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MessageOn the
tear-stained pillow
I once cried my prayers
into, I found a note:

I'm sorry.

- God

A Drink To InsanityAs I touch a burning candle I feel nothing
As I touch my heart I feel every thing.
Your ghost haunts me
As I scream for you leave me
I drink to my insanity.
As you fade to just a memory
As you fade from my memory
I drink to pull you back
To feel your touch once more
To feel again
To be whole once more.
As the wind blows throw the curtains
I feel your icy cold touch
I feel your icy lips on my head
As I scream for you to leave
I drink to my insanity.
As you fade with the wind
As your memory blows away
I drink to pull you back
To feel you once again
To let the flame within my heart
burning desperately
To make you warm once again.
As the storm brings me silence
I can hear the soft patter of rain
I can hear your voice whisper to me
The rain increases and your voice surrounds me
Telling me sweet words
The ones you used to say
The one that tore at my heart
The ones I lost myself

Heavenly tearsJust keep on pouring
Oh, heavenly tears
Bring me wisdom
Let me God be near

As holy rain of love
From above they come
May they erase all fear
Make all troubles run far off

Cover my tired face
In huge waterfalls of tears
Across my pale cheeks
Let rivers of revelation and truth appear

Take away all that is sinful
And send rightousness with me on my way
Wash my face with your blessed rain
Cleanse my soul with your holy blood

Through these pure tears
I will still remember your great name
To you, God Almighty
I will never say goodbye

Tears of struggle
Tears of joy
Tears of relieve
Because I am to you dear

May they all somehow lead me to my

RegretRegret

Regret holds me
Ties me down
Makes me hurt

Regret will stay
Nothing can be changed
It’s over

It hurts
Knowing what I could have done
But didn’t do

At the oddest times
It hits the hardest
Causing tears to fall

Pain tears at me
Squeezing my heart
Leaving me breathless

With the tears
Falling down my face
Hope comes

Hope from the Lord
Something I can’t describe
But something beautiful

I know I can’t change the past
Nor the future
Just the present

As I move forward
With this burden
I’m not alone

The Lord is here
He comforts me
He holds me

He leads me
Taking my hand
Bringing me along

I will always h

Mother, I am your child.

Look at me, caged for nine months like an animal,
When I am released I am covered in blood, in my Mother’s blood.

Look at me, Look at us, we are raised by technology,
And you have the nerve to judge us, you the one who has a family.

You might say that we are different,
But we are made from the same parts,
Bodies, Souls and Hearts.

When I am born,
I always see a closed door,
Who left it open?
Why did you left me alone?
Who left me outside?
Why did you left me to...die?

Father, you supposed to be by my side,
Mother, you supposed to heal my life,
Yet none of you were never here, both of you were just lies.

we are born to be broken,
Bu

Mother of WarFearless she stands,
with steel in her eyes,
hot iron in her blood,
and death her truest companion,
vengeance calls in every
beat of her heart.

On the distant horizon,
caught in the descending
sunlight a raven takes flight,
Morrigan's blessing
on the eve of battle.

Victory to be found
in every Roman whose blood
quenches the thirst of the ground,
mother and wife once she was,
now sword and bone are lover and child
and war becomes her master.

Surrender impermissible,
prepare for this last stand,
make them pay dearly the price,
there is nothing left but the hope
of a warrior's death.

Heed the battle cry
of Boudicca, leader of me

By Luck and a Loving Eye

Why stop in the place where I know I am only to be devoured?
As dark & cold as this wretched place, I would never accept as my grave.

There is no path on a unpaved road of improvisation. I follow the crumbs of ancient bread, onwards past growling fiends and the eyes of evil.

I bare the marks of one who has found the morbid experiences of existence. Healing is but a formality that I tend to allow, yet not always.

The cycles are made to run their age old courses, with constant and spontaneous tests to accompany my walk to a worthy Shepherd, whose face I am forbidden to see.

Unworthy, the all vigilant eyes that notice the fine print. Yet un

Praying Through The Motions

Long before I took aim and notice,
Control seemed to reject me.
Leaving my hands to a dust storm,
Where they would find only cactus and vermin.
Once in sky blue moon, with a hint of cosmos,
An Oasis would find weary eyes.
There would be the particular tale,
Later entitled, "Too Good to be True."

A bitter stumble on my tired and broken feet,
Beneath the shadow of the valley of bad luck,
Where evil was all I ever found.
Where only two hands guided my own...
Here was a crack in the dust bowl,
Where piece of Heaven laid me to bits of rest.
Though I was never wicked, my blood was,
And therefore until drained,
then true rest was to evade my grasp

HopefulA strong, warm hand grips mine,
It holds me safe and tight.
It took my hand just as I stopped trying,
His hand pulled me towards the light.
Warm light brakes around me,
The cold darkness is shattered,
I now feel so very free,
The love around me is all that matters!
I never want to return to that dark place,
I want to stay in this light forever,
I want to always stay in hope’s embrace,
This is home and I will never leave.

To feel God's powerful love...To feel God’s love...

