#daythree
You was beat and bruised
Laughed at and mocked
People hit and spit on you
You got carelessly drug around from here to there
You were laid on a wooden cross
Nails were hammered into your arms and legs
You were whooped and stabbed on the cross
Then you died but you did not stay dead long at all
They thought you was going to stay dead forever
They thought they killed the creator of the earth
You moved the stone and rose in perfect body
Your still alive today and you will be alive for eternity
I hope everyone had a good & safe Easter greatful and blessed that the king has risen ✝️✨
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 4:05 PM UTC
ok. my mind is implemented with scars. how I've been done wrong. I was kicked, beaten, torn apart. stuck myself in a black hole. to be undiscovered because love hurts, it hurts.
thoughts on my brain
viruses making me go insane
help. its seeping out my veins
oozing from the beneath the surface
its not worth it
let me go, with my mouth filled with foam
life's on the line
running out of time
getting left behind
nothing you can do I promise im fine
I'll be alright
don't you come back tonight
I'm on fire
body's burning
hearts scorched and burned
from the point of no return
of all the things I've learned
& I pray to God
I know you're listening
so hear me
from the clouds
fighting all my demons
begging to be free of them
of him
seeping back into my skin
scars, make me who I am
till the very end
maybe one day, no more hurting
I'll crawl out of this black hole
escaping this darkness.
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
The truth is that I love you, and that
I always will. Helpless and hopeless
romantics dream of love like this. For
the longest of times, I dreamt of the
perfect lover. I wondered how much
sweeter life would be if I found myself
in the arms of the man I love. The longer
I waited and every mishap along the way
led me straight to you. I, now, yearn for
the passionate kisses you place upon my
lips. I live for your steady breaths that
give my restless soul peace. Hearts like
yours are the reasons why I remained a
believer. Your warmth never goes astray,
and your faith gives me strength. Although
each heart withholds the same amount of
adoration, theirs will never be like yours.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
bad pair of parents these two always dressed for funerals,
wings feathered with death and flight construct a nest with cunning,
safe from predators in the branches high of a safe evergreen,
each year for four years, two crows hatches one egg, alive
share the work, feed the one, day and night, work the pair, with hope,
Caa-crows, caa-crows, caa-caa, goes the crow, baby crow has passed,
not first flight aloft with air and sky beneath the young wings,
yet from life, to Earth who claims, the prize, before four black eyes,
‘Tis the same every Spring these two, evermore a funeral
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC