If only you woke upon that final day
Woes and sorrows never been more astray

You send a prayer to who you love so
And the day that you're gone, they all will know

Picked a flower, raining petals through the yard
Each one a thought you can't discard

And when you're leaving, in place of someone's birth
Your final memories will rest here on your earth

I sit silently in a class, not exactly paying attention, but not drifting all the same.
I am stuck in that space, just before dissociation, just before conscious thought.
You still plague my mind, many years after you're gone, like you did just after the day you came.
You and I, against the world, nothing would stop us, our friendship was wrought.

I'm still in class, thinking of you, slipping away, like I always do.
I remember your hair, the purple I envied,
your manic eyes, constantly frenzied.
Your crooked bottom teeth, the rings that you wore,
your pretty singing voice, the way that you swore.

I know our memories are far and between
I wanted nothing more than to be seen
revered
loved
by you

I hope you remember me
as you are somewhere new
I hope you remember how
I loved you.

The teacher has been calling on me, my class is snickering
my head is filled with voices again, constant bickering.
It isn't the first time, and wont be the last,
that I get stuck in my head
remembering the past.

I read somewhere during church that we will always fall just barely short of entering Heaven's pearly gates, no one is perfect or deserving enough as we all sin. While Jesus is said to have taken all our sin, he left us here to be with his father on the third day instead of leaving a body to rot like the rest of us.

He may have been perfect before, but our sins will forever stain his pure innocence. God had left him for that day, let him stay covered in filth and blood and pain, his own son. he took him up and forgave him because he was the only one "without" sin. yet if he took it from us, shouldn't he be called the only one with sins?

people commit sins all the time, but we are forgiven if we say a few words written hundreds of years ago and lay in water in a building built on greed.

Jesus is said to be both 100% God and 100% Human, but that math simply cannot add up.

If the universe and everything in it was made in 7 days, we should be advancing much quicker than we have.  

People often tell me that I should be an atheist if I don't believe in all this, but that's the thing;

I do believe. I love my god so dearly. it just pains me to think that we could possibly be stuck in a cycle of generational lies and forgetting the true meaning of what we are to do as good Christians.

Love God, Love People, Follow Jesus.

Fun fact: Taking the lords name in vain does not mean saying "Oh my God" or "God dang it" is a sin. It means, do not call Yourself God. we say gods name all the time, each and every single day, every hour, every few seconds really.

Gods name (YAHWEH) is like our breath. if we live and breathe God, then we breathe his name in (Yah) and out (weh) every few seconds to stay alive.
God is our life, our salvation.

I wish to share my thoughts, fears, and beliefs with other people, and rather than be ostracized for what I think or feel in my religion, I want to feel accepted and loved as Christians claim to do.

I want to feel like I can talk about things I don't understand, what I choose to believe, and my hopes to better myself in faith, without it meaning that I am a heretic. I choose to think God would want us to accept people no matter what they choose or how they think of things.

God is the all forgiving savior, would he really care if I choose to think it may have happened a bit differently than was written by men hundreds of years dead and buried?

I breathe Christ, just the same as you.

Speak life, Poets.

It's the smallest moments
That hits me the hardest
The most insignificant ones
Yet somehow significant to me

Small, simple moments
Like getting a pizza
But not sharing a slice
Saving a funny meme
But not able to show it
Or eager to watch a series
But being the only viewer
Doing a basket of laundry
But for the smallest load
Seeing a new restaurant
But ordering just for one
Getting into my car
But only opening my door
Pointing out something cool
But only pointing for myself
Preparing for bedtime
But the bed is all mine

It's those smallest moments
The most insignificant ones
That suddenly hits me the hardest
When it's all without you

You went out to see life on your own,
To find the person I never could have known.
Did the roads you walked feel like home,
Or just another place you passed alone?

Did the mornings give you what you dreamed,
The freedom, memories and time you needed?
When the world was quiet, did you glance behind,
Or is it just me that doesn’t fully heal with time?

Did you become the person you chased to be,
And find the places you left to see?
Did it give you everything you longed before?
What came of it, I’ll never know for sure.