Our Prayer

2/15/13
My words may be unto unheard ears.
And my tears may be shared.
Together hand and hand we hold on tight, gripping onto false reality.
Blue eyes, a silly laugh, a beautiful woman, Gods perfect creation.
Destroyed by mankind, dying of sickness.
We still hold on,
Gripping onto hope instead of God, He will save us and save the Angel beside me.
Because in my eyes she is an Angel,
Silly laugh, blue eyes,
Once filled with life.
God I call out to you,
Not for myself but for the dear life that lies before me.
In unheard words she calls out to you the only way she knows!
Sentences are no longer a part of her!
She is one of your children,
She followed the footsteps you gave her, now she’s here on the verge of disintegrating into thin air!
But I trust in you just as she did.
I pray and call out to you Oh great Lord of mine save this woman from her suffering and heal her like you have healed me of my sinful wounds.
Lord I cry out to you for her, I am the words, the sentences, the prayers she can not utter out!
I am her cries for help, I am, I am, I am Lord together we call out to you!
Lord oh Lord
I know of your power!
I know of your goodness!
Cleanse her from head to toe, she knows of your presence and she awaits to join you in your kingdom. No longer suffering, walking, praising, and singing of your goodness. In your kingdom where her blue eyes shine and her laugh can bring joy all around.
Heal her if not for me but for herself!
And before her final breath she’ll call out to you, hallelujah on her tongue. And in that time may you give us the strength we’ll need, for all we need is to trust in you and in your hand do I know that I’ll be fine without my Queen until its my turn to called on by you my Lord. So I pray to you my Lord the only way I know, poetry..

When the depressed mind gets to talk

Our Disguised Blind Eyes

Remember when we were told we can be anything

And we smiled with glee because for the first we felt what it was like to be free

But there’s something we are never told that makes us fall into molds

We become a copy

We never learn what it’s like to not have to second guess our beliefs or our styles before we face the world

We were never told you can be whatever you wan’t to be but before you become anything learn to become yourself

Learn to become the person you were born to be not the person that everyone will accept

There’s a difference between being acceptable and being happy

Once we enter their molds

Our hearts become cold

Our brains no longer gain

Our bodies will constantly strain

Until finally you just become a shell

Of another that fell

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Tick Tick Tick

Tick tick tick
The sound in my ears a perpetual reminder
Tick tick tick
Seconds
Minutes
Hours
Days
Months
and
Years
Tick tick tick
Time goes on without her
Tick tick tick
The anger boils, why do they act like we haven’t just lost such a beautiful angel?
Tick tick tick
Memories come at random filled with anxiety and unwanted tears
Tick tick tick
The ghostly feel of your existence
Tick tick tick
Grief has consumed me and I prey that time heals me other then this reminder that the world still spins no matter what
Tick tick tick