if I could replace all the words in every book with your name I would, but no amount of words on a page could ever compare to what your heavenly father calls you: His daughter. His most prized possession. The one who took the nails so that you may live. so dry your tears and dance with Him. for He dances beside you even on your darkest nights.
For my dear friend Kelsie. I love you! God loves you.
i've loved and lost
but i am thankful for the stars that guided my way back to Your heart.
I want to pick you up and carry you in my pocket for the rest of my days. little did I know that you'd be the one to carry me for the rest of my days.
For God, my Redeemer lives.
yesterday I wanted to die.
Today I want to praise God.
my friend in the bottle
took over my life now I’m struggling for my life.
there is no hole big enough to fill the satisfaction of my misery. even my tears overwhelm the ocean from which all life swims. instead i keep my tears locked away in a reservoir where the demons feed off them.
sometimes I want to
tell my heart to be still but I can’t because its beating has become dependent on this crippling anxiety.
how much money would it
take for someone to **** me? how much money would it take for someone to stop my heart so i can be rid of this neverending nightmare? how much money did it take for you to **** me with your toxic love?
i smiled as my final tear
stained the concrete then i pulled the trigger and the world went dark.
the mirror was her friend but all she saw was her ghastly skeletal reflection telling her to put down the food once more.
i hate that I still crave your embrace even after you've beaten up my heart stolen my joy and confiscated my tears i hate that you built a fortress in my heart where your enemies take captive. misandry i think it's time you and I part ways. you're killing me but i can't seem to stay away.
stay close to people who feel like sunlight and run away from those who feel like the moon.
warm bodies ***** ******* poking you as we reach the threshold of ecstasy. I am still. you’re shaking and the world goes black and I awaken
my tears bled like diamonds onto the sidewalk and the sun soaked them up before they had a chance to shine.
You made fun of that poor wretched soul but no amount of makeup could cover up your ****, darkened, mishapened heart.
She was a beautiful disaster
waiting for you to rebuild her.
do you have the courage to believe in love even when your dreams catch fire within your heart? when your vision simply becomes an idea. do you have the courage to love once more?
i am so thankful God took the time to carve your delicate hand into mine so that we may unite as one at the altar.
you're the reason
i can dance between the fire and never get burned. you're the reason that i can say goodbye to the moon and not cry while it's sleeping. you're the reason that i can't spell "I love you" without you.
she spent her entire life chasing diamonds only to realize that her greatest treasure was always beside her whispering in her ear "you're more precious than all the riches of this world."
I am no longer afraid to be a human being to feel the sunshine beat down on my skin to feel the rain soak me to feel the pain of stubbing my toe against the railings to walk barefoot on the cold concrete while dressing my wounds I am afraid of living a life without purpose a life filled only with the selfish desires of my flesh. I am afraid of my soul dying without knowing You.
go forth among the lake and take a sip of My never-ending love for you. quench yourself in the goodness of My lands. and I shall replenish your soul with eternal life.
Even the loneliest traveler Needs a home when the waves Crash on the shore. Even the loneliest traveler Craves the sensual touch Of another human being When the darkness overcast Its grisly shadow. Even the loneliest traveler Needs a touch from God From the top of the hill.
Does the sun miss the moon When it’s sleeping? Does the hand miss the thread? When it’s no longer spinning? Is the child no longer? Dependent on its mother even after he or she reaches adulthood? Is a clock is still a clock Even when it’s not ticking? So tell me how could I Possibly miss the chance To dance with my first love for the rest of my days.
For the brokenhearted, may you confide in Him for whom is the healer of all things.
What a shame That the rose Died before You Got a chance to water it. What a shame That the candle Burned out before You got a chance to light it. I guess that’s The beauty in forgotten love.
I am a flower except my roots and stems have been plucked and my roots drowned beneath my tears until You positioned the sun above the gound from which I grew and my leaves grew from Your love. I'll always be Your flower
I wrapped my heart in discontentment and watched the foxes roam the vineyard until You poked and prodded and left the 99 for me.
God's love is more powerful than I ever thought.
my soul sobbed
when you walked away and left me in the rain that you created with your lies. my soul sobbed for one more touch but you soaked everything and ruined my mascara. my soul sobbed when you walked away and I all I could do was let you.
even in my darkest hour I will still rest upon Your unchanging love for me. I will lie In the pastures and weep with your sheep for You are good to me.
