01:52 am
have you ever asked yourself like why you so lonely?
01:53 am
or empty?
that maybe you give too much of your essence to people and never leave any of you for yourself
01:55 am
i know i do
02:05 am
and like that's maybe why i get so attached to humans
*because in them,
i find myself*
02:07 am
i need to change, because things shouldn't be this way
02:10 am
but it's hard sometimes you know, when most days you don't leave the house because you feel unworthy of the space you take up
02:16 am
so you'd much rather disintegrate into soil because you've become all too familiar with people stepping over you and admiring the outcome of your beauty but never the roots of your pain
02:19 am
i spend so much effort watering people in order for them to grow and hardly get enough sun shine to feed my own soul
02:25 am
because i don't know how to do anything else but care for everyone but myself
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
Looking through the windows to the times that were my past
You blink and they're forgotten, they leave our mind so fast
Remember when you knew every program on tv
How you knew what time they started from noon till almost three
You knew each player on each team in every league there was
But now you know you know no one and the reason is because
We've gotten older, times are tough, our priorities have changed
We can remember all these things again, if we'd only rearrange
We look back and admire how things were simple then
How we'd like to go back there in time and do it all again
There've been improvements to our life since, but none that would mean more
Than getting up and looking outside and finding fresh bread at your door.
Folks our age miss the fifties and the sixties and the joys that they did bring
We can't stand todays new music, these new bands can barely sing
But if you listen close it's funny, it's not just us that miss the past
Look at retro nights for eighties bands, they've sprung up really fast
Our kids think going backwards might be better somehow too
So, while you may not talk about it, they think the same as you
Remember when the Beatles came and burst upon the scene
Now, our grandkids like their music, they're the best that's ever been
Nostalgia is emotional and I don't think it's a craze
We all have got a reason for going to those days
It might be just a teacher, how they treated you in school
It might be for your self esteem, back then you were real cool
But, whatever is the reason, we're here now, that's a fact
But we have a sure fire method that;s sure to take us back
Listen to some music, look at old time photographs
You'll be taken back in time again to where you had some laughs
A simple scent might set you free and move you forty years
It might just be so strong that it would bring you right to tears
So, take some time and ruminate on what it means to you
You can travel back in time each day to nineteen sixty two
Just keep your feet here, planted firmly on the ground
Or they'll lock you up forever more, because your mind it is not sound
Now, I'm off on a small journey, I won't be gone for long
I hear Captain Fantastic starting up by Elton John.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 9:10 AM UTC
When you know that life and death are one
And nothing in the space divides;
You realize that you're all alone
There's no place you can run and hide.
Your faults and sins are all your own
You choose to feed which way they grow
Good or bad, what become
Inside, you hold the blame, you know.
You would not, could not dare believe
That life is all it seems to be;
Some higher purpose intertwined
Has built the hope and faith in me.
How could one see the purple haze
As sun retires to the night
Without knowing God is there
And He will aid me in this fight.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
Every legend begins with a truth
I've often heard it said
And it makes me start to wonder
About all the things I've read.
Did Merlin really exist?
Does magic live out there
And if it does
I wonder where.
Atlantians may have acclimated
In the ocean depths where they abide.
They've learned to live and breathe
In the waters where they reside.
Maybe there's a whole new civilization
Down on the ocean floor
Where Neptune ad all the mermaids live,
Those fantasies we adore.
Every eye-drawing man I see
I'm beginning to speculate
Could it his werewolf blood
That doubles my heart rate?
That **** specimen of magnificent man
Does he change when day becomes night?
Does he thrive on the feels of adrenalin
Or how easy he can cause fright.
Does he run in a pack when the moon is full
Does he lure women to his bed
What determines our strength of will?
That tiny human thread.
In the dark of night across the crowd
His eyes lock onto me;
And though I long to pull away
He's all that I can see.
I see the tiny point of fangs
As he leads us to solitude
And I feel the rush of adrenalin
As sure as I feel the doom.
****** awake by the vivid dreams
The memories begin to flood,
But reality quickly opens my eyes
When I see the drops of blood.
There are predators out there in the streets
Not all the human kind,
And fear of what we don't understand
Encourages us to be blind.
Those things that terrify us
The predator in the night;
We are so foolish to assume
They're not there in the light.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
When the son said "Father
What must I do'
I'll do it no matter the cost."
The Father replied,
"There's only one thing to do
You must follow the road to the cross."
Mocked and scorned and beaten
He gave his life
For the lost;
He did not wish to go
But he followed the road to the cross.
