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My mind is hollow.
Why?, you ask,
Because of her.
She drove my mind to the point of insanity
All thats left is the thought of her.
The thought of her heavenly voice,
And all those exotic ideas she put in my mind
That is all my mind has time to process.
I want to love,
Unconditionally.
I want to love,
Uncontrollably.

Loving others deeply to show what the cross means to me.
Love and the gospel do not live separately,
they are rooted in the same rock, they are a vine from the same tree.

And I want to show what Jesus has done for me.
Even though there is S I N written across my face,
When you look upon me, because of that cross, you will only see G R A C E.

A true love like His, when He cried out, "Father, forgive them for they know not what they do".
Jesus, give me your eyes and teach me how to love like You.

I want to love,
Unconditionally.
I want to love,
Uncontrollably.
 Jan 2014 Savannah Charlish
Jay
The two things I stand on
That get me through the day
are growing tired and weary.
Aching from their trek.
They have been carrying me aimlessly
in search of happiness. In search of you.
How much longer until they just give up?
I was dared to write this, so I just had to.
 Jan 2014 Savannah Charlish
Jay
Maybe I'm just a sucker for a pretty face,
but when I see your name, or at least, half of it,
my heart skips a beat.
I suppose it's only because I can imagine
being lost in your eyes forever.
I'm just a stranger, but when I know you feel so alone,
I really do wish that I could be with you.
Heal you.
Feel you.
Maybe I'm just sentimental.
Sometimes I am unstoppable.
Sometimes I am so easily defeated.

I know that I try but I am no hero,
that's for sure.
I know that I run  before I can walk,
let alone stand still.

And I have seen very simple men have a firmer stance in sand,
than I have on rocks.
this is my favorite poem that i have written thus far.
Those cuts on your wrist,

They don't let the demons out,
They let them in.

And when you say you don't need to be saved,
I know that's just your burden talking.

Because when I'm with you,
I can see you crave life,
I can see you crave love,

So I'm begging you to stop pouring out the blood that pumps directly from your heart.
Doesn't your love grow out of the same spot? Are you leaking out some of that precious substance too?
I'm begging you to stop slicing your skin, still tender and young, and dripping out all of the life that you have left.
Your life is not a poison to be ****** out of the veins. It is a gift, won't you cherish it and preserve it until your real last breath?    

So please, keep your veins sealed,
keep the blood, the love, the life in.

Open up your heart instead, let me talk to you, let her caress you, let God embrace you.
Open up your mouth instead, say a prayer, and finally let the real healing begin.
I wrote this for a dear friend.
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