I day dreamed. And it went something like this.
I was standing in a forest on a little oath underneath a beautiful and elegant white arch. golden brown and red leaves surrounded me.
I was wearing a fantastic black suit, With a very very faded array of grey pinstripes. I looked down to my shoes, And they were a nice black leather pair. My hair was slicked back and I had a Barbour shave my face. I had never been so fancy in my life.
You appeared from what seemed like thin air. You were absolutely stunningly dressed in a white dress that hugged your body just ever so elegantly. With a beautiful train and tiara on your head, you were the most beautiful thing on the planet.
There were whispered remarks of how much more beautiful you were than anyone in the crowd behind us. You walked with such grace you didn't even disturb the leaves on the ground.
I teared up and got a pat on the back and was reminded by a voice that had no face to be strong.
We stood apart from each other under the arch.
There was only one tear on your face.
On your left side.
All of a sudden, Out of nowhere, You opened your mouth and in a hushed voice you said "I don't want to be married."
The next thing i saw was the tree canopy. I guess I fell. I got up and you were apologizing, But I ran for my life. I was in a bar all of a sudden, I had already had a few drinks judging by the empty bottles on the bar top. I walked outside, More like stumbled. But you were there, No longer in your elegant dress but a sweatshirt and slacks. You said you were sorry. In a rage a bellowed out that I was sorry for breathing. You pulled me close and said "I'll fix you".
And it was then I felt the pain in my chest. You had put some kind of blade through me. You told me to sleep well. The next thing I saw was the white washed walls of an operation room. You were above in a viewing room. I blacked out. You were standing in front of me and said you had ran off with a childhood friend and were having a shotgunwedding. I let out a small choke of a cry, And said don't worry, This time I'll fix myself. The room went black as I kicked a stool out from under my feet. I felt a quick pain and heard you say "good, You'll finally be right". Then I realized I was stuck reliving the last days of my life.

you know...
I never really thought
that I
would be
part of something
so neat

Knowing that
I have people around me
that love to openly chat
about and relate to
the one and only almighty king

Enjoying every moment we have
accomplishing to
have a better relationship
with each other, with our families, our friends, with Him, even ourselves.

Each and everyday
we learn from our mistakes
We live our lives
reality.
But once we all come together,
we are a brother, a sister
to be ablaze, for Him.

We are not only here to proclaim His word
but we are here for our voices to be heard

We come together
to worship
to pray
to honour
to adore

We are
young people,
being and bringing Christ wherever we are
here to preach the word of the lord

We are a family, proclaiming his name
witnessing, seeing, hearing and knowing
God loves us the way we love Him
together

When we are on that spiritual high
heck, you just feel you're up in that sky
with him, living it up

CFC-Youth has taught me
God's love is so unconditional and only He
Can judge me.

I'm slowly starting to figure myself out
Who I am, where I stand
With his help.

He loves me
And I love Him.
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God is good
All the time
All the time
God is good

God is where?
Everywhere
and everywhere?
God is there.
- bcdh

Heart on a pedestal, a prize, someone's claim to fame
So high up, it beats no ones name
I throw my own at it, yours beats to another drum
I want to hold it so close, too high to reach
On display like the sword in the stone
Could I be the chosen one?
Could we be and make history?

Could you smell like ciggarettes one more time?
It's cancerous taste brings me back
To a time of youth and rebellion
The feelin of invincibility would take over control
Inhale; time feels as short and thin as the air in my lungs
The taste oh the taste, a bitter remorse, hint of curiosity
The only taste I ever knew, ****** lungs
Could you smell like ciggarettes one more time?

at least we only feel that
                        when we're apart
      but we'll never be alone
   we know what's wrong
         but can we fix it?
       do we want to?
    is there any need to?

              we're whole and happy
     when we're together
           that's a good thing

I really want to be shot
to feel excruciating pain at the brink of unimaginable pleasure
to be covered in blood staring at the light at the end of the tunnel speaking words of profound wisdom
to laugh with tears rolling down my face
with coughs of blood interrupting my last address

I really want to be shot
not in the head so I don’t die quickly
but close to my heart so I put my hand to my chest and bleed out slowly
as each pulse escapes my grasp and my life flashes before my eyes
each a fleeting memory never to be recalled

I really want to be shot
as she tried to stop the bleeding, she cries out
stroke her by the face and tell her everything will be alright
smile a midst the chaos to ease her pain
eyes close as I fall into a sleep I probably will never awaken
open them to the warmth of lips upon my cheek
I really want to be shot so I can ask ‘Am I in heaven?’