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Refresh me Holy Spirit with your Love, Peace, and Healing.
Help me to reach out to all that are hurting, and suffering.
For as much as you have blessed me here on the earth.
I need to bless others , for there is not one that does not need you.
For we all need you, your Salvation and Grace as well my God.
For only you can save us, from the sins, anger, and hate we stuck in.
Only through you can we totally Love others unconditionally.
For its only human nature to love those that loves us and hate our enemies.
But with the knowledge of our brokenness and seeing how you love us.
Can we start to love others with same powerful love given to us.
  Mar 2016 Gaffer
Jaiden
I'm so tired...
I'm tired of sleepless nights
In tired of hurting so badly
I'm tired of crying every single day
I'm tired of wanting to just cry
I'm tired of the pain
I'm tired of not saying I love you
I'm tired of not sleeping next to you
I'm tired of wanting to cut again
I haven't in 2 years but I need a release
I'm tired of wanting to drink every night
I'm tired of not having you
I'm so tired...
It's all killing me
Its all making it worse
I just want it to go away
I want it to stop
I'm so ******* tired of the pain!
Every broken piece of my heart finds a new way to break every **** day!
I'm tired of it!!
Gaffer Mar 2016
The blade cut deep
She died laughing
Death was a relief
Unlike her life
Riddled with betrayal
He noticed no blood flowing from her hateful body
He was always sure she was bloodless
She certainly lacked all human feeling
But even a ***** like her would possess some blood
He bent down to check just as she was rising
Something in his brain registered
Sudden disbelief, sudden shock
Words in mouth froze
As total shock shook his entire being
The knife entered his neck
Spurting blood in all directions
His fingers tried to stem the flow
She watched him
Fascinated at the pattern he was painting
So strange she thought
He always said she was the bloodless ******.
Gaffer Mar 2016
You’re probably wondering why I’m phoning you.
It’s a hello call.
Not exactly.
You’re having a lesbian baby.
No, but I am single again.
Don’t tell me you dumped that man woman.
Mary was the love of my life.
She was a brute, she would give tarzan a run for his money.
Never mind that, do you remember when I was finding myself.
Remember it well, I was entering, you said, I think I’m a lesbian.
I know, it was bad timing, but you taught me a lot.
So I did, my Cv now reads, think you’re straight, I’ll change that.
How would you like to do it again.
Okay, you’re beginning to worry me now.
No, I realise you can turn people, you have a gift.
What do you want to turn into.
I want to be a straight lesbian, sort of.
I would love to help, but I’m in a relationship.
That’s okay, I can wait a week or two.
That’s quite funny, see, only lesbians could make jokes like that.
I know, I think you can relesbianise me.
Are you on drugs or something.
No, I liked being in bed with you, you never done anything for me, but I appreciated the effort.
Gee thanks, I’ll update my Cv. Think you're straight, I’ll change that, you’ll be a lesbian tomorrow, with straight tendencies.
See, that’s what I like about you, you’re never bitter. You did say it was a battle to get me into bed, now I’m offering myself on a plate.
I appreciate that, but how does this make you a reborn lesbian.
That’s simple, I won't enjoy it with you, then I’ll realise what I’m missing.
Do you mean you’ll fake it.
Yes, but you won’t know.
I won’t.
No, I’ll dress provocatively and make all the usual noises.
I knew this would happen someday, the twilight zone would come along and take me away to a place where fairies would serenade me with
tea and biscuits. Okay, just realised, thats an old folks home.
Okay girl, let’s get faking.
Gaffer Mar 2016
It’s three in the morning
The whisky bottle stares, daring
The calm night screams
Death haunt memories unbury
Unravelling faces long dead
But seeking answers
The sacrificed
That’s what we called them
Left behind
For the greater good
Our greater good
Like we shot you with betrayal
That would be mercy
Your screams then
Like your screams now
Awake us like a knife to the chest
We hide the guilt
Create hero status on your behalf
Bestow greatness on your forgotten souls
Hide in the dead of night
Praying deep graves stay closed
It’s three in the morning
The whisky bottle stares, daring
Restless sleep fights the night drowning
The new day brings change
Fear gone
For at least another year.
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