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Bipolar
Schitzo
Paranoia
Mania
Anxiety
PTSD
Depression

******
Liar
Dramatic
Never sits still
Makes a scene
Lives in her past
Needs to get over it

Beautiful
Unique
Quirky
Energetic
Caring
Wise
Helpful

You only know parts of me
Not the total
Why must I
pay
to live on the planet
I was
born
on?
Daniel Magner 2013
you
No, I'm not here to tell you that you're weak.
I'm not going to turn your weaknesses against you.
Just to say you need a God to make you strong.

God transforms you.
I can't tell you that the
alcohol
drugs
***
and cursing
are bad
and that
maybe
you should consider
a God who can
change it.

I'm not going to lure you in by your own demons
Just to make you believe

But let me ask you this,
Do you honestly believe that God can't use you?

Noah was a drunk
Abrahm was "too old"
Jacob was a liar
Leah was ugly
Joseph was abused
Moses stuttered
Gideon was afraid
Rahab was a *******
Jeremiah and Timothy were "too young"
David had an affair and murdered
Isaiah preached the gospel naked
Elijah was suicidal
Naomi was a widow
Job lost everything
Peter denied Christ
All of Jesus' disciples fell asleep during prayer
Martha worried
The samaritan woman divorced
Paul was  "too religious"
Timothy had an ulcer
And Lazarus?
Oh, he was dead!

But Christ used each and every one of the characters of the Bible to bring Glory to His name!
 Oct 2013 Jonathan Wood
Bambi
Once upon a time,


There was a kingdom ruled by a king. This king was not happy with money, he was greedy for love. He forced love upon woman everywhere, married, underage, it didn't matter. He walked to this girl, grabbed her hand and he sooner took her to his throne, for him to be pleasured. She didn't cry, nor scream in a seek of help. She just obeyed him in any manner of doing. He was happy, he was satisfied. Later that day he forced her hand in marriage. At the wedding the priest announced for them to share a kiss, he wanted yet again more... She didn't cry, nor scream in seek of help. She did every order, every command. Till the day of his death, she cried because she was happy. With the king now dead, she is the owner of this kingdom. She had the one thing she wanted, happiness. 



Once upon a time, 


There was a kingdom ruled by a queen, and this kingdom was as happy as can be. And as simply as that, the kingdom lived happily ever after.
 Oct 2013 Jonathan Wood
Bambi
I hurt myself today. To see if I still feel. I focus on the pain; the only thing thats real. ~ Nine Inch Nails
I wish that sometimes I can really show myself, without being questioned.
I want to speak my mind, without being blocked or suffocated.
What have I become. My sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away in thee end. ~ Nine Inch Nails
I know right when I publish this my grandma will call and question, so my mom will go on unpost, leaving me raveled, taken together, question in a box. Yet again I must be questioned.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades roll by dragging my decaying body behind it.
Im to young to drive away.
Im to afraid to run.
What will happen when I get home today?
I question myself, I order myself.
It is killing me not to speak.
Yet I must remain quiet.
I am sorry, for I must remain concealed.
You did raise me right.
You did treat me well.
Its me.
Beneath the stains of time. The feelings disappear. You were someone else I am still right here. ~ Nine Inch Nails
 Oct 2013 Jonathan Wood
Bambi
Meow meow meow, meow meow.

Meow

Me-ow

Meow.

:3
 Oct 2013 Jonathan Wood
Bambi
Words
 Oct 2013 Jonathan Wood
Bambi
The words stay. 

My pain increases.

The truth are now all lies.

Something keeping me from dying.

My problems start adding on and on and on.

Over and over blood, sweat, tears.

Mistakes rome over my wrist.

My friends decrease.

I am alone.


Problems

Blood

Pain

Sweat

Tears

Words

Truth

Wrist­

Lies

Dying

Alone

Mistakes

Words

The years turn into days.

My future is death.

No one left.

Mistakes.

Alone.

Tears.

Words.
 Oct 2013 Jonathan Wood
Bambi
Right now.

I wish to die.

My future is death.

Why the hell do I write.

There is no point.

I don't know.

I am depressed.

I am sorrow.

I re-write everything, 
just in different format.

I don't care.

I won't be missed.

I am not loved.

I write.

I am tired.

I am in pain.

I am sorry.
 Oct 2013 Jonathan Wood
Bambi
A day.

A pill. 

A douse. 

A new way.

Afraid. 

A death.


Always looking.

A god.

A miracle.

A second chance.

A second life.

A halo.

A pair of wings.

A white wonderland.

A beauty.


A tear.

A brother.

A sister.

A mother.

A father.

A family.

A smile.

A laugh.

A happiness.


A cloud.

A rest.

A dream.

A death.

A tear.

A tragedy. 

A commotion.

A smile.


A thanks to you.

A thanks to him.

A gift for me.

A gift for you.

A way to say, I miss you.
 Oct 2013 Jonathan Wood
Bambi
Another day of torture.

Another year of pain.

Another razor painted.

Another way to cry.

Another reason the scream.

Another time to die...
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