The moon
Her eyes
Her gaze
The sky

Leather
A hum
Crickets
Fresh air

How is
She here
How did
I find

Her hand
In mine
No more
Goodbyes

Her flash-light beamed,
making shadows crawl on the walls.

She gagged at the overwhelming smell,
trying to investigate what was going on.

Then her knees buckled.
Her stomach felt queasy .

Red.
Dark red.
A trail of blood stained the hall floor.

Dull.
Really dull.
A pale hand lay limp from underneath the floorboards.

Click.
She turned off her flashlight,
footsteps echoed from afar.

Click.
Bang!

Her flashlight remained on.

The sand at my feet.

The fishy peculiar smell of the air.

Running down the sandy stretch without a care.

Waves crashing against the shore,

Sounds that comfort me unlike anything has before.

Exploring the tide pools, the cliffs and caves.

Splashing water and sandy feet.

Life is so simple, so neat.

Racing my friends down the dunes.

Staying out late with a bonfire and tunes.

Looking up at the starry sky.

And every bad thought escapes my mind.

Everything is finally right.

Miracles unseen before man
Years of preparation coming to past

Mighty in the strength of God
Incoming people who are ready to hear
Sacred in the Lord
Strength beyond what I have
I am a child of God!
One in purpose with our Father above
Newly converted to the gospel of truth

It's hard to go back to reality after being really happy. It gets so bad that i can't even see my own hands in the dark. Sometimes i feel as if the darkness is consuming me, and the only way to stop it is to let it take over, letting the fire that is my life burn out. I don't let this happen though, as i feel like my one earthly duty is to protect the people that i love.

I'm lost.
why am I so lost
you haven't even been around that long.
But Its true I'm lost with out you.
Time won't seem to pass.
What time is it anyways.
10. It's only 10.
I miss you
I want you
I need you
I love you
what am I even doing?
I'm so lost.
Maybe you've texted me!
nope.
I need a distraction.
Something, anything to **** the time.
Just come back.
Please.
I'm lost.

You know when people say,
"Take the bad with the good?"
Well, what then?
What do I do with the bad
That I carry?
There's blood on my hands.
What do I do with the bad
That I carry
When it has become stitched onto
My skin?
I'm aware of the bad.
I have married and attempted
To rip it off my flesh, but I simply can't.
What do you do with the bad
That you carry?
The divorce just won't stick.
Only the bad that I carry.

It wasn't until the end when I realized:
I need the bad that I carry.
It's the one covered in fresh, bleeding
Lilacs.
It's the one that spews from my innards
And cries:
It's not all so bad child;
The bad that you carry.

There's the genius.