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Sha Aug 2017
I allowed thorns to grow and replace my ribcage.
And I wondered why my lungs suffocated
and my heart scarred too much.

Worries are thistles masked as daisies.
I thought I grew a garden
when I built a prison.

It broke my collar bone
and my body can't move,
So I decided to escape.

With spikes hugging my inner being,
I ran to my lover
and he set me free.
Now flowers are growing inside me.
Hope makes the flowers grow
Sha Aug 2017
I fell into an abyss of anxiety that stole the life in me.
I crafted problems out of thin air
and out of overheard words.
I meditated on it.

I was poisoned by overthinking and lived
like a man on the run.
I thought I would not be able to get out.
The abyss is deep and unfathomable.

But I saw the light.
The light healed me
and opened my eyes
and then I saw the surface.

I am not in the deep anymore.
I am in a new skin that is not made for burying
but for living.
I am saved.
I am breathing again.
You can be healed too.
Deep Thought Jan 2017
This is for my generation.
  A generation full of selfies, in short for selfish.
  A generation of women murdering their own unborn babies.
Woman walk around half dressed hoping a man will grant them respect.
As they reclaim their lives, renaming it feminism at it's best.
This is for my generation.
A generation of men that rather play with their hands.
Rather than creating work out of their bare hands.
Lusting for women as if we were created for one night stands.
We are the millennials.* We're *full of worldly distractions.
Looking for our parents to be the lending tree.
Since we spend most of our money on ***** & ****.
This is for my generation.
Can't you see we're slowly dying off? We are becoming too self involved.
While every pleasure keeps causing our own demise.
We're too stubborn to realize our ways are flawed.
We mask it and look for love in other people. Yet, we feel emptier when the love isn't reciprocated. Some call this "unrequited love".
This is for my generation.
I'm here to tell you that, you are loved, you are cherished, and you can be forgiven. You can be saved, not by your works or how much money you make.
If you only believe what He did for you on the cross.
The perfect blood Atonement.
We are the Godless generation. Most would say they believe in evolution, perhaps others would mention God.
This is for my generation.
See, Jesus didn't come for the religious people. In fact, he called them frauds. He's more than just a bunch of rules and laws. In reality, He only came to save the lost. Which lead him to be hated, beaten and killed on a cross. 3 days later, He rose from the dead something Allah never did.
Now that our King is risen, He's offering a free gift of salvation. That's why it's called Grace. Being coming Christian doesn't make you perfect, don't get it twisted. I'm just a forgiven sinner by His definition.

**The choice is yours.
God selects what Man neglects.
By noon
a day begun
twelve hours before
A thought had taken time away
It is a mystery to me
   how His infinite eyes have seen the dawn of days
It's my savior that lets me sleep
Hallelujah! my King is near
With the keys to life in death
Hades and Heaven in His grasp
It is my savior my soul to keep
Let me leap in joy
   leap in love
      leap in faith
I will land between light bright is His
Grace
By your Word I see in darkness
Lord I pray in Christ Jesus alone
As I lay my head to rest I'll
   wait to be home in
The Amen of good nights
   remove me from my sinful slumber
Repent in thankfulness for Jesus died with all sin on his neck and conquered death with authority to give life to those who call upon His name Jesus Christ Lord and Savior the Creator of all who was and is and is to come and was before all things and has made all things according to His plan and remains consistent from before time for Jesus is God of all. Tetelesti
Sarah Oct 2014
Body asks for breath and you give it
and you tell yourself again about how you are worth more than crying, cowering in the bathroom stall of your high school, its the last period class of the day
Body asks for breath and you give it
take a sip and another and another until you are gorged on sweet smelling drinks surrounded by people you knew once upon a time in a dream you had as a little girl
Body asks for breath and you give it
run from every word that has etched itself into your paper thin oxygen skin, or has eaten at the pit of your stomach- worthless, ****, horrible, inferior, inferior, inferior
Body asks for breath and you give it
you've been in the dark for so long but tonight you stick your head out of the passenger window and gaze at the stars, and that song comes on - you know the one- smile erratically because you've survived for now, get lost in the song
Body asks for breath and you give it, give it, give it.
my songs: gold- wake owl, cigarette daydreams- cage the elephant, Dancing in the moonlight- Alt-J, Hourglass- Catfish and the Bottlemen
Kurt Kanawa Apr 2014
Dear Lord, I am here on my knees, crying,
For I have strayed and my faith is dying;
Holy Shepard, guide me back to God's route;
Make me pure and cleanse me as I cry out:
           Come, Lord Jesus, Come!

Lord, I undress my sinful soul to you;
I bare it all, everything's in your view;
And I feel your merciful eyes on me,
I get closer to you and say with glee:
           Come, Lord Jesus, Come!

Dear Lord, I can feel your holy presence;
In your embrace, I can taste your essense;
I can feel your passion, your fire, your heat;
And on this night I joyfully repeat:
           Come, Lord Jesus, Come!

Lord, I worship your body and kiss your feet;
Our hearts come together and share one beat;
You opened me and entered me with love,
And to this blessed act I shout up above:
           Come, Lord Jesus, Come!

Dear Lord, you cleanse me and ****** out my sin!
You penetrate my soul and place God in!
You reach to the darkest regions of me,
And instill the comfort of Christianity:
           Come, Lord Jesus, Come!

Lord, you erase all my mistakes and woes;
I can feel your power from my head to toes;
Like a white horse, you are pure and perfect;
As you work your miracle, I loudly inject:
           Come, Lord Jesus, Come!

Dear Lord, you release me from damnation,
And pour on me your holy salvation,
And I am again innocent and gay;
And as you depart, I thank you and say:
           Come, Lord Jesus, Come!
if there's a hell, i'd be in it.

(THIS IS A POEM ABOUT HAVING *** WITH JESUS PLEASE READ BETWEEN THE LINES THINK MADONNA'S LIKE A PRAYER K THNX)
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