Thursday, November 5, 2015

I'll Walk With You



It starts always so innocent 
It says it's a joke 
Then the joke becomes a rumor 
The rumor says it's true 
Then the lie starts growing 
And growing 
The lie becomes a fact 
Then all the hurtful words start to pour on you
It's raining words 
That pierce you
As the words come forward 
Its hand grabs your throat tightly 
Then stabs your lungs
You're almost out of air 
Why don't I just give up? you say
But somewhere inside you
Says no, you're worth it 
You're loved 
You're accepted 
Look around you 
You are worth it
You will get through this
Take my hand 
I'll walk with you 

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

My Thoughts


My mind is paralyzed 
By the thoughts 
Of how I'm not worth the life I breathe
As tears paint my face 
Shaking my head back and forth
To get a chance to think of something else
I'm blinded by self doubt
As I tremble forward 
Trying to move on
I fall down to my bruised knees 
I shriek until I can't anymore
It seems that I care more about my thoughts
Than myself 
As the sun burns my skin
The flowers die in my hand
My bone are heavy from the pain
I can't move anymore
God!
Help me!
With a small voice says you are worth more than heaven's treasures
My chains are broken 
Sun doesn't sting 
And the burden on my heart is gone 

Write Love on Her



She is confused
Overwhelmed 
Sad

She thinks she is ugly 
He thinks she is worth more 

She wants to end her life 
When he can't live without her

She cries until there are no more tears 
He holds her as long as he can 

She loves him
Because he writes love on her 

Everyday in the mirror 
She will see his love on her 
She is happy 

Monday, November 2, 2015

Light into Dark



Good-bye Sun
For I won't see you again 
Good-bye light blue sky 
I'm not coming back
Moon will be my light now 
The navy blue sky, my background 
The flowers that once were colorful
Are brown, dry, and wilted away
The trees that once were filled with fruit and green leaves
Now are bare and lifeless
Lifeless
That is what I feel
I am an angel that turned into a demon 
I don't recognize this forest
I don't recognize myself

I Will Wait
















Wait, and he shall come
My eyes haven't see 
Not my mind had imagined 
One detail of him
For love is not a treasure to be found 
It simply will bloom when the time comes
My life is Yours, Oh God!
And his shall be too
My love will come from You
For my sinful love can not satisfy his heart
There is no two in a partnership 
But three
For when I have waited 
And when he comes
We shall praise You
And become one in Your presence 
But for now, I shall wait 
For this is not my life 
This body is not mine 
And You have blessed me with it
I shall be impatient 
I know I will 
Lord, give me the strength to wait
For him
Because I know he is waiting for me 
I will be faithful to him
And I will wait 
For him

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Good Kind of Bad














No one knows my story
Only parts of it
God?
Can you hear me?
Well, I have one question for you
Where were You?

Where were You?
Ugly and fat
They showed a mirror of myself
Saying I wasn't worth it

Where were You?
When my love started to describe me as a toy
That he could play with when whenever he wanted to
No permission needed to him

Where were You?
When I shrieked at the top of my lungs
In overwhelm of the pain
When I past my limit

Where were You?
When I had to leave my home and friends
I cried for days an days
Yet no response

Where were You?
When all the ones I trusted
Were soon lost
And I was alone

Where were You?
Tears became blood

Blood painted my arms
It helped me in a way
Because sometimes you need the bad
To know what was good.

This is a Story















This is a story
About everything and everyone
We are all writing our stories
Each day we continue our story
Because it is our decision
To write what happens next

This is a story
Writing about all the hurt and betrayal
The tears that fall
The crisis that rises
Wondering if there will be an ending
To all this pain

This is a story
Each chapter is a new beginning
A new change
Each book is a person
Because
We are all stories in the end