At a moment in time some things can change your life momentarily while others can change your life forever. In this case a man is challenged. Do we give up and fall or do we prosper? While things may not be easy do we grow stronger by faith or do we drift off in silence? Why stay quiet when others may have dealt with a similar situation as you? It's not healthy... The lord said accept the ones whose faith is weak, without quarreling over dispute matters. So why not be open? Why not be open to others for They may be blinded? Many Walk by sight and not by faith... We have to bring them in, we have to hold them close; not turn them away. the Lord said thou shall not judge or you too shall be judged. So why do you turn people away and cast them out? None of us are perfect but the man himself. So When we face challenges such as losing a loved one, losing a job, having allegations made to jeopardize you, hypocrites among you speaking hinderously, a sudden sickness or disease... It is Gods intention! For we may not understand why at first, his purpose was always written for each and everyone of us. In time, we will finally understand why certain obstacles were place in our lives.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 6:10 PM UTC
All we have left is our instincts, a powerful bond to either keep us together or tear us apart.
The Outsiders, gotta love them, always quick to stick their heads in. What do they know? Is it something we can see? Destiny or fatality
What we have is something brand new. Do we just give up now or do we walk through? Slowly, Until we reach the other side...
With you, as the love of my life, my handsome groom.
What does your heart tell you right now at this moment?
I want to continue to cherish every moment with you... Of us!
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
Although this is not how I pictured our ending...
Did I picture an ending?
I did..
Except you were the cause of it
Like you are now
But this picture
It hurts
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
Rose petals that linger. Setting a walkway to a romantic room. No, she's not getting married anytime yet. There's a heart on the bed, where they lay as one. Wishing for an eternity.
Sparks in the air from each kiss. It was still remarkable, High School love birds is what they wished for.
College days are done, Elation to getting careers started. But still, something was missing.
A surprise awaited at a dinner party. The day went on, happiness in the air. It was all just a blur till it appeared, a big diamond, sparkling, with white and silver. With shocking reactions all around she was taken back. Gasping for air she cried out yes.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
I think, constantly of you.
I want to continue to take it slow but I barely know if I even have you.
I know, you're definitely my crush.
But please don't waste my time I need to know if I'm at least your type
Conversations, somewhat right.
Your different so I like, gotta see my options because I want to approach you in a different way
Your almost like Burger King, you can have it your way.
I pretty much gave you a leeway
Take advantage of it baby, before it's too late
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 2:45 AM UTC
The voices in my head are extremely loud. I feel so insane because I can't make a sound. Thoughts of being crazy, possibly headed to the asylum now. These voices won't shut up. I get stuck up. I go from 0 to 100, it gets ****** up. Not purposely. I may be bipolar but I could care less, you see. Its up to me to control my mind. But if you think it's that easy, you've been wasting time. Thinking you're perfect? Thinking psychology ain't worth it? I lucked out, timed out, and found out...
We all need help!
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 2:41 AM UTC
I Could Sit Here And Write Poems About You All Day. The Strangest Things Are Always Hidden And The Finest Are Shown. Forever In Love With You And Your Flaws. I Don't Think I Will Ever Be Over You.
Thanks To Our Friendship
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
The voices in my head are extremely loud. I feel so insane because I can hardly make a sound. Thoughts of being crazy, possibly headed to the asylum now. These voices won't shut up. I get stuck up. I go from 0 to 100, it gets ****** up. Not purposely. I may be bipolar but I could care less, you see. Its up to me to control my mind. But if you think it's that easy, you've been wasting time. Thinking you're perfect? Thinking psychology ain't worth it? I lucked out, timed out, and found out...
We all need help!
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
Tired eyes.
Tired of the cries.
Tired of the lies.
Sick of the deciet.
Sick of the defeat.
Taking no for an answer, but I've still been beat.
Less beats to my heart, a slow and rapid start.
The faster it goes as the pain begins to show.
Can't cover it up no more, everything is out.
Wired mouth, cant speak the truth.
Trapped in a box. But I'm slowly gettin loose.
Bull dog, I broke out.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
With you it felt like nothing else mattered. Glass shattered to the ground because I'm grounded. Your fist pounded my face in and after that I knew I was caved in. A new born slave, beaten into my own grave. I never knew you would hit me like this. You say you love me but really you're hurting me, physically and mentally. Mentally Im trapped and I can't fight back. He says I better not tell a soul or I will be seeing my death slow. It seems like there is no way out. Its hard to tell my mother Im in trouble. Physically I am torn. My makeup, to cover the scars and bruises. My heart bruises because Im extremely wounded. Doesnt anyone see that I am hurting? Help me! I drop down on my knees as I pray to my father. I rise and he caught me by surprise. He hit me so hard, he slashes my eye. Blood is leaking everywhere, I'm a new born slave. Wondering why he beats me now, he made a dramatic change. The next day I woke up. Cooking him his breakfast, waiting for him to show up. I feel so ugly inside and out. I let this man abuse me but this can no longer happen. Into the kitchen he comes, while I have my surprise. A frying pan, headed straight for his thighs. I hit him so hard he drops to the floor, I had to knock him out so I hit him once more. Onto his back and then to his head. I thought he was dead and I called 911 instead. I told them I was a victim of abuse. They came in a hurry and they noticed my eye. They sent me to the hospital because I was traumatized. I didnt think I would ever get out. It took me 5 years but Im finally free. According to Gods will, he set me free. And my husband, he's in jail. They sent him with tht big *** knot I put on his face. I am getting a divorce and now I am no longer a new born slave.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC