She

She’s branded like an animal, experiencing insufferable pain in the hands of inequality.  She knows not what she has done wrong, she only knows that she’s being persecuted for being herself.  It isn’t uncommon in the history of our existence to notice how often she has been oppressed.  Nobody recognizes that she is a human first and a woman second.  Why must she be hurt for the latter when the real flaws are fully realized in the first?  Nobody deserves ill-treatment because we are all humans first.  We all possess a variety of flaws because we are humans.

Surely he has the physical capacity to inflict pain on her body and in her mind, but what she lacks in physical strength to match his she makes up for in spirit.  Her spirit overpowers his physical strength as she’s able to overcome the damage while it haunts him for the rest of his life.  He wasn’t the least bit concerned about how she’d feel in the aftermath, but is baffled to learn that his mind is taking over his body, torturing him for his crimes while she continues to flourish despite the violent past.  Knowing that she has lived another day, her spirit and positivity have grown stronger.  The oppressor failed his task to break her permanently because her spirit has built her back together.

Men, treat her with utmost respect and nonviolence because you wouldn’t be here without her. She has lived a beautiful life regardless of the violent interruptions.  She has lived and gotten stronger each day for herself and for you.

Have faith in her, for she is your Creator. She loves you despite the numerous flaws in your character.  Look into her eyes and disregard the colorful tint of the iris.  Your reflection should tell you that she’s looking right back at you, watching over her best creation.

Send Up A Prayer

I’m not one to write blog posts like these, ya know, telling people what to do.  However, today’s post is going to be a little different.  What I’d like to communicate to all of you today is that it’s time to think of somebody that isn’t you.

I used to be an atheist because I thought it was rebellious in high school and then I actually had passion for my atheism.  Ever since sophomore year of college where I was struggling at my new college, I’ve resurrected my faith in God.  Actually, “resurrected” is not the correct word because I never had faith in the first place.  I believed in what my parents taught me was right.  Sophomore year of college, I had become ACQUAINTED with the power of faith and prayer.  It was great, you know, just talking to God about whatever and having faith that I would do well on an exam or something important to my life at the moment.

I learned that I was not utilizing these principles correctly.  What’s wrong with having faith that you’ll succeed or praying that you’ll succeed, you ask?  Nothing.  Absolutely nothing.  I am trying to make the best of what I was blessed with in order to become a better man every single day.  I discovered that I was praying for myself and only myself, as well as just having faith in myself.  Yes, there is nothing wrong with having faith in yourself or praying for yourself, but I learned that faith and prayer work in other ways as well.

I began having faith in others and praying for others.  Currently, I’m in the position now where I don’t pray much for myself anymore; I pray for a family member, a friend, a pet, someone that I may not even know, or all of the above.  I know some out there may not agree to the power of prayer or faith, but this doesn’t mean that you can’t have thoughts about others.  Have thoughts and hope that someone else out there in the world is having a great day or persevering through their daily struggles.

Prayer, faith, thoughts, and hope for others.  It’s not too much to ask, and I guarantee if you’re looking for ways to better yourself, reaching out to others with kindness is a great start.  Let ’em know you’ve been praying for them or thinking about them.  Knowing that you’re on someone else’s mind is a feeling unlike any other.

Free My Heart From The Cold

I am a recipient of abhorrence and hatred.

The chaos of it all coats me while I’m naked.

This wicked flare leaves my beating heart cold

While my soul is burning and is something to behold.

A monstrosity steals my soul as my body freezes,

Around my heart a sheet of ice tightly squeezes.

Our love was warm until this very day,

I want to feel this pain before I fade away.

My heart will bleed even when the beat is slow,

My burning soul goes about the world without its halo.

A tear melts from the crevice of your frozen colored eye,

You lay me down a final time where I will die.

You kissed me one last time just to show your Love

Before I’m gone and ascend into the sky above.

My eyes are sealed and my life is deafened,

You’re even more beautiful when I first look down from Heaven.

One day we’ll reunite in Paradise and then we’ll dine,

Before you go cold, I will bring the sun up and let it shine.

Our love still goes strong, let this be a sign

To show the world that you are still mine.

Tears

Look beyond the glass walls of her body

And you’ll see the torment suffocating her heart.

Her beauty has been painted with scars,

A new source of painful memory.

Your hauntingly dark eyes stare deep into hers,

Watch as her tears melt the color of her eyes.

Her tears trickle down the rest of her body,

Melting whatever color composed her beauty,

Leaving her entirely grey and damaged.

Nothing but streaks and scars remain from

The violence you’ve imposed.

Your hand has silenced her long enough,

For her scars mean survival,

And you’re trapped in this world,

Lonely and fading.

Rest Her Bones On Me

I thank God every day for this gift, this blessing.

Her flesh is obscured by the skin that imprisons

Such a beautiful character, preserved in everlasting darkness

That will never see daylight.  Her elegant soul travels

Through each kiss to unite with mine within my own realm.

This is a love story that will not wake the dead,

For our souls will not intervene with such a loud world.

This is a love story that takes place within our own bodies,

A silent love that only we can understand.

