Clothe me with your will so my body wont be exposed to the evil that surrounds.
Silence my voice so I can hear what you speak to me now.
Lead me to your desires while blinding me from the crude behavior of the sinful.
Hinder my flesh from the advice of the fallen
Allow my body to be the lamp while your word shine through my soul.
Give me Patience for your plan as you work ahead I give you the glory for all things that come
All trials that set forth I give to you with a heart fill with faith
A soul lives without worries, without regret
without the rejection that non-believers throw my way.
Be my feet so you may lead the way.
Be my eyes so I may recognize evil ways when it lay before me.
Humble me so I never put myself before you.
All hands connect to another to give praise to you.

I wish I could paint
for the emotions I feel I'm not sure how to put into words.
Words run away as saltwater drips from clinched eyes of pride
believing if she can hide that hollow heart that beats inside
of a young girl stuck in a young adults shoes she will feel brand new.
She demands control but her soul, wont let well enough go.
Perfection she will never achieve for she is not headed into the correct direction.
Anger and disappoint in herself seems to effect the progress of her health.
She wants help but too afraid so this being called fear tends to get in the way.
In hopes to cleanse her body of derby of sin
she showers to the the degree of obsession then the sun rises so she repeats her acts all over again.
Signs.
Signs so loud that she can not hear her voice as her lips move
She forgets the sound it makes.
She struggles to breathe as her lungs inhale hate exhale frustration
of how much she types yet nothing is spelt just right.
As if every word misses a letter,
every line misses a word her mind has yet to learn
so she digs deeper hoping to find the words her fingers burn for.
Eyes fixated on scares made to force perfection but she can't see if for she travels in the opposite direction.
Nails grow from undeserving hands,
hands that grew from arms the cradled a being so young in days that his eyes were shaped as small buttons of love.
Love, affection, approached with either she ran in the farthest direction
for if love equaled happiness that would dissolve much like she wished she would everyday she blinked and a reflection of her face was me she didn't want any part of it for it was too much to handle a
perfect definition of imperfection as she.
As she weeps I watch for I know
the person she cries to be nothing a like is me.

I have detailed memories of occasions I'd like to forget
While I can never remember things I'd like to never dismiss.
Never miss this,
How emptiness kissed my closed lips as I concealed emotions I wasn't stable enough to
feel yet.
Happiness gets,
No place in a crowed room yet full of space
Full of thoughts I hadn't had time to think yet.
Keep me pressed for time while I have not a dime to spend
on costly relationships with mankind that seem to let my soul sour
every time I can recall.
While I spend my time writing poems of sorrows I realize that I can never again
relive the time I've wasted thinking about what could have beens or what should be's
funny how the lack of emotional space seems to burn like honey bees stinging my expressionless face.
I ran races of foot dreams for maybe if I made one last step to a finish line I had no idea to where its destination  could possible be I just new it had to be somewhere far away from my inner self so it had to be the perfect place for someone as spaced out yet completely glued to one spot craved to be.
Like cravings for cookies sprinkled with life was a treat I hadn't yet baked in ovens of temper felt skulls
made with love by the one who composed this distress into the perfect picture of a cloudy gray yet colorful mess.
This life helps me dress myself as I picture my thoughts as organized as yours
My ideas of greatness neatly folded into perfectly hand crafted drawers and my creativeness escapes to the next nut case that could handle my beliefs better than me.
Package my soul and send it right back to me for I want to wrap my uncanny way of places words onto pages to stay
I wouldn't know how else to survive if my life was anything but this way.

crazy how you can write and read and
it bleeds "truth"
Screams "you"
Breathes "fool"
Cries "she" then "he"
Whispers "help"
Funny how poetry connects you to me when we've never met before.
Never set eyes on mine or just said a simple hi.
I live off of my beliefs that somehow your emotions are common to me
Something that we can call a romantic reality.
Some untold love story of lovers that never met.
My faithful readers I've never chatted with.
Cry for the need to connect with someone like you that can relate
Not a  romantic movie date but just a second to meditate on life
Just a Scream or a chance to ask why.
Love how poetry involves the spirit and the mind.

Emotions...
Didn't want apart of them so I kept them inside.
Locked behind a jail cell of disappointment
Along with my pride.
Tried to hide from the feelings I had so I wouldn't cry.
He said cry him a river but if I allowed my eyes to showcase how my body really felt
we would have an extra ocean to contain.
Salt burns in open wounds left by you.  
He said "baby you're my main."
As if this a title I would be proud to repeat to new people I meet.
As if being with him,
being the Queen of the streets,
is the position that was in my destiny.
Running through traffic without legs,
Seeing the view of the world without a refection
Stumbling in the wrong direction.
Feels like nightmares were a better look than life
like night life,
even if I wasn't doing my body right,
Seemed right.
Felt nice
for seconds at a time I was alone to feel like I was the best.
Not simply a replacement chick.
More like the woman you wanted to in a relationship with
instead of the one you had relations with.
Take me in faith that I will be a perfect lover for more than the night.

Crazy is how i Fall for you daily.
Fact is I get butterflies every time we speak
Seems like my resistance for love is tolerating the idea
of you having a piece
Of my heart
for when we are apart,
I dream of you as if you were to my right
holding hands never felt like a lasting band till the very second
I smiled with my eyes locked onto yours.
The very lines that remind me I'm only yours.
I wanted to write the perfect love poem but the words escape me
Emotions race me till the only words I speak are ones of you.  
Never thought this would be me,
getting so caught up in someone that poems pump through me like heart beats
This strong like thing i can dig it.
This romance thing I enjoy it.

Release me in a poet's dream
So I may view life through eyes I've never seen
Gift me the power to withstand the judgement of the fallen
Stand with the faithful and true hearted.
Open my mind to thoughts I'd never imagined before
Demolish my boundaries the world placed around my soul
Give me the ability to travel beyond my goals
For I want to fly above the influence of the masses
I want my glasses to be more than half full but whole full.
Full of all the knowledge that no man has known before.
I want to know your heart and hear your voice even when I'm screaming to loud
I want to distinguish your needs from my wants
I need to feel your touch on my shoulder guiding me through my challenges.
I want to pray so much I forget when I began
so I began to say the prayer again.
I never want to forget that you created me for a reason
Not to sin but to do your will with the good you planted with in, my heart.
Leave my heart to beat to drums you conduct
Lead my feet on the path you intended for me.
Allow me not to be so lazy as to numb myself of memories
for all the enemies you saved my sinful body from.
Give me a voice so loud that all may hear of the how good you are.
Give me words so profound that the illiterate may read the words you write through me.
But most important give me the ability to never forget the definition of LOVE which is you,
This gift can only be gifted by a God so great as you.