Have you ever wondered what its like to be in love?
It feels like a gift from above.
Here's how to know you're heads over heels.
It's kinda ideal
Sparkles in their eyes
Feeling like you won a prize
A dream come true
Your sights are finally in view
A beauty from within
Where you begin
The future awaits
A feeling no one can replace
Wait until you find the one
That lights up your world like the sun
You'll be the happiest person alive
The relationship will thrive
I hope you get as lucky as I
Now all I can do is thank the sky

And if we're no longer slaves
Why do we lend an ear to
the demons' voices?

And if  we've been saved,
then why do we still believe
we're chained?

And if we're children of God,
why do we care what the devil's prickle
Can hurt

And if we believe,
why don't we thrive?
why don't we conquer?

For we're slaves no more,
For we're powerless no more
For we're worthless no more.

The potted banana tree has borne fruit.
Light, water, fertilizer,
I gave it as needed.
Every day I watched it grow.
Every day it made me happy
to see the potted banana tree
thrive,
and not just survive,
in a place it wasn’t supposed to be.

In the black and white world

True colors show

The right from my wrongs

The wrongs..

And I, I'm always wrong

You tell me, You're here

My dreams are not shattered

But I crushed my heart too soon

My hopes, I held up on Your rope

Slowly faded into debris

Sometimes the shadows win

But I have learned to remember

How You built me from the dust

That I am here with a purpose

I am the purpose, I suppose

I have not learned to let go

Let God, Let You

In the dawn, I have forgotten that You are always here

You held me high, planted my faith more than I could ever be

And You are, 'closer to me than my jugular vein'

Nearer to me than myself I deny

Always delve in deeper and in the thoughts, I sunk

Back and forth in the darkness

And You are always near

Pull me to the ground

Although I fear

My ground was never mine

And You still shower Your Mercy on me

Though these footsteps leave tan marks on Your ground

I am still here, walking





Still here

Her eyes opened from the deep sleep,
She panicked...
Her body was wrapped in what felt like clear plastic wrap.
Trying to breathe, but she was Suffocating
How long have I been walking around like this?
She wasn't powerless though.
Wrestling, she managed to tear the cocoon that entangled her.
Gasping... she emerged out and took a deep breath in.
Alive, shes alive.
Stepping out of the cocoon, she smiled.
Knowing she was free.
She knew now she could fly.
She is me and I am her.
Soar my dear, you're alive.
Alive.

to break boundaries
redefine limits
exceed expectations
sculpt the future
to not only survive
but to thrive
in a world that wants
to hold us back

all while bleeding.

you’ve got the most delicate hands
i’ve ever felt on my inner chest.
i’m breaking apart,
completely shattering to pieces;
it might be a release, it might bring me peace,
bits & pieces, put them back together.
my legs are shaking from the cold;
you passed me your jacket.
but, this is no ordinary jacket,
it’s like a band-aid wrapped around my soul.
and maybe for a moment or a glimpse,
i let go of the past and thought,
“maybe it won’t hurt this time.”
but, i’m still shattered
and breaking to bits & pieces;
i’m breaking apart,
maybe so that i can be put back together…
properly, so that i can birth out nations & stories.
no matter how much this hurts,
no matter how much my heart is aching,
the sound is echoing,
“i want to know you more.”
i freaking want to know you more!
should i surrender?
is it even possible for me to surrender?
you can see through my skin,
you know that it’s like a storm within.
but all it takes is a hurricane –
you’re that hurricane –
to overthrow me.
is that too much to ask for?
can you shake me?
can you slap me out of this?
slap me out of my skin!
but you said, “no, i’ll do this gently.”
are you gonna tell me that it takes time?
i know you say i’ll be fine,
as long as i’m wearing the soul jacket.
ugh! surrender. surrender. surrender.
you said, “healing takes time.”
sometimes the truth hurts more than the lie,
but do i want to be lied to?
the truth doesn’t hurt!
because change is necessary.
and what i’ve dug myself into,
i know you’ll drag me out of my pity hole.
“stop hiding your heartburns and
the holes ******* in your heart.”
soul jacket, this is one heck of a special jacket!
feels like protection.
it feels better than muscular arms around my waist
from a guy who’s three-four years older;
feels better than beer chugged down
trying to pass for stronger liquor;
feels better than trying to numb myself
with “don’t make me sad / don’t make me cry.”
don’t get me wrong, i still love the song born to die.
but maybe this time,
i’ll have to cross out that line;
and instead i’ll write:
“born to thrive.”
because that’s how your jacket makes me feel.