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Apr 2014 · 145
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Allison Marlow Apr 2014
The greatest beauty goes unnoticed.
Allison Marlow Mar 2014
The story of Jesus's death, no matter how much of anything else is true, is the most beautiful thing that could be.
For a minute forget everything you ever knew about Jesus or who he was, just everything
I don't know if there are words in the cosmos to describe the pain
The feeling of rusty nails stabbed through human flesh and so on through the wrist
The kind of pain that you would do anything not to feel
The kind of pain that you can't push through
The kind of pain as when your falling and the only thing you're mind can ever tolerate is grabbing firmly on the railing
The pain can not and I mean that to the fullest extend of cannot take but you have to
When your body is push to the limits
The pain takes over your mind But he could not stop
The pain you would try to describe as million but no one has the mental capacity to know what a million is unless you have experienced it.
Try count to a million.
The way he walked and trudged through that
That pain
Physically
Emotionally
Pushed to the limit
Persecuted with the sounds of vishis, ignorant mouths
And again you must keep in mind you must strive to understand a million
Cut open with vulnerability seeping out and wrenching through the cracks of the wounds they slashed through him
The way a simple woman wiped the blood from his forehead makes me cry
It's so beautiful
Her heart forced her trembling human hand the wipe away the human blood
More of herself belonged to him in that moment rather than herself
This is love. That love is a million
There are 4 acts of this kind of love in this duration of this I believe
The mental strength of him in this is utterly unimaginable
He was not angry, He did this for people
Some people will never understand that or what it means
He was stripped naked
He was nailed to a piece of word
Not a picture nailed to the wall
A human body
Nailed.
An adjective for an object.
And his mother
My goodness his mother
His mother with the fullest heart
It probably throbbed with that pain
The pain that is a million
The pain we cannot understand
She lifted him off
His dead, naked body died laid in her arms
The same soul she cradled as a baby
She draped into a tomb
But the most astounding this off all
She had hope
Hope
She wasn't done she knew something amazing would happen
She did not fall victim to her fears
She laid him there and left and she knew this was not the last of him
She loved him and she will see him again
He still had work to do
And he did


The pure beauty of this is a million
His love was infinite
Count to infinity, my dear
There is nothing you could love more than the Jesus in this story

If the rest of the bible followed this example and the people followed this example it would be beautiful and have so much truth

But it doesn't and they don't

Some of the most ignorant people go to church every Sunday
And think they know
They go to church and think that they are above everyone
But that completely contradicts what Jesus was doing and the point he was making
Contradictions, Contradictions, Contradictions
Hypocrisy
So much
The religion seems so wrong and the people who do not understand the love and the main point are the ones blinding throwing themselves into the religion calling themselves good people  
Jesus was love right?
He was pure love
A divine love
But the man made phrases making it seem like Jesus is bragging about himself and making it seem like Jesus is untouchable and Jesus claiming that Jesus is above all just seems to contradict the main point.
Jesus is love.
I don't see how that Jesus in the story could send people that love the wrong gender into a fiery pit for the rest of eternity,  living in that kind of pain that is million forever for just loving
When Jesus is love
I don't understand.
How could Jesus throw anyone there
When he is mercy
When he is forgiveness
When he is love
Contradiction
I don't understand

A.m.
Read w/ an open mind all the way through :~)
Mar 2014 · 182
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Allison Marlow Mar 2014
It's so hard to put into words but the loneliness I experience consumes my mind at almost all hours in the day
How do you describe things to people who don't even know your surface
The words I express filter through their minds into things they think they already understand
And I try, oh I try and the words aren't working and all that's left is screaming but not to them to myself alone in my mind where it starts all over again.
Mar 2014 · 184
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Allison Marlow Mar 2014
scream your heart out with me
Preferably on a cliff above a body of water
But then again anywhere

A.m
Mar 2014 · 207
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Allison Marlow Mar 2014
Art
Fingers
Big t-shirts w/ stretched out neck lines
Loud music
Soft music
Oceans
Screams
Dancing
Space
Legs
Screaming
Laughing

