Sometimes
just the nod is enough
to acknowledge
the common struggle
and to impart
a spur -
a spur to go on

Like a colony
Of ants--sin city in heat,
Hive of hyper queens.

(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.

Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark,
Now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart.
-Lorde.

Love is a verb, that needs to be shown.

Love is a verb, that needs to be seen also.

Love is a verb, that really needs to be pure.

Love is a verb, that needs to be showered.

Over others for Love is a verb, an action.

Love is a verb, that was already shown us.

Love is a verb,while Christ hung on that cross.

Love is a verb, Christ use action to reveal to us.

Love is a verb, for he died for us then rising back to life again.

I want to know what it's like to be in love.
To be so in love where problems are only,
temporary.
To be so in love,
you are proud.
To be so in love with living.
To be so in love with someone who makes all else,
beautiful.
To be so in love where the hard lessons,
make sense.
I want to be so in love that I can play in the rain again.
I want to wake up and although completely unsure in life,
I'll know that I'm in love.
To be so in love that I can dream.
For now,
I dream to be in love.

keep me in your prayers love you all.