The dull caramel kettle sat on the stove.
It didn’t really want to be there. It’s cold out here.

The light in the kitchen shone past clothes and pans, the only light I could protect my eyes with.

Rushes of rivers ran in the toilet as if mountains lived in the shallow ponds on the floor.

It scared me. I thought a man with a black hat used the the tap and he heard my heavy breathing.  

It’s knitting.
And I can feel it walking out in my mind and I can feel it, looking at me as I look at it, it’s careful and eerily gentle eyes stared back at me.
Maybe it’s ***’s angels protecting me.
Haha I actually thought so oh gosh haha, your senses heightened at night just isn’t fun haha.
*** bless y’all.
Hello?
Can you hear me?
I’m down here...
6 feet under...
Not where I’m suppose to be
You come and visit me
Everyday
I hear you constantly pray
To talk to me again
Hold my hand
Hug me tight
Well I’m right here
I hear everything you say
I cry with you
I laugh with you
I pray with you
I am always with you
Even from 6 feet under
I AM HERE
I pray myself
To heal your pain
Dry your eyes
Help you move on
Don’t forget me
You know where I am
Always in your heart
Forever your friend
I will continue to grow old with you
Until we meet again
When we walk together in the sky
Holding each others hands
For now I stay
6 feet underground
Loving you
Praying with you
Hearing your voice
As I lay in silence
6 feet underground...
Wrote this from the perspective of a person who has passed away and what they see and feel everyday....
Broken glasses, sorry can’t see well, wavy lines and broken, wrong ‘finds’

If there is something wrong tell me because I love you. I have done so little.
And I am so brittle.  

Your oks are fine and I feel like brokenness hid in them.
And I feel like I am in debt.
I guess you remind me of ***’s love.
I owe so much but you never really forced me.

I am so scared and ashamed.  
Crazy and busy and unsafe.
“Vulnerability is my enemy” I always thought.

I love you. I hope you know that.
ChildofGodyay Oct 13
the cross before me,
it was meant to be mine,
and i saw love.
thank you Jesus
ChildofGodyay Oct 12
how your eyes gazed across the vast oceans.
how your heart and mind wondered how you got here.
in the middle of nowhere, your song meddles with the distortion of waves.
afraid to fall.
afraid that when you need help it won't be there.

the sun is shining, your skin burning.
the sharks nearly got you.
the boat shaking,
the waves nearly got you.

one light shone, the sky dark,
the trees painted your eyelashes and the waves made the tears of your eyes.

light flashes.
camera clicks.
you remember again,
you were in that popular clique.

at home.
you cried again.
at the boat.
you were afraid to swim again.

can't change your fate.
going through a lot.
a star shone,
the Savior was born,
he reached down,
and you danced upon your heartache.
have hope yall!
1 Peter 5:7
Cast all your anxieties on him because he cares for you.
Letter to the devil, and the pains of this world.

Dear devil,

How you doin with the fact you have already lost?
How you doin with the urgency of Jesus' second coming soon?

Just to remind you, you already lost, and, do I have to remind your suffering in the fiery lake of fire and sulphur...forever? Ye...I don't think so.

Depression, stop hanging on to them, stop hanging on to me! Stop pestering the children of ***, and just stop blinding them of the light of the Joy of Christ. Stop it! You somewhat comforting and soothing feeling, yet is the sharp sword that really kills...

Anxiety, stop making me stop in my tracks and feel like a failure, stop making me stop in my tracks on doing ***'s will and plan for my life. Stop dragging me down.

For the pains and diseases in the world, you would never stop them from being loved by ***. Never ever.

Final note: *** rules, *** wins, *** is in control, *** is the Most high, Most pwerful, All mighty, Holy Holy Holy, the Holy one, worthy of all praise and glory and whole-hearted sincere love and trust and obedience. You are not, devil.

Sincerely and truthfully,
The one you tried to hurt and pull down.
Ye, back off devil, *** already won.
A glancing pass
A childish dare
When I was a child
We got the timeout chair

We played outside
Til the street lights come on
If we were allowed
We would have played until dawn

Riding bikes
Playing games (outside)
Nowadays children won’t know how it was
That’s just a shame

Not all, but most kids
Glued to the video games
Television and iPads
No socialization to be had

Growing up when I did
Taught me to be grateful
For what my parents did (for me and my family)

Taught to be humble, strong and kind
Treat everyone with respect
To all of mankind

Taught us to work for the things we wanted
Work hard but also play hard
Was something they instilled in me all the time

Sometimes social media can be a twisted place
It sometimes feel like it’s a waste

Go outside
Catch some fireflies
Look at the stars
In the night sky

Hang with friends
Playing hide and seek
Mother may I and
Kickball, was definitely one to beat

If the children of today
Could go back to our times of how we played
They wouldn’t know how to act
Since a video game was blocking their way

So many things have evolved
Keeping up with the times is great
But social media has somewhat ruined it all....
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