Over and over you love to judge.
Genuine at times or due to grudge.

Your approach frank and upfront.
Your judgments brute and blunt.

Judgement on anyone and everyone.
You judge all, you spare none.

O you innocent! if you only knew.
All your judgments will judge you.

I will do what the stinging tattoo on my ankle says
The one that i stabbed into my skin all by myself
The one that says breathe.

Breathe for the belief that everything will be okay
Breathe because scars heal faster that way
Breathe for the sake of renewal, health, and love
Breathe because thats what i was once taught as a small child

Breathe for the sake of not falling deeper
and deeper
into panic.

Breathe because even though i am scared of falling
of hurting
of not knowing
I will be OKAY

Breathe because it is our ******* right to do so
and breathe because my tattoo says so

She is too afraid of living in real life
So she would rather living in her poems

And suddenly,
All the sad poems were about her
She feels better,
Listen to the echo of its words
And how its make her feeling alive

Or at least,
It does not make her down,
Or leaving her
As everyone does

And it makes her feeling better

King and Queen of the castle sit entangled in each other,
Walls made of blankets keep them warm and safe.
An ambient amber light shines in ever so slightly,
showing the impeccable outline of the King's face.
The Queen curls up in her King's lap,
she hugs her knees to her chest,
his fingers dance across her skin, while
music plays softly in the background.
They lay together often exchanging 'I love you's.
The Queen is more than a little pleased and the King is at peace.
They stay nestled into each other forever, never moving.

The world tells their young
That abstinence is old fashion, that innocence is over and done.
That to make something of themselves
They must give this much
to someone else
That *** paves the road to success.
What standards should I view best?
Am I a woman now?
Look at me.
trying to understand my insecurity
Wallowing in pathetic purity
They tell me I'll never find love for more than a day
If I can't even let him get to second base.
That I should give my innocence to him,
I should join him in a ****** rhythm.
That I should have fun and forget what the bible has to say,
To find temporary bliss for a night and misery the following day.
Maybe I should fall into the mainstream,
Because popularity should fix my self esteem..
Am I a woman now?
I've tried so hard to lock myself away,
To keep myself pure in the light of day,
But night comes around and leads my thoughts astray,
Maybe *** is just a game we play.
Perhaps I'll test the waters but on the ground my feet with stay
I'll try things out but not go "all the way"
Am I a woman now?
God, I need you here right now.
I went too far and broke every single vow
Of innocence that I pledged to you.
And asking for forgiveness is all I know to do.
Am I a woman now?
Being broken by the worlds expectation,
Being deceived in my contemplation.
Don't ever lose yourself,
Not to birth control or the ****** on the shelf.
Not to boys or to loneliness in the middle of the week,
Be strong, be as much of yourself that you can possibly bear to be.
Because the negativity and hatred of the earth,
Will try to **** your spirit and tell you what your worth.
We're no better than the world and *** is a natural inclination,
But if we are the body of Christ we have a God-given obligation
I'm scared, have I done what I'm supposed to do?
Did I do what's right according to God or you?
Am I a woman now?
That's all I wanted, to be beautiful or gorgeous in someone else's eyes,
But I think I've only accomplished that by the words that humans make into deadly lies.
They looked so appealing and delicious,
But I'd advise you to avoid something so malicious,
Because there's remorse and expensive emotional debt,
When we conform to the world and allow ourselves to forget,
That God made *** a spiritual experience to share as a couple,
Only with each other,
It's a passionate emotion that should be known solely by a significant other,
The two bound by marriage, in spirit, and with rings
So that the world can see  they
Can show the world what each spirit brings
To a relationship in Christ alone
In whom my unwavering worth is known.
Am I a woman now?
--Emily Rutledge

I still love you like the first day,
though my head hurts and my feet.
I still cry at night when your body leaves,
and my stomach aches for relief.
He didn’t take my heart when he touched my lips,
but you look at me like he did.
I’ve never stopped being only yours,
even when your wants seemed torn.
I’ve always been here, your keeper,
and love you more.
I still think about your body,
how it fits perfectly into everything,
and holds me together.
It’s not a matter of time,
or the unknown of life without you,
because I still remember the before.
How I didn’t know anyone who knew.
I was a secret, even to myself,
but you came and called me out.
I still think we dance better,
even when fall, at lest it’s together.
At lest we’re honest,
like when you cried in my chest
and promised me more.
I still think you’re the best,
I don’t know anyone who can play like you do.
I still get lost in your songs,
though they seem to be getting sadder.
Your eyes smile louder then yesterday.
But I won’t let myself believe I’m the reason,
only the cause of pain and pay.
I still can’t explain to you why,
even though it’s up in my own brain.