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It's raining*
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Pour it out Lord,
Your Spirit on me.
I sing of Your great love!
Kelsey Long Jul 2014
How special is it to experience a heartbreak at the hands of a boy.  
Our reason for confusion that stops our very journey of life,
leaving us with the question of if God really does have a plan?
A stolen heart; a gift or a curse? A loss that is filled with such emptiness.
But a gain filled with divine purpose.
How rich is the person who loses their heart, loses their confidence, loses their purity.
If it weren't for this brokenness caused by a boy, You will never receive the blessing of a man.
A man oh so gentle with you're fragile heart.
A man whom pieces your confidence  back together.
A man who holds you're purity close to his heart of love, and not to his vast mind of lies.
How blessed is this broken heart dear child. A broken heart that you will soon enough hand over to a man, who will make it his life purpose to hold you're heart so close to God's that it shall never be broken again. What a bond, what a love, caused by a broken heart.
Thinking about my past heartbreaks and how thankful I am for them.
Without these dreadful possessions, I could never know what it's like to be the pure subject of another's love.
Ayelle Garcia Jul 2014
2 decades comes to a mellow's pacing;
Like lightning that travels at light speed,
Yet what lies ahead, not one knows facing,
Destiny is a grasp away to heed.
Then of some old stories came in to pass,
Faced from a humble beginning in life,
Of a flower that bloomed among the grass,
With raging storms & fires made stand alive.
What more of this muse be compared to?
Ave Maria, this maid is but blessed;
Such golden voice can halt men & call too,
Her heart of gold that all heavens addressed.
Pique then does this lass can do & say of,
Nothing more than wisdom, blessing, and love.
A sonnet I made before my 20th birthday last year, just to pass time while listening to my prof in Brit Am Lit.
showyoulove Jul 2014
Bless my hands Lord and the work that they do.
Bless my soul Lord as I try to live for you.
Bless my mouth Lord and the words when I speak.
Bless my eyes Lord that it is you I seek.
Bless my feet Lord and the path upon which I walk.
Bless my lips Lord and what comes out when I talk.
Bless my mind Lord and all that I may think.
Bless my faith Lord and when I start to sink.
Bless my heart Lord and the love that I give.
Bless my voice Lord to praise you while I live.
Bless my life Lord that I may use your gifts for good.
Bless me Lord and help me do what I should.
Bless my ears Lord help me hear your voice.
Bless me Lord that in temptation I make the proper choice.
Bless me Lord and help me see the face of one whom so loves me!
Wolf Irwin Jun 2014
I'll accept you completely imperfections and all,
I'll be there when you rise and I'll be there when you fall,
And if you should ever need a shoulder to cry on,
I'll hold you tight untill all the pain is gone,
I now understand its better to love and lost,
Because love is a priceless thing with the highest cost,
You can fly to the skys and ill let you be free,
I'll let go of control and hope you come back to me,
Your smile is a blessing and I can't get enough,
I had this hardened demeanor but you straight called my bluff,
Girl Its hard to let go god say it ain't so,
Your the star feature and I want all the tickets to the show,
Love sweet love is such a curious thing,
But everytime I hear your name I still hear bells ring.
time is an infinite stream of possibilities
may this blessing flow to you across time through love
I pray for you, the me of my past who struggled and
lost your way in depression.

May this blessing find you across time to you, from me the you of the future, to the 26 year old that I was in a moment in time,
where I was lost.

May you find your way out of despair and hopelessness, and
may you find the courage to set the radio outside of the filled
bathtub.  I know suicide seems the only way out, but you have
so much to live for. I am you of the future, as I speak to you of my past.  

May my love and hope travel across time to help you find joy in that little moment, where you turned on the radio to make sure power was flowing before you electrocuted yourself.  But in that tiny moment, reggae music blasted through the speakers bringing a spark of joy and rhythm into a dark moment, where you could not distinguish from the true and false.

May you find the wisdom to know that your pain will not last forever and all wounds heal with time, even heartbreaks.  I know, because I am in this very present moment the future self of you.  I know that your present feels bleak and each day feels more painful and pointless than the day before.  It feels like the whole world is against you and people who are supposed to love you only judge you and ridicule you.  Somehow it feels like who you are is not enough and you are sick and tired of feeling this way.

May my love and hope travel across time.  Love is infinite and collapses the space that separates us.  May my blessing find you
through this dark moment and many to come, so you may know
and experience joys, sadness, and full specturum of emotions
with an open heart.  You will someday embrace pain as one of your greatest teachers, because it has lead you to the other great teacher of life, love.  May you have the courage to really live, so you may face death, another great teacher.  May you live and die with love, and not with fear and hatred in your heart.

May this blessing travel across time in that infinite place in your heart, where hope will rise out of the heavy despair that is pulling you down to depths of pain that goes deeper and deeper.  Somehow, pain upon pain becomes comforting, and you begin to be trapped in yourself.  All you can see is this moment.

May my prayer and blessing find you and guide you to a future you cannot imagine in your present, but you would not want to miss.  Thank you, I love you.  I'm sorry for ways I failed you.  Please forgive me.  

May this blessing of hope and love find you across time and space to bring you home, so you and I can live in that infinite space of love in our hearts, where we are connected to life flowing through and in us.  May you find your way to me, to the now that is always being created.
A poem written out of gratitude for all the people who have helped me become a little more free from the dark depression and hopelessness I found myself in my mid 20s to early 30s.
Now she's eighteen
But she feels twenty-one

Dancing at a *******
You could believe she's the dopest one

As Miami's hottest *****
This was the life she's accustomed to

Selling pounds of white
She was a hustler too

Broken hearted;
A few slits on her wrist

Trust issues;
It was hard for her to commit

But then she fell dangerously
For a man named Roman

Though he wasn't a blessing
*He was an omen
Please read Part 1 & Part 2
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