When it is our time to pass, I pray that He rests her bones on mine.

This may be our final resting place, but our souls will permeate

Through the cracks of the physical Earth and journey elsewhere.

This is a love story that will never end just because our hearts stopped,

Our souls have been acquainted through each kiss we shared.

Hand in hand, we will continue without that crippling pulse.

Our hearts were the center of our universe, but our ghosts have taken over.

We will not haunt, only continue what we’ve always had.

 

Lights Out

Blind and deaf, how does she know if she exists?

She fails to see her place,

She struggles without the beautiful sounds flowing

Throughout her aura.

Touch is her only sense of existence,

Something to truly remind her that she’s alive

In a world of darkness.

It’s dark deep inside the chambers of her mind,

Yet she cannot hear her own thoughts.

Her mind is as dark as the world she cannot see,

And as silent as the world she cannot hear.

He approaches her with a light touch of his hand

To let her know that she is not alone in the darkness.

He prays she could hear the words he has spoken.

He wants to say he loves her, yet she cannot

Hear or see his displayed affection.

Don’t turn away.

Her eyes remain open, yet they yield nothing.

He guides her into the welcoming safety of his arms

To bring her peace from the darkened abyss

That is her mind and her world.

The heat of feelings are exchanged between the two.

He looks into her ghostly eyes,

She doesn’t know what she’s looking at.

She can only feel the love that he has for her

And the love that she has for him.

Their love doesn’t need to be seen or heard

In the forms of physical affection or words,

It can’t be seen nor can it be heard.

Their love is an intense feeling residing deep within their beings,

Even when the lights are out.

They Died For Me

The angels hang by the tightening nooses of their halos.

The halos illuminate the room with a piercing white light

That glows upon my mortal face. Their eyes lock

On with mine, they are aware of my presence.

I am weakening like they are, but I have nothing to give

To express my gratitude to my guardians.

The halos are losing their beautiful glow,

Darkening the room to a blind Nothing.

They’re suspended in the air by the heavenly noose

While their elegant white wings disintegrate to black ashes.

They promised me their strength and faith in me

Would never dissipate in this world.

Below their feet, while shaking violently till their last breath,

A blinding white light shines, illuminating the room

Without the influence of the Sun or Moon.

The streaks of light swirl about the angels

And then pierces through my mortal being.

My heart no longer bleeds, as the angels

Have bestowed the powers of strength, love, and faith.

The eyes of my guardians have finally sealed as they

Dangle from their halos. All lights have gone out,

Revealing the world of Nothing we’ve all feared.

My heart begins to thump uncontrollably until it

Enlightens the world to a glorious sight.

I can no longer see my guardians dangle from their halos,

I’ve entered a beautiful world I’m familiar with

That drowns in chaos.

I’m on my own.

Strength. Love. Faith.

She’s Beautifully Broken

She’s branded like an animal, experiencing insufferable pain in the hands of inequality. She knows not what she has done wrong, she only knows that she’s being persecuted for being herself. It isn’t uncommon in the history of our existence to notice how often she’s being oppressed. Nobody recognizes that she is a human first and a woman second. Why must she be hurt for the latter, when the real flaws are fully realized in the first? Nobody deserves ill-treatment because we’re all humans first, we all possess a variety of flaws because we are humans.

Surely he has the physical prowess to inflict pain on her body and in her mind, but what she lacks in physical strength she makes up for in spirit. Her spirit overpowers his physical strength as she’s able to overcome the damage while it haunts him for the rest of his life. He wasn’t the least bit concerned about how she’d feel in the aftermath, but is baffled to learn that his mind is taking over his body, torturing him for his crimes while she continues to flourish despite a violent past. Knowing that she has lived another day, her spirit and positivity have grown stronger. The oppressor failed his task, he has failed to break her permanently because her spirit has built her back together.  He’ll live the rest of his life with poisoned memories.

Treat her with utmost respect and nonviolence because you wouldn’t be here without her. She has lived a beautiful life regardless of the violent interruptions. She has lived and gotten stronger each day because of you and for you.

Have faith in her, for she is your Creator. She loves you despite the numerous flaws in your character. Look into her eyes and disregard the color, your reflection should tell you that she’s looking right back at you, watching over her best creation.

Until My Dying Day

Until my dying day, I will gaze up into the blue sky as it fades to a darkness that cannot be chased away. I’ll be waiting for the white blinding glow of an angel’s halo to dip from the starless sky, illuminating my face with hope. An eerie silence will permeate through the cracks of my soul, poisoning my brain, bringing peace of mind. The halo will continue to drape down the walls of the atmosphere until it wraps around my neck and begins to strangle me. The glow will render my body transparent as peace will travel through my ice cold veins until my visible breath no longer lingers in front of me. The angel will then reel me up on her angelic noose, bringing me out of this world of hatred, and into a realm of white shine infected with peace, ruled by my Creator.

The flames of Hell were reaching the surface underneath my feet and burning them. The flames will never reach my heart though. My heart and mind are far above the reach of Hell. Instead, they opt for the blue of the sky.

Hell will always be beneath me, forever burning my feet but never my heart.