
multitasking
into the very change
she longs to see.
She cherishes freedom
and individuality;
a role model she will always be.
The kind of woman
who soothes your soul in catastrophe—
stillness,
tranquility.
The Spirit dwells within her body:
bold, strong-willed,
resilient,
alive through every rise and fall—
yet still radiant.
Her laughter,
her childlike joy in making friends,
her way embracing connection.
Her company is welcoming,
solid ground,
a place of refuge for me.
She is the best friend to me.
Nurturing, life-giving,
clothed in strength and dignity,
a woman of integrity.
I see it all.
And I strive to be half the woman
she has been to me.
So blessed am I
to have a mother as stunning as she.
Lynnie B
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 1:03 AM UTC