Φοβάμαι να σε δω ξαφνικά μπροστά μου, Αμάντα. Θα είναι σαν να γίνεται καταιγισμός από συναισθήματα στο κορμί μου. Θα μυρίσω το άρωμα σου και θα νιώσω πως είμαι στην αγκαλιά σου πάλι, χωρίς να είμαι. θα δω τα μάτια σου και θα θυμηθώ πώς με κοίταγες μετά από κάθε μας φιλί και πως με κοίταξες όταν μου είπες «αντίο». Θα δω την σκιά σου και θα βρεθώ στο στενό που άρχισα να χάνω την ζωή μου καθώς την έβλεπα να απομακρύνεται. Γιατί από την στιγμή που πήρες την καρδία μου μαζί σου, όλες μου οι αναμνήσεις αποτελούνται από σκιές.

The raven is a devilish thing for,
it is said to bring messages that only some people know;
For the raven, he brings death,
only when bad things happen.
If you know what it  says within the message,
you will go down to a place unknown,
filled with darkness, death
within the bowels of hell.
It is a dark, dangerous place, so;
If you see the raven, ignore it,
for it can not haunt you,
or come for you,
in the darkness of night.

She can’t write.
like the tip of her pen is
imprisoned  just inches on that
white sheet drenched with nothingness.

She can’t write.
as if she began to freeze
when she is under
the line where it cuts the globe into half.

She can’t write.
like the words were nowhere near her,
and they ran faster and farther from her.

She can’t write.
as if her words was playing with her
a game of hide-and-seek, and she was it.

And still, she can’t force the words out
like note stuck in a rusty abandoned piano keys.
Restless, she remains hidden in words she can’t find.

Thick
Black
Ink
Oozes out
Seeping from
A warm, dank cavern.

It sticks
Blots
Stains
Spitting
And spurting
Out of control.

It gushes
Floods
From a cruel scowl
Onto pure
White
Cotton sleeves.

The flow will not
Stop
And the white is soon
Stained black by
Malicious
Words.

She always wondered what it would be like to be loved
And not slipped under someone like a glove.
She always dreamed of not being a man’s trophy.
Yes she
Wondered why
No guy
Seemed to truly love her
Enough to stay.
Day by day
She’d think to herself
This may well be the reason her daddy didn’t
Stick around
Long enough to hear the sound
Of her first cry
Because he too knew
Before she was born into the world
Deep down inside,
There was something wrong with this girl.

So she chased every guy who smiled in her directions
You see,
Seeking love was her infection
Passing the shards of her heart
To each ‘brand new start’
Thinking they were the one
Who would put her together again
Yet every encounter left her even more broken
Each ***** gentleman left a token
Of their ‘gratitude’
Which was pain etched on her pieces of heart
Leaving her further away from the start

“What’s wrong with me?
Am I not worthy of love?
Or am I just a girl
Destined to be second in another world?”
She’d cry out.
Then she’d search about for the one.
Yet it never occurred to her to
Seek out The One
Who could truly save her

The One who died on a Calvary Hill
Healed the demon-possessed and the ill.
The One who bled dry to save,
The Ancient of Days,
The Prince of Peace and Lord of Lords.
Yes Jesus the risen Christ,
Who mends hearts and makes them alright.
The one who two thousand plus years
Defeated death
And Is worthy of all praise and cheers.

Then one faithful day they met
Her heart could not believe the love
After so many years of neglect.
The Jesus she always cast aside
Pieced her heart back together
And gave her access to forever,
He cleaned her sin with His blood
And anoints her with His everlasting love.
Yes the broken she
Was now the beloved Princess
Of The Perfect He.

//t.a.b.