you can't fill that emptiness inside you
you can only set it free

Be a Life changer, not a death maker, speak life into others.
Bring healing into others lives by speaking it into their lives.
For we were all put on this earth, by the Living God Jesus.
To speak life into other people lives here on the earth.
Because by speaking life, we are drawing them to be healed.
For we are called to Love others, not hate them here.
For being Christ like here we shall reveal him to others.
Which is our purpose here to love others into finding him.
Thus having another friend , when we all go to heaven in the end.

In high school we learn about many things
The quadratic formula is -b +/- the square root of b^2- 4ac all over 2a
The monomer of a protein is amino acid after amino acid and so on
But what we dont learn in school is the average amount of American Veterans that are out on the street, homeless.
What we dont learn is the percentage of children and young adults who commit suicide because of bullying
There are certain things thats appropriate for school and things that aren't
For example, talking about the four different chambers to a heart doesn't explain why mine feels empty
Doesn't explain why 30% of students consider suicide at least once in their life
It doesn't tell me why little billy or Kate felt the need to end their life because they didn't feel like theirs was worth living.
We dont learn about children in need because we are taught that learning parabolas is more important.
School is more important than living a healthy life.
In school you cant talk about real life stuff like **** or depression. Girls are taught that they're *** objects who need to control what they wear instead of guys being taught that they should respect us.
Schools avoid teaching kids good morals and instead teach them how to follow everyones rules.
They take creativity out of children and give anxiety right back. They bend and twist us into how they want us to be and if we dont bend.. Theirs something wrong with us. Or theres something wrong with our parents because god forbid theres something wrong with the school system in america.
Maybe suicide rates wouldnt be so high if schools would see students as what they are.. Human beings
Not robots
Not something you can mold into whatever you want
They say if you tell a monkey and a fish to climb a tree, the fish will always sit there and wonder whats wrong with it
Because its told that if you cant do what everyone else can than whats the point?
What are you good for?
Whats your purpose if you cant do what we tell you to do?  
Why are you here!?

But of course we don't talk about this in school
Its not school appropriate.

heartache is a gift that breaks us wide open
and gently spills into the broken places
that we never knew were there

agony fills in those crevices
with a quiet reverence
and peaceful meditation

no matter how form appears
the content
is stillness

thoughts appear
illusory images dance before me
yet there is no duality

even in this seeming world of separation
i realize that i at last am home
and that i never left

©2016janetaylor

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Look at you cowering, haunted by fiction
Shapes at the window of menacing tone
Tearing your hope into shreds as you lie there
Gazing at ceilings and feeling alone

Afraid to put both of your feet on the carpet
Hands neath the bed will be slicing your skin
Each tiny noise a volcanic eruption
Stalking your mind, it’s about to begin

Puddles of stench line the gutters of nowhere
Terror the class that has taken a seat
Staring at clocks on the faces of buildings
Waiting for dark so their bellies may feast

Appetites strung on a line made of nightmares
Low in the middle from gathering weight
Clouds overhead cast a blanket of secrets
Hiding the moon in its delicate state

Claws on the ground carry wings carved of leather
Eyes crimson red dripping stares at the door
Paint if you like for an X tells them nothing
Only when feeding they’ll even the score

Shadows on avenues lurk past the railings
Low tenor moaning their late evening song
Hide in the corners, but still they will find you
Cry if you must for it won’t be too long

Peer from the covers, your fears they are waiting
Calling your name in an echoed refrain
Lapping reflections from water so stagnant
Remnants of filth tossed about in the rain

Know this my friend, in a term used defiant
Answers aren’t penned in some book on a shelf
No fancy title with gold colored letters
All that you need can be found in yourself

Break free these chains that are holding you tightly
Open your eyes, there is so much to see
Breathe in the air for the sun it is shining
Shake off the rust and be all you can be

Always there’ll be someone bending the darkness
Pulling and dragging each star from the sky
Show them your wings spun of pride woven fabric
Give them a smile it is your turn to fly

You can beat anything you set your mind to
No matter what someone else has to say
Hold your head high, watch the monsters now fleeing
This is your time and today is your day