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when you feel like
you're drowning


learn to be a fish!.

[10W]
SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/14/2017

Thanks for the honor!
This was a very pleasant surprise!  

Blessings to you ALL!

♡Catherine
 May 2017 Stacy Mills
rhi
tired.
 May 2017 Stacy Mills
rhi
my mind crawls
the same way my skin used to.

admittedly, i draw blanks.
everything i say
is in prose,
yet everything i write
mimics a brick.

hard.
lifeless.
 May 2017 Stacy Mills
Mary-Eliz
You've cut ff your feet
to spite your head
Is there nothing left
in between?
is your whole life
blackened
and squandered
rotted and
gnarled
by gangrene?

Join me, come in.
Cavort with the dead
Join me, come in.
I can't be alone in my head.


How can you sit
there
with blood on your face
and not feel
it dry to a crust?
How can you sit
there
with gore on your hands
knowing you shiver
from lust?

Join me, come in.
Cavort with the dead.
Join me, come in.
I can't be alone in my head.
You, too, must feel torment
and torture.
You, too, must be plagued
without cure.


Where are you going?
to hell and not back?
Did you buy your ticket
to ride?
or
will you walk
into
the bottomless pit
draped with your badges

flesh putrefied?

Heads on lapels like
an Easter corsage
dead lilies like
those on a grave,

a grave that you dug
then
stepped in to forage
to eat as a worm of the flesh.

Flesh young and tender
that flamed with desire
till your curse
extinguished
the fire.

*Join me, come in.
Come into my fire.
Join me, come in.
We'll wade through
the mire
with blood
in our mouths
and our eyes.

Taste of the pain,
the glorious pain.
Like a gift
I give it to you,
offered again and again,
a philanthropist
swollen with bounty,
who bestows what
he has
like a prize.
After seeing "Silence of the Lambs"...and wishing I hadn't!
YES I MADE IT THRU , YES
IM GONNA DO, JUST WHAT JESUS WANTS ME TO
ALL TO HIM I'D LIKE TO GIVE
BUT THIS FLESH KEEPS HOLDIN ME BACK
IF IT TURNS ON ME, IN THE DARK YOU SEE
EXACTLY WHAT YOU DONT WANT TO BE
I KEEP ON STRIVING AND BELIEVING, IN
ALL OF HIS MANY PROMISES

JESUS GAVE IT ALL, NAILED IT TO THE CROSS, NOT FOR IN VAIN, THIER WAS NO LOSS

ONLY GAIN FOR YOU & ME , THAT DAY
ON CALVARY, THE LOVE HE SHOWED FOR YOU & ME

HE COULDA CALLED A MILLION ANGELS
HE COULD CALLED AN ARMY DOWN
HE CHOSE INSTEAD TO LAY HIS OWN LIFE DOWN!

JESUS DID WHAT NO MAN COULD,
HE PAID THE PRICE
OF OUR SIN
ON THAT TREE
THEY CALL CALVARY,
OH WHAT JOY THAT SHOULD BRING TO YOU AND I

THE TEARS THEY FLOWED , THEY BURNED AND STUNG,

BUT NOTHING LIKE WHAT HE TOOK
WHEN HE WAS HUNG ON CALVARY

THE REJOICING SHOULD RESOUND
ECHOING THROUGH TH WORLD

THE SACRIFICE, HE PAID THE PRICE,
HIS LIFE, FOR OUR OUR SOULD, IN DANGER

WHAT LAY AHEAD, HE KNEW IT
WOULND'T BE THE STRANGER BUT ONE,
WHO CLAIMED TO FOLLOW IN HIS NAME

BROUGHT HIM DOWN, TO DEATHS DOOR
BUT JESUS KNEW, WHAT JUDAS DID NOT
JESUS HAD KNOWN, HE WOULD NEVER DEPART
BUT HIS ACTIONS WOULD PLAY THE PART
IN HISTORY AND THROUGHT THE ENTIRED WORLD
HE HAS ALREADY MADE A DIFFERENCE THANK YOU JESUS!
LOVE HOPE
Somewhere, amongst the debris
of cigarettes after ***,
chemicals to induce sleep,
I forgot what it means to love.

I forgot what it means to breathe,
to sit still, and just be.

Somewhere, beneath these hooded seams
of solitude and well-versed grief,
beats a heart less cynical,
less tamed by vague distraction.

My nervous ticks and bad habits,
line of best fit for a near-hit
of satisfaction:

This is not enough, I know.
This is not nearly enough
to cool the bray of life
that still rattles meaning in my bones.

I forgot what it means to love,
what separates a house from a home.

Somewhere beyond this thirst
for brand-new words
is a gratitude for all that has been.
Every cliché holds a truth.

Every sentiment, a cocoon,
that I should lie so still inside

until I am wholesome,
until I am new.
C
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