Fear
is a choice
the absence
of trust
But having faith
In another is a must
Are you really protected
All on your own
Or are you not able to see
Through your heart of stone
You long for it
But you ask yourself
How can one desire
The very thing they fear
That's actually quite
a common thing dear
But you have to choose
To no longer hide
To finally show what is inside
Of you

Life is a segway
If you let God handle it
It balances out.

Have you ever dreamt of something but you woke up before you knew exactly what was going on?
That's what happened to me during the "Annie Janna Billy JoJo" dream. And it pains me so much because I really miss those kids, I mean they don't exist and their not my kids or siblings but yet I miss them so much and it hurts me because I knew they were in danger so I had to save them but I didn't know what the danger was or who it was. The worst part is, I can still see the brown haired girl in a panicked state sitting next to me, and I could hear her sister sobbing and a young boy telling his dog that its alright even though it wasn't, I don't know why but it wasn't! They didn't want those beautiful kids alive, and I don't know who wanted them dead or why and it makes me hurt inside!

What I'm ranting about: below
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/775362/wake-up/

I was born lavendar but melted and sunk and dripped down walls like hot wax until I found myself pooled at the bottom, only my dad used to smoke indoors and drywall and smoke have an infatuation, so now I am only a smoky maroon.
I never used to believe in ghosts, but now EMF scanners explode and the room is chilled every time I take a good, long look in the mirror.
I used to be sturdy,
like a tree with more rings than my mother keeps in her top drawer, but now my joints crack like firewood every morning when I get out of bed and I stretch wide enough to fill a whole forest.
I used to shudder when boys looked at the pattern on my skirt,
but eventually the dip of my collarbones became a sanctuary for every pious boy to visit, eyes closed and speaking in tongues, the heads of their beds becoming crucifixes but the only thing getting nailed was me.
I realize I am different now. But I also realize that photographers find smoke beautiful, and babies can see the dead. i remember that marshmallows are best over campfires and that some people still believe in god.

Pine trees have it right
Just point to God in all things,
Give Him the glory
That's what I was made to do:
Human nature makes it hard.

The only thing worse than bottling up the sadness
the anger
the frustration
and the pain

Is having many people be aware
but knowing in your heart that
not one of them really care