Lord I just ask you to guide me, in this pouring rain.
Praying for a change
All I feel is pain..
My life on this earth feels so alone
Everyone I love has met you
Don't have anyone else to hold.
I still don't know why you chose my life to suffer this way.
Broken hearted, ashed out blac & milds, emptied bottles,
Lost in a cycle..
Im praying to be strong, like my mom said
So I'm still fighting.
Living blinded, sometimes I do feel like screaming for help
But no one reached out a hand
When they knew that I fell.
Blessed that I now have an umbrella
To protect me from the rain
Im still holding on
Cause the season has never changed.
No one really heard of this pain
Cause we all sinners
We too focused on the hopes of fame.
But that's just the flick that starts the flame
How could we hold our head up in the pouring rain
One day I shall release my spirit
Into the sun
Then reunite with all of my loved ones.
Throwback poem I wrote when I was in a storm with no umbrella.
japheth 8h
if only
i had noticed sooner
that silence
was trying to
befriend me all along,
i wouldn’t have
numbed my ears
with screams.
hello , silence. it’s been a while.
Jordan 11h
Throws the fucking shovel
Takes the dann universe
Out his pocket
Just chill broh
Nothing too look for
Anymore
Sit back
Receive patience is a virtue
Slowing down or holding down
Ram B 20h
When my world
Was whirling
I found you
In stillness
When my mind
Was troubling
I found you
In peace
When my emotions
Were too rough
You made everything serene
When I stopped
In standstill
You flowed in
When I let go
And allowed
I received
Unconditional love.
Nyx 20h
Time heals all
That we know is true
But its also has been found
That it doesn't heal all wounds

Some may be buried deeply
Hidden within our minds
Forced upon smiling faces
While people secretly die inside

Some have been printed
Like a brand upon our skin
Stained and burnt
Stopping us from letting people in

Some are renewed
On a day to day basis
Fresh cuts and bruises
Covering hands and faces

We hurt, We cry
Feeling helpless and gone
But some feel in control
The longer the act goes on

These wounds that litter us
Forced upon or not
They don't define who we are
Its proof that we fought

We fought a battle within ourselves
It was near impossible to defeat
But look at us now
We are still standing tall on our feet

And for most the fight
It'll be forever ongoing
I can't say when it will end
Its scary not knowing

But as long as we push through
Make it to the end of each day
We will eventually find peace
And our lives will no longer be grey

If time heals all
That all we have to do is wait
Because when the time comes
That will surely be our fate

Until then
Fight.
Alyssa Underwood Jul 2016
Can it love you like God loves you, with a love that is better than life?
Can it connect you to eternal beauty? Can it save you? Can it redeem you? Can it lift you out of the miry pit? Can it make you clean enough to finally feel acceptable?

Can it delight your soul to the care? Can it take your breath away with its faithfulness to you? Can it paint both sunrise and sunset across the sky to beckon your attention? Can it cause the breeze to blow and gently caress your cheeks? Can it send hummingbirds and wildflowers across your path to romance your heart? Can it parade before you the starry host and call them each by name?

Can it probe you to the depths and fill you with itself? Can it rush to your aid riding on the wings of the wind? Can it satisfy your hunger and thirst with bountiful things? Can it give to you feet like a deer that you might dance upon the heights? Can it arrange every detail of your life to draw you and drive you to itself? Can it pursue you with all the resources of the universe? Can it know you through and through and still desire you?

Can it raise you up and seat you in the heavenly realms and bless you with every spiritual blessing? Can it supply your every need out of its glorious riches? Can its grace be sufficient for you and its mercy help you in your greatest temptation? Can it pour overflowing comfort into you through all of your troubles? Can it reach down to draw you out of deep waters? Can it set you on an unshakable foundation? Can it bound across the mountains to come to your rescue? Can it make you lie down in green pastures and lead you beside still waters? Can it walk with you through the darkest wilderness and never leave you or forsake you? Can it carry you when you are weak or have fallen? Can it let you rest between its shoulders when you are weary or burdened?

