Your love
has dried up the ocean
in my eyes,
so when the pain
seeps in,
I pour the wine
of your thoughts
in my pen
and let the words
(I write to you)
get high
and cry...

PRAYER IS POWER

For us and for everyone,  always say a prayer small.

Sets us this on the way to progress, preventing downfall.

Prayers help build bridges and destroys it, many a wall.

A  prayer is directly a lightening trunk call.

No agents, no messages required, not even a prayer hall;

Yet  assured I am,  a prayer stands absolutely tall, above all.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Not of ancient lore,
or some cross to bear.
But here. But now.
No Prince Charming
at the castle door.
Only her, Miss Damsel herself.
In some paper city,
called Zilch,
where things fall apart fast.
She's trapped in no tower,
but a loft instead.
With tin-foil crown,
she climbs across
the kitchen table
to slay the dragon,
in the flames
of his own black-hearted
bedevilment.
A dagger to the heart
of the matter,
and all is quiet again.
Then with a satisfied yawn,
she retires for her afternoon nap.

Will you love me still
when my flesh has fallen to rot?
Will you love me
when decay has taken my form,
and fed my flesh
to a grave full of worms?
Or should I slow the
gangrenous bubbling of my skin?
Will you love the ivory perfection
of my bones, sweet one,
so like the grasping branches
of a dead tree...?
Will you still lie by my side,
our flesh rotting together,
the roots of a tree twining through
our ribcages?
Will you still love me,
love me dead?

i have loved
i have lost
to shining waters
i've been tossed

you will yearn
you will pine
but on shining waters
you'll be mine

dear lord
i
am so glad
that
you know me
that
strong branch
upon the oak tree
with
their
autumn gold leaves
fall gracefully
oh
how
i
adore the natural gifts
from God almighty
now
i raise my hands up
to glorify thee
to magnify thee
well
lord
you are the
best part of me
well...well..well
therefore
i get sanctified
thank you
heavenly father
for blessing me
with
your
spiritual promises

In the dead of the night
When there's no one around
Nothing clanking
Or making a sound

That's when the night pains
Begin to creep in
Tortured bones
Aching in skin

Diazepam and codeine
Bring no relief
My sleep is stolen
By the pain giver theif

These are the things
That others don't see
I just want my life back
I just want to be me

I'm not stable enough for love
I'm not kind enough for love
I'm not worthy enough for love
I'm not ready for love
Lord please save me
I don't feel human
I don't have strength
I don't belong
I don't want to live
I'm nothing but depressed
A lost case
A piece of work
A damaged ex
Will I ever turn my life around?
And see the world differently?
Like it's meant to be
Like I have a destiny
Like anyone wants me
To be here

maybe i am finally happy.

finally happy with myself,

with you.

im starting to think that she doesn't love me anymore.

but maybe he does.