The way to the cross isn't easy
It's narrow and it's straight;
But it's a road that must be taken
If we're to enter Heaven's gate.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
When pain hits
When its aim is you
Aiming to knock the wind out of you
Trying to devour you
me
When the hand of betrayal suffocates you
me
When you cant scream
Trying to hold your composure
When you cant cry, cause crying would be too weak
And all the strength you thought you had is fleeting
Your heart grows weary
Fluttering, gasping...
Beep beeping...
When pain is you
Me.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
Its the season to be jolly
Its a feeling in the air
The desire to give, to spend, to share
To eat - drink and be Merry.
You call it, I call it , we call it the “Spirit of Christmas”
But what is this christmas spirit?
Where is the ‘holy’ in the spirit of christmas?
I ponder, I question
Where is the christ in Christmas?
Where is the real Christ in Christmas?
Do you know?
Someone once told me
Its the precious gift from Heaven
Given many years ago, She said;
Long time ago in the Bethlehem so the Holy Bible say
….Something about ‘christmas day’
So I ponder where is the ‘Real Christ’ in this Christmas day
Oh! someone’s gonna be upset!
Its a pagan tradition that the church adopted!
I pose this question, did you adopt it
to celebrate it, the way the pagans do?!
Did you?
I hear an objection
I see it on your faces...
You say its the celebration of the birth of our King
Should the celebration be subjected to just one day,
one month?
I don't want to stay too long
But, its just that I have some much to say
Jesus the son of God
was birthed, to live, die
for You and I.
Do we only reflect on his death on easter day?
So why should his birth be any other way?!
I pose this to you…
If it had not been for his birth.
would there have been the shedding of the blood?
He was given freely, but with cause
For God so loved the world that He gave
El dio, ll a donne, He gave, He gifted his only son
So where is the Real Christ in Christmas?
Its not the tree, the pepper lights
Its not what you can buy
Thats is not what Christmas is OR should be for us
No! it not, what you can get, its not even what you can give
Its the reflection, homage to the birth of our King
I have stated my points
I have a final suggestion
Look within and ask one question
What does Christ in Christmas mean to you?
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
Look within and realize why we’re living.
We are children of the kingdom
We live to worship our King
Worship not our spouse, the car nor the house
Worship not intellectually
Worship spiritually
Worship His divinity
If we were of the world, the world would love its own
But because we are not of the world,
We worship He who sits on the Throne.
We worship Him because His ways are just and good
Because He alone is Majestic. Holy and truly WONDERFUL
See, we are children of the Kingdom
Saved by Amazing Grace
So we worship in spirit and in truth
The author and finisher of our faith
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 2:38 PM UTC
No!
You just don’t understand
I am not a traitor
That is not my intention
I don’t regard myself as being a colour hater
My intentions are good
I only desire to stand out
Not to blend in.
No!
You just don’t understand
They don’t want a filthy raven
But a holy dove
Don’t tell me I’m foolish
For hungering after a look of a few
There are thousands of black masses
But only a few of you
Please just listen
I am uncomfortable, I am tormented
My soul is itchin’ beneath my skin.
Release me from this pain I’m in
No!!
You!
Just!
Don’t!
Understand!!
I do not despise the Race
Just the colour of my Face
In essence my decision will not change
And now before has become after
My face has pealed, 2 months since healed
The attention I once craved, I now wish will go away
Behind my back, I only hear snickers
Sadly this time, my fate I cannot change
So after all, I guess you were right
It was I who didn’t understand
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 11:40 AM UTC
I am here to set up factions that causes separation
I have no regards for your occupation
Pastor or a member of the congregation
I have no respect for time or place,
I am the only one who can separate you from the one above
You may not think so
But I am
The root that causes the other reasons, to let it seem that there are more than one reason.
Well for this reason, I have all the power to use my own reason,
To cause mankind to reason, to reason their own ways and formulate their own beliefs and desires
To use that same reason to teach their offspring’s of more ungrateful acts.
I am just one word, with three letters
Yes, I am that small but yet so BIG
I am Anti –God, I am Anti Christian,
And don’t get me wrong, I am not just against Christians
Because I ****** your babies, 5 years and under
I **** your precious little ****** daughters
I sadomize your cute boys
As I said before I don’t care who or what you are
No matter how long you live,
(Trust Me) I am never far
To some I come sudden, to others, I roll smooth, slick subtle.
To some I am F.U.N, pure pleasure
I am in your music, your movies
I am in your heart, all of it.
I am what I am.
I am disobedience
The retrospect of disrespect
I must complete my mission till your last breath,
Until my death
Til there is nothing left.
Who Am I?
I am S.I.N.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 11:37 AM UTC