Can it escort you to heaven’s banqueting table and spread its banner of love over you? Can it hide you in the shelter of its wing? Can it be your daily portion and immerse you in the boundlessness of itself? Can it clothe you in robes of righteousness and garments of salvation? Can it give to you praise in exchange for mourning? Can it bestow on you a crown of beauty for ashes? Can it turn your wailing into dancing? Can it flood you with peace like a river? Can it fill your heart with joy in the worst of afflictions? Can it know the way to lead you home? Can it refine you in its fire and bring you forth as gold? Can it capture you fully even as it sets you fully free?

Can it ever truly be your Everything?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VeKgfUGtcI0
Alyssa Underwood Nov 2015
I saw a path and ran ahead
I nearly lost my way
Your mercy caught me by the arm
To Your side You bid me stay

I put my hope in my own plans
Which soon around me fell
You stopped me short upon that road
And said, "Rest and all will be well."

I'd surrendered all, but to my foe
Enticed into the briars
You turned his evil schemes instead
Into refining fires

I couldn't see my helplessness
Until my legs were broken
Till Shepherd's hands caressed my wounds
And healing words were spoken

You picked me up and carried me
And made me feel Your favorite
You held my head against Your chest
Until I grew to savor it

You tended me with gentlest touch
Then soothed all thought of fears
You sang forgiveness over me
And washed away my tears

There is no one like You, Lord
On whom I can rely
In loss, in danger or attack
You hear this poor sheep's cry

It's You Who keeps me from real harm
Who watches my coming and going
You shield me with Your strong right hand
From darts the enemy keeps throwing

You said to all who trust in You
You would give perfect peace
Enough for mind and heart to rest
To let all worrying cease

So, Lord, I trust You with my life
Your Shepherd's heart is pure
Your purpose for me's guarded well
And Your deliverance is sure

Please teach this sheep, Lord, how to wait
And strengthen me to stand
To put my hope in Your desires
And to love Your sovereign plan

You lead me into fields so green
Where streams of life are flowing
Where healing winds blow oft' and strong
And choicest fruits are growing

You set me free to hear Your voice
To follow at Your call
And even through the dark, cold nights
I'll know You've arranged it all

Yes, storms will come with battering rains
With hail and gusts and thunder
But these are meant to beckon me
To Your wings to pull me under

For it's in the darkness of the storm
My grip's most apt to tighten
And when my heart beats next to Yours
All earthly burdens lighten
Anxiety
Goes
Writing

Yes
Past
Disappears
Want Peace?

You had shit daily

Anxious

Bad dreams

Wake screaming

Won’t talk about it

Want to die

Therapy’s the way

If You Have Been Victimized

Lesbians get molested for years and a woman was raped by 25 men but non-gay therapy helped save some lives.  It prevented them from becoming over-reactive victims like you.  Getting molested sucks but and many got help.  Only ignorant people wouldn’t get help don’t you think?


Therapist Choice

            3/4 of therapists are bad so ask, "Why did you become a therapist?"  If it shakes them it will tell you if they are victims and if so, walk out without paying at once!  Stay and be abused.  These are the words of a strong, non-victim therapist.

            "I have never been a victim and I have never abused drugs. I don't think that those people make the best therapists. Those that have gone through it have problems that are unresolved.  They cannot give an unbiased view of reality and are too busy trying to compare their experiences with everyone who comes through their doors."

                                                                            Kathi R Shell MFT.


            A good way to look for a legitimate therapist is to ask for a referral from a major hospital.  Here’s testimony from a client, “Thanks for your advice. Yep, I switched therapists and this one seems so much better for me than the other one did. It's much more intense, but maybe that's what I needed. I know I've got a long road ahead of me, but I'm trying my hardest.

Thanks,

Wendy”


          Wendy went 10 years without good therapy.  So if you're reading this from a bottle or from an explosively triggered emotional state get your head out.  

            Search low cost or free therapy if you need it but ask patients how they like it there before you sign anything.  Use the bold letter therapist test above as a final test to weed out bad therapists.


Get peace,

Doug Miura
gentlewar@gmail.com
Brother slaying brother,
Families disintegrating,
Loss of unity,
Unity of life,
Family bonds in modern times,
Mean less to people,
For some odd reason.
Annett 2d
I am the child of dreamers,
I am in love with the sky.
Some say that hope beams as sunshine,
But I find my peace in the night, clear skies.
Clear skies mean a billion stars,
A billion more.
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