Kiss on your cheek
From the evening’s gloom.
Soft carnation, you sound
Like a boy’s dream
Still the smell of
Sorrow runs in your thin hair.
What is it, in your eyes?
Doleful doll, melancholic darling,
Your silent pout
Via today’S Word of the Day; Doleful
Ivy shadows dancing
in the wind, dying
flapping of a ghostly
A siren afar ripping through
the silence of the night,
a neighbour’s child giggle,
Do they realize it’s almost midnight?
Trying my best to warm
my hands on the last candle’s flickering
flame… But it is useless, my knuckles
are already whitened by the coldness.
I blow on them,
I rub them a bit,
They start aching…
It is a fatality. Freezing fingers
just can’t sing.
How God Saves From Suicide
God saved my life. God saves and heals.
I am living proof of that. ~Susan Walz
Please don’t give up. Suicidal thoughts can end. There is hope. Recovery is possible and it happens. I am living proof of that.
The next video is another beautiful testimony about how God saves people’s lives. The christian rapper/hip hop artist, Sevin, is another example of that.
On the following video Sevin says:
I always had suicidal thoughts as a kid… I fell into an abyss and started self medicating. Anything to numb myself.
I walked into my room and put my gun to my head. In the moment I had the gun to my head, the holy spirit fell on me. I felt an overwhelming peace and acceptance. It literally went through my body and it changed me.
God came off the pages and jumped into my real life…
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I keep writing
As if I’ll share my words with you
Then keep denying them
I hold them dearly inside
But I don’t keep secrets
I opened my book long ago
Reading from it waiting for a reaction
Satisfaction in, a me too
Then I closed my eyes waiting for grief to pass
To move beyond
But I never did
Stop searching for the social connections I lack
And that has driven me mad
So I type, write, tell stories
Places I’ve created
And wonder how many other flashes from the past can I pick up
Bring them to life
Change the endings
By creating a beginning
That never was
As I recoil in the darkness
While they say, use
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Far away from you
Is to be blue my dearest
I wait; purple heart .
Stunning photos of my garden back home; they have survived the current storm.
In response to CalmKate’s Friday Foto Fun:
Lumps inside my chest
My tongue slips when it talks
Scared of my reflection
Even if its in the dark
Mind is convoluted
My heart ran away
I talk in riddles so
its hard to admit what i feel
So its hard to see what i feel
She ran away for a better music
That plays a smile in her eyes
That stops when she realises
The reality with me that lies
I want a confrontation but
I fear the consequences
I don’t lie but i stay silent
And start a tale so tragic
That loops in circle
Every time i feel i’ve reached its edge
A world of shattered dreams,
That comes to sit upon my head;
I’m busy tearing at the seams,
Instead of sleeping sound in bed.
I’ve too much time to waste on you;
I’ve got my bills to pay.
I’ve got to find some pleasure too,
To end my stressful day.
Instead of sitting still, I’m lying down,
But do not count me out.
When you expect me least around,
You’ll drown in all your little doubt.
I cannot fear; Don’t waste my time.
I’ll beat you back with fist and rhyme.