God is my LORD. He will be for eternity. When I felt sad and needed cheering up, I would pray to him and I would know he is listening. Just the other day I felt tempted by the devil and I am so thankful I have realized it. I was scared and confused, I felt like a sheep strayed from the herd. My parents would not let me go to church and I felt like I was slowly drifting away.
But my prayers were not left unheard. I feel like God has taken me back into his hand again, (although he really has never dropped me.) It is a feeling that I cannot experience from any physical substance. God is holy, he is invisible, I cannot touch him, but I feel closer to him than anyone else I can see, feel or touch. I am truly grateful that he has taken me into his care. I am grateful I met people God has planned for me to meet, who has guided me slowly to the ways of the church. It is a miracle. My thanks for the Lord will be for eternity.
Today I decided to w

GH Homework: Existence Poem: A World Without MeIt wouldn’t be calm
It wouldn’t be chaotic
It wouldn’t be rapid
It wouldn’t be languid
It wouldn’t be bright
It wouldn’t be dark
It wouldn’t be truthful
It wouldn’t be deceptive

There is oblivion
There is silence unbroken
There isn’t nothing
But there isn’t anything

Is that selfish of me?
To think that existence ceases
When I’m gone?

I’ve contemplated it before
I’ve almost acted on it before
But then I realized that
I couldn’t imagine a world without me
Or without my family
Or without my friends
Or without that man
Who every morning sits
At the street cor

God is...God is…
The almighty, the Father, our Lord, our Shepard, our guide, powerful, gracious, forgiving, loving, wonderful, miraculous, the truth, the salvation, the Creator, the Holy Spirit, Jesus Crist,
Absolutely real.
God will not abandon you.
God will not ignore you.
God will not stop loving you,
Even if you continue to sin.
God has loved you,
God will love you,
God is loving you,
He will never let you go.
Were you tempted by the devil?
Did demons come to bring you misfortune?
I am sure,
God will save you.
Do not be afraid, alone.
Do not be sad, hopeless.
Open up to your God,
He will wipe the tears from your eye and
Hug you close.
Love you unconditionally.
He will be more than a trillion times as great as your earthly father.
Open up to your God!

I have experienced pain.
Great dark feelings that brought me to tears at times.
I have been blind, lost,
Lost without my shepherd to guide me.
I felt tempte

Rising City of Nineteen Sixty-VIIDescendant of shamanic shelters swept away
by vermin of the digital age;
Cassette tape traversal through terrestrial trials.
Time capsules grow tired of waiting,
the seeds contained within sprout tangible spirit,
through pavement cracks in correspondence
to craters left to mark erasure;
Evident to circumvent our programmed circumstantial
systematic situation - silver through back roads
as silver through networking capillaries;
Prime directive: purification.
Inherited paranoia; perpetual perceptional prowess.
Birthright of galactic pilgimage, carried on to the next generation.
Parental subtleties emerge in the vessel,
the Voyager's genetic predisposition
to accumulate acoustics;
to accelerate ascension;
to accent escalation
of the Universal Mind.

DemeterI cannot touch you,
Yellow-haired lady crowned with flowers,
Kissed by the sun.
I am in your shadow.

Was it narcissus your daughter picked
when she was dragged from the light?
Irony.
Your screaming drowned out hers
and every eye was on you.
It was all about you.
It was only, ever, about you.

I cannot pity you, lady,
With your torn clothes and furrowed cheeks.
You wail for yourself.
Comfort me, you beg – and I cannot.

You are every mother of every disappeared girl,
Standing on your doorstep with your please, please, come home,
Granting exclusive access for the interview,
Surrounded by a carefully landscaped meadow of photos,
Telling s

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What is Love

by ~infinitelove143, Oct 5, 2012, 6:08:03 PM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

What is love?
Is it the birds when they sing?
Is it the cookies one bakes
on a cold winter night?

What is love?
Is it when two people kiss?
Is it when a boy and a girl
like each other a lot?

Is love the flowers
that give off the most beautiful colors?
Is love the sun
that gives off warmth for life to exist?

Whatever love is, whatever the case,
I think God is Love; God's the definition.
He shares it with everyone unconditionally.
And because of him, we are all here.

And so I pass on God's love
on to you, sweet angel.
You are my pride and joy,
you are my love.

What is Loveby ~infinitelove143

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What is love?

This is a question many ask.

*Mittsu-chan Nov 21, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

[link] I featured this in the comment section

Hope you don't mind

~infinitelove143 Nov 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I don't mind

~dancer3358 Oct 12, 2012

Now for French !
Qu'est-ce que l'amour?
Est-ce que les oiseaux quand ils chantent?
Est-il cuit les cookies une
sur une froide nuit d'hiver?

Qu'est-ce que l'amour?
Est-il lorsque deux personnes s'embrassent?
Est-il quand un garçon et une fille
s'aiment beaucoup?

L'amour est la fleur
qui dégagent les plus belles couleurs?
L'amour est le soleil
qui dégage de la chaleur pour la vie puisse exister?

Quelle que soit l'amour, quel que soit le cas,
Je pense que Dieu est Amour, Dieu est la définition.
Il la partage avec tout le monde sans condition.
Et à cause de lui, nous sommes tous ici.

Et si je passe sur l'amour de Dieu
à vous, doux ange.
Vous êtes ma fierté et ma joie,
tu es mon amour.

~infinitelove143 Oct 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Haha nice!

...gotta love romanticism of France

~dancer3358 Oct 12, 2012

yes yes !

~infinitelove143 Oct 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Oui!

~dancer3358 Oct 12, 2012

haha ! do you know some French?

~infinitelove143 Oct 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

No I'm using Google haha XD

~dancer3358 Oct 12, 2012

haha ! Do you live in America?

~infinitelove143 Oct 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Yup

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