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Angela Rose Jan 2018
I used to want to save you
I used to want to be your answer
I used to want to be your guidance
I used to want to lead you to happiness

But I still haven't been saved
And I still don't have any answers
And I still lack all guidance
And I still don't have full happiness
yellow-thoughts Dec 2017
my drug and addiction

i have to drink coffee
or else my head wants to explode
but like in medical terms
it's my pain killer

but in the same time
coffee makes my hands shaky
and heart too fast and
i want to do everything at once
and nothing at all

i really don't like coffe
it tastes like nothing
like burned sugar
and its blackness scares me

what should i do?
if i don't like my savior...
what's your relationship with coffee? xD
Alec Dec 2017
If you want to save the world
Prepare for just bad news
You can not save the heartless and cruel
You can not change the unwaverable

You can not convince those who refuse to see.
You can not help those who do not ask
Your love means nothing to those who don't love you back

Prepare for utter disappointment
For it is not a 'you give and you take' it is a 'you give and they get'
There is no balance to them
No yin and yang
No give and take
Only get and take
And a sweet, innocent personality to fake

But it's all an illusion
You mean nothing to them
You keep wasting hours and hours
Doting on them, but only giving them more power
Power over you that gets to their head
An infectious disease

They now hold everything over you, and all you can do is plead.
Plead for them to stop
Plead for them to let this drop
Plead for them to leave you alone
You wanted to help, not feel hate like you’ve never known.

How were you to know this hate existed?
You’d grown up in a world where people always listened.
This is completely new to you
These collective hateful, restricting, and narrow minded views

You wanted to save the world.
But the world didn’t want to be saved by you.
Fox Friend Dec 2017
The clear blue sky seems to stretch endlessly
Peace; all is calm
Countless blessings have been received
My heart is full
Gradually the dark clouds press down
The storm arrives
Memories of joy and comfort feel worlds away now
An unreachable light
Guilt consumes me for feeling weak and wanting to give up
Have I not been blessed?
Chaos consumes me and I am unable to stand for another moment
I fall to my knees
My cries - I assume - cannot be heard over the raging torrent
He hears me
The turmoil does not cease, but He has come to my aid once again
My strength is renewed
With restored hope and an invincible support bearing me up
I face the wind; resilient
The times I fall give meaning to each opportunity I have to rise
I am determined
Heavy clouds begin to disperse and the thunder is now a distant murmur
Calm is on the horizon
The gloom is disrupted by light piercing through the cloud’s heavy cover
A decision is to be made
Does the contrasting light give me the power to press forward?
I fear it does not
For my gaze is still fixed upon the churning storm
What little faith I have!
The storm is never going to pass, though it may rest for a season
My heart aches
I yearn for the blue skies to encompass me again
The desire to quit is unbearable
Tender mercies are sent to help me realign my will to His
My perspective shifts
As I allow myself to open my heart and lean on my Savior, I will be taught
His ways are higher
Frustration will consume me if I am not cautious and willing to listen
The Spirit is my constant companion
When the nights drag on and the merciless storm rages unceasingly, I will wait
Those piercing beams will return
Until the light breaks through though, I will look to my Savior as He lifts me
I do not know where we will go
But as long as I let God guide us, I know that our destination is Home
My trust is in Him
Alec Dec 2017
It’s not about you
I promise that much is true.
I know you want to help me
But i cant be helped or saved you see

I confide In you
When I’m feeling blue.
Because i know you always make me feel better
You take away the hurt.

But when i hurt myself
It’s not because you failed to bring me back to health
It’s because I’m not sane
In helping me, there is little satisfaction to gain.

I promise youre helping
Though i know i make you feel like you’ve failed.
I make you want to bail.
Trust me i know, that’s what I’m always telling me.

You make me happy
When i feel so ******* ******.
That’s talent right there,
And it’s slowly changing me, but nothing is fair.

I know, i know
You take one step forward, i take two back.
I know you’re not going to attack,
I want to reach out to you
But my inner hatred declared you foe.

And i dont mean to hurt you
When i do the things I do
I know it’s frustrating not being able to force me to stop
You feel like my depression will always be on top.

And maybe you’re right,
Maybe I’m unfixable
Maybe I’ll never see the light
Maybe my anti self worth takes too much of a toll.

So maybe it is all useless,
Maybe I’m just some ****** up mess
And you’re trying to fix this
Any advance you make is dismissed.

So im sorry
Im not exactly a good victim
All i know is how to keep committing this single sin.
Maybe you should just go.
Because saving me is really not gonna be worth it, ya know?
Jim Marchel Dec 2017
My Lord
You are the Wind in my sails
On the arduous sea
When waves crash and bombard
My sea-soaked skin
And tired soul.

In times of trouble
No storm can subdue my faith
In You;
You are with me,
The Footprints on shore beside me,
The Voice in the gulls that flock
And lead me to spoils.