To live by blind
Faith is to Carry the torn veil To the cross. So, God, I come to the alter To sew back the Veil the devil Tried to destroy.
I'm not sure if you're addicted
to my sadness or if I've gotten used to the silence that creeps between us while we sleep but there's something peculiar about the way you breathe. it's enticing so intoxicating that I don't mind crying next to you for a little while longer.
if only we used our tongues
to speak words of beauty rather than to cut someone down like a dagger. the twist of the tongue is a powerful tool. it’s shame you used yours to cut out my heart when all I wanted was to love you.
These shapeless faces don’t have any value until I looked in the mirror. Suddenly, I knew my worth. and so should you.
i froze my tears just in case I might need them again in case you decide to light another fire with your lies. this is the paradox of me and you. like water & oil we forced ourselves to mix. but instead we just floated on top of one another.
Sometimes cutting is
Easier than pretending I’m not hurting. Sometimes cutting is easier Than saying I’m okay When I’m really dying On the inside. Sometimes cutting will lead to a decision I Can’t take back. save me.
how long will you wrap yourself
in jealousy before you let it destroy the soul I tried to rebuild. the lips I once kissed are tainted with the green monster’s poison so I’m left once more to reveal my heart’s contrition for wanting you. now I’m left alone with the remains of what the green monster destroyed. he destroyed your heart but God forbid I let him destroy mine. ***
i kissed a girl
and i liked it. no, i'm not weird. i refuse to conform or for you to label me as inferior for following my heart. i am not some trophy or prize to be showcased to inflate your ego. i am a human being **** it. and i demand to be heard. i don't always cross my legs when i sit. i don't always shave because i am a mammal and mammals have hair and that's okay if i'm being honest i'm tired of the sterotypes of who you want me to be. so i'm gonna be me. like it or not, i'm a human being and i demand to be heard.
Not necessarily a feminist piece but take it as you wish :)
your tears are like
the most expensive perfume known to man. and i cannot get enough. please cry on my shoulders and let me bask myself in your glorious scent for all eternity.
i don't expect you to mend my soul overnight but i do ask that you treat my heart with careful consideration because i don't think i can handle another tear. all i ask is that you proceed with caution and mend my heart. one day at a time.
Color me with
Your beautiful lies So I can watch the Distance between Us grow. Color your lips On mine with Your red lipstick And I’ll watch The sparks fly From within My heart. Color me you And I’ll Earn back the Trust I lost.
i am in prison
but it’s not what you think. there are no bars. no chains. there are no scheduled visitations except for the demons that visit me in my nightmares. and the monsters under the bed That greet me When I wake. Instead, i am imprisoned by my own tumultuous thoughts of anxiety and contrition i am in prison made from my own imaginary friends. and i can’t seem to find release.
I watched you water my petals
Soaking my roots with your love But then the drought came And you left me thirsty. My petals wilting away From your abandonment. And I watched as my soul died In the lonely drought.
I am no poet.
I am simply the product Of my heart’s contrition. My emotions bleed Through my words on a page, But I am no poet.
sometimes i want someone to take the rain
but leave the pain so I can watch my heart slowly die like it was always meant to. but mind you, this is not a suicide note because my soul has already died.
The beauty of walking in the rain is that no one sees you cry. instead, we are just strangers getting water in our eyes.
The day I became a superhero
Was the day I chose To stop loving you Even though my heart Craved your presence. The day I became a superhero Was the day I chose to walk away From your abuse. The day I became a superhero Was learning to love me for the first time.
I chased the stars in my dreams
hoping to see them collide in reality. but only stardust remained when I woke. and I knew, our collision could never emerge from the darkness.
I’m tired of fighting a
Winless battle. I wish I could reverse Time and stop me from being born. But all I have are These pills that can give me The permanent sleep I desire. But then I think of you And flush them out.
Don't worry, I'm okay.
Ain’t it funny how you can love someone
One minute And the next, they’re gone As if they were never there.
If our love was a poem,
I’d frame it and place it Next to the Mona Lisa So that it will live on forever Next to a masterpiece.