The stars, with all their power,
are falling like Himalayan roses.
Tonight the marble moon is burning,
mirroring the hazel flames in your eyes.

Soon the twin shadows of Gemini
will soar overhead.

While the world unravels
like a crimson dress,
tell me the moment—
the moment you knew life was good.

Dust storms, spirits, shadows
will bleed across the dawn.
Inside this truck let me cradle your heart;
beneath the darkness I’ll be your armor.

Up the sleeves of our feelings,
night no longer terrifies—
cling to the hem of my words
as streetlights spill over skin and memory.

Oh, these shadows, shadows, shadows…
I feel fear as fiercely
as I feel the fire in your eyes,
while the red sky drops like razor blades.

Until we’re clothed in a single flame,
tell me you belong to me.
There is only this night:

the marble moon in flames,
stars collapsing around us.

Turn the radio up—one last song—
and let its blaze of sound
meld perfectly with the fading.

As the end is coming near
You tell me not to fear
For you are coming back
You are going to put an end to all the attacks
The enemy thinks he’s slick
Accusing me of that and this
But how can he accuse me?!
I’ve been made clean
I am spotless through the blood I mean
Lord I hope all will see the change in me
I hope all will fall to their knees
And proclaim Jesus to be King !

How do you find your voice when you've been drowned out for so long?
How do you accept the help you're screaming for if you feel like everyone's against you? If people have been against you your whole life?
To be able to get up and shower or get ready is something I long for. To not feel so ******* bleak. So ******* useless.
I'm like a bad joke that everyone always laughs at. That everyone dumps their baggage on to later abandon.
Why did you tell me you love me if you didn't mean it? Why did you tell me I meant something if you knew you'd leave me a day later? I'm a joke people know they can get away with laughing at because I'm too ******* meek and nice to tell them otherwise.
Putting other people first is all I know. When will I start to take care of me?
I'm sorry I'm not enough mom. I try so hard to be everything you want. I try not to relapse and I try not to hurt myself, but the thoughts are getting darker and you don't notice me unless you
want to ridicule me. I'm so sorry I'm not how you want me to be.
I've felt not good enough since I was a small child and I don't think I can hide it behind doing good deeds for others anymore.
I think it's time for me to leave.

i guess my biggest fear is
giving the best parts of me
to someone who brings out the worst…
it’s stripping myself of pride and ego
while they bathe in their own illusions
it’s welcoming you to make a home of my heart
while you leave me banging on your front door
crying for comfort, dying for shelter

As I walked towards the future
Things seemed clearer.
What if I stopped here?
Would it mean the end is near?
I so wish I could tell you
How much it takes from you
To chase the inexorable;
So ineffable.
Let it be a pair of sweet eyes
A pleasant demeanor,
A complicated thing
Or a silky string.
Nothing I would let be
To take an ounce of me.

These wilted flowers that sit on my desk,
Foretold the future I was whispered of, in my head,
Once vibrant blossoms,
Now dull, devastatingly dreary,
Mimic the coldness I feel now,
That you’re no longer near me.
The candles flicker around me,
So fickle, oh so faint,
I’ll dread the moment they go out,
For then darkness will take their place.
I hear the thunder all around me,
A vicious reminder of our once booming love,
Fading off in the distance,
Then only leaving the rain and I to sob,
And I know you didn’t think I noticed when you stuttered on “goodbye”
Because the tears they welled up, and glazed over my eyes.
But I saw the crack in your demeanor, when I begged you not to go.
I really thought you meant it,
When you told me you loved me so..