Blessed be the transgender one,
Gave up on life to seek the sun,
Bigoted parents, insidious friends.
Her heart be broken and so it ended.
This girl believed she didn't matter.
Conformed to societies issues,
Everyone said she was meant to.
The vicious encounters of supposed normality,
Bought you to your desperate knees.
You have your wings now.
Fly sweet child be young and free.
Rest in peace, in sweet relief.
(C) LIVVI
DEDICATED TO  LEELAH (Josh Alcorn)
The Ohio transgender teenager who committed suicide, in response to prejudice.

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?

they say we make our own choices,
that we choose our own paths.
we only have ourselves to blame,
if we ever fail.

but we,
we are all bound
by the same chains,
threads,
and webs
of the inevitable.

we meet new people,
and from thereon,
they have affected us
and,
we have affected their futures.

we spit out words--
words that may not hold meaning to us--
but influence others
so, so much
(in all kinds of ways--the good, the bad, and the in-between).

remember this:
we should not be pulled down by our past.

rather:
it is because we only have one past,
but we have infinite futures.

Last night I stayed up again,
Thinking,
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty,
And a bread loaf is not stone.

I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm not wrong;
That nobody,
Yes, nobody
Can make it out here alone.
For alone, all alone,
Nothing seems right or clear,
So nobody, not a soul,
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires,
Who posses money that has no use,
Their wives run round like banshees,
Children sing the blues,
They've got expensive doctors,
With no cure,
For the weight of the stone they hold inside,
But their lucky,
For nobody,
Not a soul,
Can make it out here alone.

Not alone, all alone,
Nobody, not a soul,
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you can listen closely,
I'll tell you what I know.
Storm clouds are gathering,
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering,
And I can hear the earth moan,
Grab a partner,
Or our end will be sooner,
'Cause not a soul,
Can make it out here all alone.

Not alone, all alone
Yes,
nobody,
Not a soul,
Can make it out here alone.

"Finding God is not the same as losing everything that is not God."

yes, He loves you absolutely, but because He loves you
He hates the parts of you that drive you away trom Him
even if you **** up, yeah, He still loves you
but you love Him less for it. a relationship
isn't when you catch yourself saying "I love you"
to an empty room at three in the morning- a relationship
is when you look into someone's eyes and neither of you have
to say it, but you do anyway, in broad daylight
God loves a murderer but the murderer does not love God
God loves you no matter what you do, but what you do
shows God and the whole world how much you love Him.