The Countdown

My body is detached from pain

My heart and flesh are not of one accord

But yet my pain is endless

And my joy non existent

My heart is overburdened

And happiness flees my soul

Crystal ice is my companion

A throbbing head my succour

I want relief from this pain

I want out of this torture

I want to crawl out of the darkness,

But gravity keeps pulling me back

I see light just beyond my reach

Silently mocking me

Its taunting jeers are my lullaby

As I once again beg for death

To take me

And release me

To lift me from this eternal abyss

But alas no one hears my cry

Not even death is merciful and kind

As I plead and beg to be released.

My countdown to life begins

To light

And love

And all things nice

But my heart is weary

And my flesh is weak

Im tired of trying

And I’m sick of fighting

I don’t think I’d make the last day

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The Writer Parody

Hello everyone,

I guess we all know about The Writer competition that’s going on at http://www.thenakedconvos.com yes? Well, if you haven’t heard of it, then you are officially a LASTMA official, and you should hurry to http://www.thenakedconvos.com/thewriter   asap, and while you are there, let me mention that Obi J and Tipsy Filly are both friends to this blogger, so you know what to do when you get there right? You don’t? You vote of course! Come, how did you find my blog sef? Anyways, i’m supposed to be a part of those lucky ten, but procrastination killed my hopes. Starting from the TWO Competition to this The Writer one, I procrastinated till the very end. But anyway, hope is not lost. I have decided to do my own competition here for myself by myself on this my own blog. However, I’m going to have a friend join me on her own blog as we go on, so nottoworry, you’d get to see more than my own writing. So this is how its gonna go. I’m going to post a story up each week (amen) following the theme set by The Writer competition for that week. Cool eh? Yeah, I know. *wears cool shades*. B) So I’m kicking this off with the first theme Mothers. You;d see my post shortly. And before y’all kill me with comments, the only thing I’m taking from The Writer is the theme, none of the rules apply to me! Not the word limit, or time limit or any other thing. Okay then, here goes the post. See you on the other side!

MOTHER NATURE

Squealing and pale

Each breath taken

Discomfort to its insides

A gift from you to us

With so much love

A continuation of our being

An extension of ourselves

And a replica of what you are

We love you Mother,

Blood seeping into the ground

Beautiful and gruesome all at once

Loss and love in one breath

Cut down harshly

But taken with such softness

It belies what we see

We feel the hurt

But we know the strength it took

To take away even more pain

We love you Mother,

Bodies gyrating to an ancient rhythm                 

One of soul and love and covenant

The promise by blood

Made wordless, as one

A connection of mind and body and spirit

Functional and spiritual

Beautiful and pleasurable

A gift from you

To take us beyond ecstasy

We love you Mother,

The fragrance of bloom

The radiance of colours

Sweet sonorous sounds

Fearful noises of power

Inter dependent on one another

A combination of joy and fear

Love and hate                            

Born of one line, bound by one cord

Inexplicably linked

We love you Mother,

Hunter over prey

Prey over hunter

The will of the Supreme supersedes

As to which shall take the trophy

The crushing of the weak beneath our hands

The fall of the strong to become nothing

The crunch of bones to fill a belly

The hunter and the hunted

The hunted and the hunter

A never-ending cycle

Balanced by your grace

We love you Mother

Anarchy reigns supreme

Mothers children turn on one another

The struggle to rise

To see what lies at the top

Makes us forget who we are                                

And the cord that binds us#

The link that holds us

We trample on mothers head

And kill our mothers children

And then we cover ourselves with thin veils

To hide the truth of what we really are

We forget,

Oh we forget,

That mothers know all and see through all,

But she never takes offence

Oh, not mother,

Her provisions for us never stops                 

Her love for us never wavers

Thank you mother,

We love you Mother Nature.

Leaden Steps

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Tears streaming down my face,

Curled up in a fetal position

I pick up my phone and my cherry voice answers

The whole charade again

My pillow is wet from continuous weeping

My heart is heavy from unshed tears

My cheek is moist with the drops from my eyes

Its nothing but a normal day

I watch the ticking of the clock

And wonder when exactly things went so wrong

I don’t have to search too long

The answer comes unwanted

With every step I’m pushed back

With every step I do something wrong

Will I never leave this place

This sad place of tears and pain

To which I have been confined for so long

I seem to be taking steps moving and growing

But deep in my heart I know the truth

I haven’t moved an inch from here

And I probably never will

Thank God for continual grace, to help us up each time we fall. This post was a message for me, was it one for you too?

Full Of Roses Inspirationals

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Boy don’t we all know this one. Falling short of Gods glory. Failing Jesus or the ones we love. At times it can seem as If we never knew Him or know Him. When we deny Him or His words. When flesh takes over and you leave a trail behind you that leaves others to question If you are really His. How do you think all of those who asked peter if He was with Christ, felt later seeing him preach knowing he denied Christ three times? I’m sure they didn’t have much faith in him at all. So did peter stop doing the will of the Lord? At first he did. He went and hid himself away from everyone. He was broken most likely beating himself up.

Some of us harden our hearts and turn away from God until he calls us back to Him. The important thing is…

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Grandma

A precious stone

A rare jewel

An amazing woman

That’s who she is to me.

With the strength of an eagle

The agility of a teenager

The memory of a youth

The charisma of kings

The bearing of royalty

The wisdom of solomon

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She’s ageless to me.

Beautiful within and out,

Like fine wine, sweeter with age

That’s who she is,

This woman I so loveImage