Saturday, February 19, 2011

Dear Father, relieve me. Take awway all these things my mind swears it sees. The images of lies my brain devises. The unclear motives that left me all but speechless, and the words that bear my touch.

Father, love me. Show me whatt is so easily written off as excuse. Timme and time again. Time and time again.....You are my closest friend. How could I ever forget? How could You ever forgive...




Lord, give me body. Make me full. Make me healthy.
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Monday, February 7, 2011

*...Hank of The Sinking Pit...*

Is it too much to ask for a peace of mind? As in the piece missing from mine. But I guess that's why I share my pain through telling a story of someone else......Once upon a time

There was a man named Hank. Hank spent the last 5yrs of his life in secret relationships, as in whoever the girl was he was seeing, she wasn't keen on letting everyone know that she was interested in Hank. This wasn't Hank's favorite feeling, to say the least.
In fact, it made him feel worse than yesterday's trash.
But helplessly, Hank was hopelessly attracted to attention and admiration of attractive young women....who can blame him?
So time and time again, despite the feeling he would get that would make him want to vomit up whatever it was he ate for dinner the previous night, he fell over and over again for tempting little vixens.

One girl he met promised him forever happiness ...he felt at peace.
Then she got bored and met someone new....
Another promised good times.... as long as he didn't come between her and her boyfriend..Hank had no part in that
Another girl want Hank so bad, and made him think she really did like him more than anyone else....but what she forgot to mention was she only wanted the touch of a man, and she got it, and then got it from 2 other men .......Hank felt like a used condem
One girl was shrouded in mystery, how they met, who she was, and especially what she wanted...Hank fell hard for Mystery ...but then the solution to the mystery eluded him and he was back to square one....
Over and over things happened this way. Hank began to develop an untrusting frame of mind even though it was against his overly trusting heart. He probably sttarted to think that if a girl really thought he was actually worth getting to know, then she'd be willing to do the work tto undo what he had been through...sure its a little unfair, but he figured it was unfair to be treated the way he had been by all the rest previously
And again, who could blame him

Soo, we leave Hank in a pit of his own making. A pit sunk deep by his growing paranoia of untrustfulness. Will Hank ever feel the confidence to climb out of this depression? Will someone come along and feel he may just be worth dropping a rope down to save? Who can be for certain...
Until a truth develops however, He shall remain...Hank of the Sinking Pit
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Sunday, February 6, 2011

I used to draw, write , and sing...but all I have the spirit for is to lay here silently ...is this anyway to dream? As sound as it may seem, just bbetween u and me, do u see this ending tragiclly?

It feels as tho im left to feeling a crunching hunger in my gutt again..I wish I could convince u to not give in...but I feel u will begin

Im a heap of troubled trash, I swore I said that before....i've honestly been working day and night looking for what it is im searching for...if I find it maybe I can reassure myself of some self confidence, but if I don't the garbage wont be enough to hide the scent of doubt
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Saturday, February 5, 2011

All these words choke up around my tongue and clog my throat. My stomach aches as if it has been neglected for days going on weeks.....my knees are weak, my fingers shake with a cold shiver... I turn off all the lights and huddle in the corner of my now dark room, curled up in a bundle of blankets searching for warmth where my body cannot attain it itself. My heart used to be a furnace fueled by happy lively thoughts that radiated comfort through and around my chest...but now...now there's something missing...where's the fuel gone to?

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