Who are you?
You feel so far away.
Who are you?
I feel you in my blood. My veins.
Are you there God?
I’m crying out your name. Are you there? Well are you?!
Do you even know my pain?
Talk to me. God talk to me!
Am I speaking to a wall?
Where are you?
Are you there at all?
If you are…I can’t feel you. I can’t feel anything but emptiness.
Please Lord…talk to me, just say my name.
I thirst to know you more as I fight through the crowds grabbing desperately for your feet, fighting is all I know. They say I’m not allowed near you. I can’t. I must leave. NO! Let me in, let me go! I will touch. I have to feel. I know you’re there, so close, you’re…
I came out when I was 23 and thought I had a solid foundation in Christ and my Christian faith. I spent a year or so writing for a website called lesbepure and of course blogged on my own blogs www.brokenandbruisedyetbeautiful.wordpress.com and then I lost everything. When I say I lost everything, I mean, mainly…
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I am but a girl, simplistic and complicated …loving, analytical, romantic, beautiful…I am me, a lover of people, a hater of hurt and broken hearts. I’m in love with a girl who’s eyes sparkle & light up my world. I’m gay and I love God, makes me a contradiction in most eyes, but fearfully and…
Tears drop down this porcelain face as blood from sores of past memories forgotten, remembered. Pain unknown by mind brought forth suddenly as to remind the soul “you cannot be rid of me” Shadow you daunt my view while light peaks around the corner of my hopes and whispers these are only dreams of you…