I was once told by an old man
That life is about learning to deal with loss.
For a while I struggled to understand,
Filled with bitterness of the past, becoming cross.

Then one morning I had a moment of clarity,
And I was frustrated with this troublesome quandry no longer.
People say the truth is a rarity;
I find that hard to believe, for I know I have come out stronger.

I appreciate you for kissing me when no one else would & holding my hand no matter how cold it was;
& for always remembering that i'm more delicate than your lips & this kind of love can only happen once;
& the fact that I always loved you more, but you somehow always showed me more love;
& no matter how angry I made you, you always forgave me because you knew that the ocean would sink itself if it could;
& for always crawling past the bad times, because you knew how beautiful the good times were; because you knew how beautiful we were.

If you ever read this I want you to know:
The one thing I loved more than your smile was the way you smiled at me;
& the reason I couldn't love you any harder was because I put all of my love into writing about you, not actually giving that love to you;
& I forgive you for giving up on me, I would have given up on a fully lit moon also;  i'm sorry I couldn't illuminate the night sky every night for you;
& all of the reasons I couldn't kiss you as hard as I wanted to were all the same reasons why I want to die with you in my arms;
& the way you used to look at me felt like skydiving with no parachute on, or being the last one standing in a game of dodgeball, or sinking to the bottom of a bathtub that's filled with your love & affection, or running a marathon while running on no hours of sleep, or seeing the moon for the first time, or realizing that the love we had is more meaningful than any high paying dead-end job, or traveling the world, or feeling something for somebody they said was an impossible feeling.

If you ever read this I want you to know, thank you, for everything.

I want to write something or
make something
compelling
but it seems as though
all the compelling things
have been written
or made
already

Desperately craving Love only to be denied earthly love.
Now that Christ reveal the false dreams that I been chasing.
I now can devote myself to the purpose that I was born into.
To reveal to the lost that we all can become Miracles through Christ.
That he shall take us the mess that we became here on the earth.
Restoring us into something beautiful , something Miraculous.
Showing the world just how Great, and Awesome that Christ is.
He never needed us, it is us that so desperately needs a Savior.

I am not submissive.
I don't give in
to peoples'
demands, wants, needs or commands.
Instead, I help.
I am courteous.

I am not pure.
I have made mistakes in my life.
I don't need to wear a turtleneck
to conceal my body, but
I practice modesty.

I am not quiet.
I have my own voice
therefore it is my duty to exercise
my right of free speech.
My voice makes a difference.
I speak up for the
downtrodden and the oppressed
the frustrated and distressed.

I am not perfect.
My legs are not skyscrapers
and my waist is not skeleton small
but by golly, I think that I have
the biggest heart of all.
Look into my eyes and see the true me.
A woman. Who else can I be?

I'm sorry I don't see
the pain in your eyes but
I'm sure you see it in *mine.

How many minutes does it take for the light from the Sun to travel to Earth?
Easy, 8 minutes and 20 seconds.
What is the distance from the Earth to the Moon?
Easy, 238,900 miles exactly.
What color are her eyes?
... Something gold. A bright golden brown. The flecks show up mostly when she is in the light. Her skin glows florescent, but her eyes deepen with curiosity and an unimaginable spark illuminates within her.
...So, Brown?
I guess you could say that.
How fast does light travel?
Easy, 186,282 miles per second. Hit me with something harder.
Okay, What is her best feature?
Some would say her body and some would say her mind. But I love the thing that will never deteriorate, Her soul. Her soul is the most beautiful part about her. It is what is within her as well as what shows outside on a sunny day. It is what picks the flowers outside of her house and kisses me gently. It is who recommends music and tells me that she loves me more than I love her (even though that is false, I love her so much more) and that gives me hope in the midst of fear.
Her soul is what touches me, not her fingers. Her soul is living and breathing, not only inside of her, but inside of me as well.
...Do you really love her?
Guess you could say she's a part of me now.
Yes?
*Yes

My chains are not from addictions, but suffering for Christ.
The worship God and you shall become rich is a lie from ****.
For a lot of men and women whom are poor or middle-class.
Know God more intimately then most of the wealthy.
Yes I seen some that gave away a lot to help out others.
They truly know Christ, but most shall never be rich here.
But rather their riches await them in heaven, after they leave here.
For Christ says himself,store your riches where moths can not eat nor can thieves steal.

We put our boys on the ground
Enemies all around
Shooting their rounds

Get in cover!
They said to each other
To wait till it was over

Such a death toll
Mothers heart with empty hole
Was not a real goal

Stop the bleeding
Quit receding
no retreating

Man made
serenade
Watch out
Grenade!

it's not agony any longer
being around you
it's really okay
but I am kind of lonely
and it's not really lonely for you
it's just lonely
and I'd like someone to love me,
someone who can hold my hand
and we can wrap our arms around each other
and kiss a lot
and go on car rides
and smoke without our parents knowing
I'd like someone like that.
wouldn't we all?