Nothing hurts more than an insult

Nothing hurts more than a misunderstanding

And here I am

Ready to accept all the hate

If you hate me of what you think I am

Then, yes I accept all your hatred

Even mighty God has to face some hatred

Am just nothing under his holy feet

But, your hatred makes me stronger than you ever imagine

And thank you for your kindly hatred

Some choices out of interest

Makes unbelievable outputs

Yes, they do make us happy

Go forward with your work

Your work will lead you to victory

Ghoulish spectres move in the shadows
follow into the night and into the day
half nightmare half dreamscape
half real half imagined fear.

I dont want to be the bold words
Yelling to be noticed

Nor the italics
Wanting to be different

Not even the commas and periods
That set the pace and flow

I want to be the silence
The beauty unheard

Present in all works, that's what i want to be
Nothing more than the spaces in between

I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
A lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is like the falling leaf;
O Jesus, quicken me.

it’s the throbbing kind of pain,
so unlike the burning you are used to
a timeless ache,
that jars you to the core
so different from the fire that
you built yourself from
belying the strength of the armour,
that guards the tender fabric of your soul.

and you knew you were made of stone,
but darling, stone always crumbles
though born of lava,
it turns to dust
and how can you be the exception?