Storms may come and go but it is by Christ strength that we overcome.
Christ is our ship and his strength is our sail, he shall see us through it.
But first of all we need to trust him and know that he is there for us.
So when fear starts to overcome us we need to pray to him for help.
But even when we are doing good we need to pray to him then too.
For he is not a genie but a living Savior and God whom loves us much.
We need to have a very personal relationship with him every day.
Not just when we are having a bad time but every single day we live.

Poetry is like gusts of fresh air
Harbinger of the soul’s catharsis
Flowing emotions through the pen
Concealed pain written across the pages
Healing the pain which was long buried

I shall write about you
until the ink runs out
until the trees get old
until the ship sinks down
until they dig deep down
to find the fossils which are running out
giving diamonds and gold to your beloved ones
displaying an apparent proof.

People can't stop loving just as much as they can't stop hating
all the broken hearts
which may take eternity to heal
I am one of you
as I walk down alleys  
I sight history in a man's eyes
I sense their lungs weakening
I observe their dry lips
you see the liquor hasn't done too good.
I hear people screaming through mere silence.
I shall continue to write about you
until this world seems bright.

"Curiosity didn't **** me"* said the cat,
*"She just introduced me to the wrong crowd"

Sometimes there comes a time
When losses are absorbed
And grief becomes you
When you've given everything you've got
And there's nothing left
Not even the will to care
When you received nothing in return
You continued to give because you never learn
And when you rub your eyes
No more are the stars and colours you used to see
It's been a long time since
You bowed your head
Said a prayer
And are still weathering the storm
Now only heavier
Because you've soaked up the rain
And carried a little piece of everyone's secrets
Burdens and shames
You were there when it all went wrong
And now you're barefoot
On a cold winters night
Where the lines between determination
And desperation got blurred
Left craving for something that is everything to hold onto
You are so much more than what other people see
Your strength will not come from lifting weights
But lifting yourself as you fall down
Fighting hell
And wearing it like an armour