No force of man
Or circumstance
Will sway my soul
For I am yours.
I pray, O Lord,
My soul to keep,
Please helm my ship
And lay the waters down to sleep.
Jay Dec 2017
You wanted to be
My savior
My rescuer
The one to spirit me away
From all the hurt

You wanted to be
The one to fix all
My issues
And solve
All my problems

You wanted to be
The one to glue the
Itty bitty shards of myself
Back together

You wanted to be
My savior
Was it because you thought
That I was too weak
To save myself?

You can be many things
But I will not allow you
To be my savior

I am the only one
Who can save myself
That's the wonderful thing
That's the awful thing

In the end
I am the only one
Who can save myself
I am the only one
Who can **** myself

I think that you
Wanted to be my savior
Because you wanted to
Rescue a broken girl
Glue me back together

But instead of glue
Which leave broken glass people
Weak after it's all together
I used the scorching
Fires from that suffering
That you weren't allowed
To take me out of
I forged a new self from those flames
One made of steel
Instead of glass

I may have lots of
Burn scars
From smithing myself
But I think it's better
Than no scars at all

You wanted to be
My savior
Perhaps it wasn't because
You thought I was too
Weak
But maybe because
You didn't
Couldn't
Trust me to
Try to save myself

maybe you were right
But I'd rather not have saved myself
then have someone else
save me
over two billion people
these days are waiting to commemorate
the birth of one whom they consider
humankind‘s savior

it happened more than 2000 years ago

since then it has not really been established
from what he has saved us

looking at our history
does not help much either

maybe this is a good thing
such indeterminacy can be quite uplifting

after all
who does not like to be saved?
LISH Dec 2017
It might be cliche to say this but
Christianity saved me
I almost died and had a man watch me
Girl met boy and fell in love
Love is blind
Yes we get it
But this man loved me so much with a knife
Cut my wrists open and let me bleed
Slowly did the blood come out and drip
It was my sacrifice
I loved him so ride or die right?
I will die for him
Then made the cut deeper every once in awhile
Let me bleed even faster
Put me in the shower and start to run the water
My smile turned weak
My face became pale
But I loved this man
So i painted a perfect mask
Plaster it on my face
And it was so perfect he believed
He believed he was saving me
Saving the world from me
Loving me better than any
Was he sick or was I?
Letting me bleed right there to death
Then my mask starts crack
My voice leaks out
I am close to death
If I will die, I shall die alone
Be it my own destruction
Not one of a man
Kick him out close the door
Go to the comfort of the blood soaked shower and sit
Grab the vines from roses and a stitching needle
Sow my self up filled more with pain
Put on a sweater and act like they are not there
Remake my mask so perfect I believed it
Go out Smile
See people smile
Love life smile
Yes my mask is smiling
But his shadow never left me
Painfully rip off my mask
Proves he owns me
Drag me into the shower
Memories there still haunt me
Grab a scissors and starts cutting
Bleed more once again
I can't breath or speak
The shadow is choking me!
Tears roll down and im thinking this is the death of me
Then my lord came in
Defeated his shadow and took possession of me
So I may be cliche to say this
But Christianity saved me
He took me and stitched me perfectly with the right thread and helped me
I am not afraid of my scars
So when I say Christianity saved me
I don't mean he made me live my life right
He didn't take me from drugs and alcohol
When I say Christianity saved me
I mean he took me from living a dead life to I'm alive
When I say Christianity saved me
I mean he saved me from wanting to beat that shadow and run into that shower for real
Not figuratively but real
Made my life worth living
My death mean nothing
So it may be cliche to say this but my Lord God saved me
Marlie Lynch Dec 2017
For a while it took away
Her smile
And in its place left
An almost-hidden frown
That would try to stretch up at the corners
And then fall
        back into place
As if the sadness in her eyes
Told it                               “not right now”
And it hurt
Not only did the chemo hurt
Not only did the needles hurt
It hurt to see her
hurt

For a while it took away
Her will
To think positively
To get out of bed
To shop, her favorite hobby
And for a while
it took her laughter, and its contagiousness

But as her hair fell to the ground
At the swift claws of that razor                         Something changed
Because no matter what it took away
it could not, and would not, ever, touch her                      Faith
Everything she lost made that faith stronger
And in that faith she again found

Her smile, her will, and her laughter

She began to feel the beauty in the struggle and the sense of how
benign
it was to He who
Created her smile, her will, and her laughter

I don’t see how anyone can look into the eyes of someone who has suffered, blue eyes that shimmer with the light of a faith so strong it’s become deeply embedded into them, and say there is no Savior

I can tell you that when I look at Nan, and see her will, her smile, her laughter, I can tell you that I’ve seen the wonders of faith first-hand. I can tell you that yes, I’ve seen a Savior
My aunt, mentioned in the poem as "Nan," is now free of breast cancer after 6 months of chemotherapy and a double mastectomy!
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