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alice-smith
alice-smith
Unedited ramblings. / / Follower of the Almighty God.
It is better by far To be held by the one Who has loved you Before the creation of the very first star. To be with Him, It makes sense that On some dangerous whim I lay my sleeping clothes out flat. Oh how I long for that release The day when, with gentle ease My body falls into the fatal sleep. On that day I will no longer weep. Welcomed home by my loving Father By whom a place has been set There's no place I'd rather Be than with Him who gives eternal rest And tasted death That mine might taste sweet.
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Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC
Gone to be with him, which is better by far
You'll envy every bit of unblemished skin You see on those without it. You'll wonder why you never seem to win. You think you're well, but you're falling into a pit. You'll cry more tears than ever. You'll cry as if everyday you've lost, And sometimes it feels like you'll never Cry again. You'll count the cost Of living When so tired of giving You'll slip away, Vowing to not see the next day. They'll tell you of all the pain It will bring to them When your tears fall like rain You'll be too numb To think of anything else But the road to your death You'll see your belts And wish they would take away your breath You'll lose, you'll gain, You'll forget who you were.
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Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
What They Don't Tell You About This Disorder
The ticking behind me is an irregular constant Reminding me that i'm not well Reminding me that they're after me Reminding me of past sin Current sin no good god could forgive Sin so damaging "He's coming back again" The words have always haunted you They slip through the cracks of paranoia In your sick mind It's all empty She'll never love You Nobody should care, but they do Don't you wake up knowing He loves you? Everyday, i wish i could say yes But it feels like my brain is being torn apart Where's your head at, you liar! You sick ******* high at church How could a Just One love me? Make me fall on my knees? You'd better punish yourself So He doesn't have to Too late, He'll whip your *** Get ready for a pounding
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Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 8:19 AM UTC
How to get rid of a high:
To whom else shall I shout praises? To whom else shall I give my soul? In my cries of desperation and in the throes of agony I shall bow to none but you O Lord! For you have made me, loved me You alone have saved me from the pain of Satan's grasp You have freed me. There is none but you Lord who gives life to the roaring ocean Your majesty is proven in the crashing waves. There is nowhere to hide from the majesty of the Lord His gracious arm reaches all even those who cry none are spared from His glory.
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 4:21 AM UTC
Praise Him
Sometimes I wish a planet would crash right into this godforsaken world. I wouldn't flinch, I wouldn't thrash knowing that around my heart, your hands are curled. Sometimes I wish we could just nuke each other to oblivion . It wouldn't hurt A flash, I wouldn't have the chance to puke as finally we would be buried in the dirt. Sometimes I wish your loving hand would come and take us away. Sometimes I wish He would come again. Lord, please come again, For I resent being made from my clay. I wouldn't have to hide, I wouldn't have to see the tears of the broken-hearted. For too long I have cried, But the time has come for me to join the departed.
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
Meteor
Thick, shimmering dew Cold in my hands Sweet and sticky on my tongue The nectar goes down, The voice comes up Vision gets foggy Mind gets s/l/o/w before the liquid is spewed out! my tongue is quick She's a sweet lover Our dance goes round again
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
Drink up
I don't know when my depression started. Maybe it was the weeks on end spent in bed, Or maybe it was the desperate wish to sleep forever. Maybe it was the day spent thinking I'd be better off dead, Or maybe it was the apathy towards every part of life. Maybe it started with the cuts on my legs, Or maybe it started with the desire to open my veins. It might have started with her death, or perhaps even the burgeoning concept of mortality. It might have begun earlier, who knows? Maybe it was when they threw me down and took the air from my lungs. My brain began to understand how hopeless the struggle is, How pointless it is to try and stop it, to control your own life. I don't know when my depression started, But it feels like it's been with me a lifetime. It's hard to tell when the numbness hangs around like a fog, Never gives up, calling me towards the relief of death, Tempts me to despair, Telling me of the futility of life, and the guilt within. I don't know when I began waking up each morning Only for the sake of others Lamenting that I had survived the night. I don't know when death became easier than life. But I know one thing, I have hope. I trust that the Lord will take me safely home.
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 1:09 AM UTC
I don't know
When they talk to me it's all "Walk off that cliff" And "Go towards the light of the train" They never leave me. Even when I'm "My hope is in the Lord"-ing Talking, They're convincing, Inciting me to violence. "You know they're trying to poison you" Them and their drugs But when the voices tell me that they're going to **** me I smile And welcome them Even though my heart beats faster Perhaps it's because I know I will soon see His face.
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May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 5:10 AM UTC
Violent Voices
Standing on the edge I breathe in the air. To walk to my death is my pledge, You're the only one who can care. Lying on the hot sand I must admit that I am Sick. I bow to the will of your hand. Could this be some hateful trick? Lying there, I can't move. I don't know how to continue. But you, in your kindness show me His great love. Perhaps this will bring something new. In His love, He gave us the ocean. In His love, He sent his only to die. For us, He has a great plan, One day we will no longer cry.
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May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 4:23 AM UTC
His Great Love in Ocean Days
When you sit and stroke my hand Your voice is louder than the ones in my head. Your touch is soft, Your words comfort and love. Our bodies intertwined in the fresh of rain, You tell me to breathe it in. "Breathe slowly" you want me to smell the earthy rain. That way I can know that you're real. We sit, you guide me through the pain, And afterwards, in devotion and petition to our God we kneel. We both know He's the only one who can heal. Tell me you love me. And through the ocean in my eyes, I'll tell you the same. We'll think about how great life could be, And we'll praise His holy name.
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
The Voices Come in Waves (You Can Save)