A.m
Mar 2014 · 227
Unheard words
Allison Marlow Mar 2014
More than almost anything right now I want an unconditional friend
I'm very lonely
When I lose it because sometimes that happens
I am trapped in a small box and it shrinks as the knot in my stomach grows and maybe the sound of someone's voice would make it stop or break the box entirely
I reach out sometimes
Because there is people I love and I believe that they love me
But it's like I can't express things in any of their languages
I don't think I've ever been understood by a person
I just want to say it sometimes but it scares me
No one replied that night
I was scared and I was alone
I dealt with it by myself

A.m
Mar 2014 · 179
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Allison Marlow Mar 2014
It's okay to have sad feelings.
That doesn't mean you have a permanently sad soul. I have a very happy soul. But I sort of hate the words happy and sad. It's not that bland and I feel like people already have their idea of what they are and their thoughts can't be swayed to what it actually is for that situation. But as I was saying. It's okay to have sad feelings. Sometimes it is inevitable. I don't think I mean it how people will take it will sometimes. But it's okay, it's all great. Everything is a big color book and it's all everything and it's all wonderful in the long run, maybe.

A.m
Mar 2014 · 531
Washcloth
Allison Marlow Mar 2014
Written 2/12/13
You know when you feel touched after watching a movie or reading a book or anything that touches you and it's like emotions but not emotions, special emotions are just punching you all around your body and sorta the middle of your stomach feels it the most. A beautiful wrenching feeling like the tightest part of a drenched wash rag getting squeezed to the core
Maybe you don't because I'm finding out that people don't

A.m
Mar 2014 · 294
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Allison Marlow Mar 2014
The thought of being in love at a cabin just overwhelms me with happiness. Just imagining it being summertime running around with wild, curly, messy hair in your bikini with big slouchy shirts as a cover up and dancing and listening to music loudly and sometimes softly and tackling each other in the water and talking late at night and sleeping in the sheets with tan, sunburnt skin and laughing so hard and making lunch and sleeping out, maybe sometimes accidentally and being spontaneous, fun and free and so so happy. Doing anything.

A.m
Mar 2014 · 148
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Allison Marlow Mar 2014
My dear you're heart is probably the most precious thing I have ever encountered
Thank you very much

A.m
Mar 2014 · 169
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Allison Marlow Mar 2014
I love when a person is singing so passionately and so raw that it sounds like they are tearing up a piece of sandpaper in their stomach.
Mar 2014 · 216
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Allison Marlow Mar 2014
Written December or November 2013
She sat there in the bathtub drenched in paint
Laughing&
Screaming&
Singing
Her whole heart out
Mar 2014 · 120
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Allison Marlow Mar 2014
You don't have a soul
You are a soul
You have a body
Mar 2014 · 184
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Allison Marlow Mar 2014
Written 12/31/13
It just dissolves into me
Mar 2014 · 145
Everything
Allison Marlow Mar 2014
Written November 2013 I think.
It's crazy though
Everything we don't know and all the wonders that you feel in the pit of your stomach. Just happy to be alive. I've never felt this before. I don't know what happened. I love how people fall in love. I think maybe this happens when you start to care less about yourself. I wanna be a walking, living , dancing work/ piece of art. The kind that touches the hearts of people. I don't know quite how yet but I will and I'm excited to figure it out. I love music. I think it has my heart. I think it's music that has formed me in a sense. Certain moments in a song make me feel like I truly am flying. It's so beautiful. It's so powerful. Little things just make me light up. I don't know what's happening but I love it. I guess it's a complete an utter passion for life and I know it's going to go up and down and everywhere and everything.

A.m
Mar 2014 · 227
I love you
Allison Marlow Mar 2014
I love you
I love you
I love you
Mar 2014 · 211
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Allison Marlow Mar 2014
Written November, 2013
And a state of pure happiness flooded out of her eyes because she realized all of infinity could be completed in her small lifetime and all the wonders of eternity surged through her veins and beautifully scarred her soul for the better
Mar 2014 · 305
1950,
Allison Marlow Mar 2014
Written November, 2013
And she sat there in the bathtub
The room only lit by the moon
Her hair is drenched, falling in her face
The soft sound of the 1950s serenaded from her record player and she thought "I love the world"

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