In light of the mistakes we've made,
there is free knowledge gained.
From this point on nothing will remain the same.
We're at the brink of no return.
So what are we to do, lie around & wallow?
No way, because we aren't meant to follow.
Keeping our heads held high to the sky,
never looking back eyes always forward.
We've already witnessed what He did to ***** & Gomorrah.
Assuming you're one of the many who don't know the story behind these two.
I strongly suggest that you pick-up your nearest Bible.
Once the book is opened,
He has already implanted you with seed for daily survival.
Having nothing to do with which Bible version you choose to read.
Alluring poetry at it's best, one of God's greatest masterpiece.
A handy guide for the worldly lies they've sold to us since we've been born.
True satisfaction can't initiate through ***, drugs, money, or ****.
You'll always be yearning for more & more.
Being the Kings & Queens of our own lives is a doomed destiny from the start.
What will it take for you to swallow your pride & open your heart?
I fell out of love with the world & fallen irrevocably in love with the man above.
Will you join me on this bestowed journey for eternity that He calls Heaven?
Or will you refuse it, turning into everyone else neglecting His existence?
You choose, however just know you've already been chosen...
When God blesses you with a gift,
use it wisely don't abuse it.
I can hear Him in my ear,
telling me to bask in the sunlight & be of good cheer.
This world has many things to offer.
But doesn't fully satisfy.
It's a beautiful thing when someone
besides yourself thinks you're worth it.
Going through old writings
I have kissed boys
People in between
But lately I have been kissing bottles
Their lips are colder than yours
But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest
Yet as these toxins rush through my veins
I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin
Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me
But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin
Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
Fact is, you can only relive memories through photos.
Do you know why that is?
It’s because time machines don’t exist.
Photographs will have to suffice.
Every photo, every expression…
You can’t recreate or alter them.
All you can do is remember.
Sadness from a past relationship, heartache from a family member that passed away. Joy from the time you moved across the country, or from that vacation you took and the people you met.
Even so, I wish there was a time machine.
Not to alter the past, only to relive the memories once again.
‘Till then, I’ll display them in a cathedral in my mind.
Can you relate?
My body somehow knows
The grief tomorrow holds.
I ache and throb
But I cannot sob;
The urge to cry
Stings my eyes.
My feet drag heavily
In the depths of this valley.
Every year without fail
I remind myself I am too frail.
"You're strong without the numbers,"
Yet I was too weak to pull you from your slumber.
Each March 22nd
Feels just like the 1st end,
When your heart stopped beating
And mine started bleeding.
I'd skip this whole day
But I'd miss the chance to say:
I miss you, lovely little hurricane.
It's all I can do to keep sane.
The smell of mint
Hurts just a hint.
The skinny jeans and hair bows
I could never disown.
I wear your effect
On my forearm *****.
The pain of loss is akin
To etching you into my skin.
My hands shake with cold,
Though not as cold as a headstone.
Oh, how my body knows
The grief tomorrow holds.
In Loving Memory of Kelcy Golling.
07/02/1999 - 03/22/2014
From the moment I walked in,
I felt the piercing eyes.
Same eyes that nailed Jesus to the wooden cross.
Jesus said, by this,
all man will know you are my disciples,
if you have love one to another.
Pharisees, Pharisees, Pharisees.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen into apostasy.
Like the Nephilim which came & has yet to come again.
Surely heading back to the beginning, the Days of Noah.
The entire time I sat in those fold-up chairs,
my heart couldn't stop racing.
Perhaps it was the spirits aligning to seek whom they may devour.
Heard many vain repetitions today,
didn't Jesus say that's what heathens do?
For they think that they will be heard for their many words.
We all crucified the Lord Jesus Christ.
We have all blasphemed.
One perfect Godman died on our behalf,
then rose 3 days later to break the curse.
Let us not break bread & drink grape juice.
Guess you never knew that's symbology for cannibalism.
In which He never commanded us to do.
Simply two commands were left.
Love God with all your heart,
with all your soul & with all your mind.
Secondly, love your neighbor as you love yourself.
This is for anyone who's been oppressed by churches.
we write because we are told
we write because we are cold
so why write poetry?
is it to obey
is it to simply misbehave
is it due today
is it more than what we say
why do you write poetry?
because I can
because I am
we are made to feel
we are made to speak
some people are quiet
and others are bleak
words are expressive and alive
but some words are best left to die