by © Lo5t@ng3L

I remember the sound of your whisper,
The last one you said in my ear,
You told me that you loved me,
That you would always be here.

And then you fell from me,
Everything dropped out of place,
You broke me inside,
Left me with a tear stained face.

Lost our whole world,
Destroyed you and me,
Tattered all that we had,
And what we could've been.

Ripped out my heart,
Caused us to fall,
You walked away,
Took my life and all.

It's obvious that you don't care,
Even though you say that you do,
I know you're lying,
Because you're not falling too.

You always loved somebody else,
And you say it's not fair,
Because she doesn't want you,
And you're not there.

She's always been ''your love,''
And that I was just your mistake,
That is what hurts the most,
That you, me and everything were just fake.

You're so damn low,
Can you see how much this hurts?
I shout in your face,
And you only make it worse.

And I don't know what to do,
Or if I can make it like before,
Because I only lived for you,
But I don't have you anymore.

by Natalie84

I've placed my heart
Within his hands
Knowing it's me
For which he stands

While holding me tight
And confessing his love
I silently thanked You
My Lord above

You have sent me
An angel to hold
A beautiful man
With whom I'll grow old

So quickly I fell
In love with this man
To make him happy
I'll do all I can

As I look within
His soulful eyes
I feel as though
I'm perched in the skies

I thank you Lord
For what you've done
I feel in my heart
You've sent me the one

A dream has come true
But sadly I fear
One day this could end
And he'll leave me here

So I pray to you
To give me courage
As I so badly want
Our love to flourish

Please place my feet
On the trusted trail
And I beg of you
Don't let me fail

by Iola

You understand parts of me that I don’t even know.
When I undertake life’s journey, You can see the goal.
The meaning of unconditional love makes perfect sense to You.
You always knew the ancient secret of the pureness of being true.

You shake me in a million ways, and bring me to my knees.
Whispering in my ears through wind and rain and trees.
I’m a seed in the palm of Your hand that You don’t want to let go.
You want it all to make sense to me in everything You show.

You bless me with a silver aura and gold sprinkles in my life.
You don’t hate me for trying and trying, cause it’s for Your spirit that I strive.
You dry my tears and write my song, You fill my being with rhyme.
My cup is flowing, my heart is silent. Your child for all time.

When the storm comes crawling, waves are splashing and the edge seems so near.
You send me shining angels from heaven to hold my hand so dear.
You toss me and turn me and keep me awake at night.
You sculpture my soul and teach me to live … every day of my life.

by ¡Britt!

I'm sitting here alone again
Struggling just to use this pen
You promised me I'd be okay
Doesn't look like it's going that way

Striving to be something I'm not
Lies in my throat are caught
I'm bleeding on the inside out
What am I even going on about?

I have the perfect life
A man who wants me to be his wife
Family and friends who really do care
So why does my life feel so empty and bare?

Is it my destiny, my fate?
Is my happiness just too late?
Sometimes I sit, wonder, and cry
Tired of pretending, running from the lies

Is it possible to be alone
When you're not the only one?
It's not like I have no one around me
But what can they really see?

They think I'm just fine
Not knowing my life is on the line
I'll let them think this is true
Funny thing is..they don't have a clue.

by Mark Spencer

Heaven is like a glass of water
The purest you can drink.

But the glass can be corrupted,
By a single drop of ink.

That's exactly what would happen
If sin walked through the gate.

Yet those who don't believe in God,
Continue to debate.

They claim to be loving people,
Doing good when they can.

Donating their time and money,
To help their fellow man.

God recognizes the effort,
When we try to do what's right.

He also sees each of our sins,
And how they dim our light.

He can't wipe away the sins,
Of those who don't believe.

So the light grows ever dimmer,
And He can only grieve.

For His many sons and daughters,
Who never knew his grace.

For those he tried to rescue,
Who refused to see his face.

They expect if they're mistaken,
Their good deeds testify.

To the Godly life they led,
Though they thought God a lie.

And though I doubt they'll understand,
He wants me to explain.

How sin that can't be wiped away,
Corrupts you like a stain.

So if a spirit is unclean,
Could it enter, do you think?

If Heaven could be corrupted,
By a single drop of ink?

by © Lo5t@ng3L

My heart is bleeding,
Chest so, so sore,
My tears are falling,
For you like never before.

It's been almost eight months,
Since you sadly left us here,
And I'm only hurting more,
With out your loving care.

I miss you so, so bad,
I can't explain how much,
I used to feel better,
With just your special touch.

I need you now,
I'm screaming out your name,
I can't handle that you're gone,
Nothing will ever be the same.

I still think you're here,
It's so hard to adjust to the changes,
Nobody is the same,
As it all rearranges.

We were both so close,
And I can't let you go,
It's supposed to be better,
But I still miss you so.

And it hurts so bad,
It's just not fair,
The anger has reached me,
And seeped through my protective layer.

And it's attacking my heart,
As I scream my life away,
I really know that with out you,
It will never be ok.

Because I can't handle that you're gone,
While you were what held me together,
I just can't cope with the fact,
That you have left forever.

by Mark Spencer

She was a beautiful girl,
Who dreamed of a beautiful life.
She had her choice of suitors,
To make her his beautiful wife.

She’d date the best looking boys,
The most popular in her school,
And all the girls envied her,
Though she was vain, and sometimes cruel.

Then she went off to college,
Surviving nicely on her looks.
The crowd she hung around with,
Were not disposed to reading books.

She lived the party lifestyle,
And dated all the handsome guys.
Because she was beautiful,
She felt like a coveted prize.

She finally met Prince Charming,
And he was a Senator’s son.
He was rich and powerful,
And she believed he was the one.

But he used her like the rest,
And in the end, tossed her aside.
He said there was another,
Who had been chosen for his bride.

Then she met a quarterback,
And they were married for ten years.
Years of infidelity,
Through which, she cried a sea of tears.

And so she finally left him,
And met a handsome tennis pro.
But she was just a trophy,
He only kept around for show.

Then, when she was thirty five,
She asked her mother for advice.
How could life have gone so wrong,
And made her pay this lonely price?

She was handed a picture,
Of her mother at seventeen.
She was very beautiful,
And had been the homecoming queen.

Her mother could have chosen,
The most attractive boy in school.
And become his Barbie doll,
To show his friends that he was cool.

But she wanted more from life,
There was a future she dreamed of.
A husband and family,
A life of happiness and love.

Vanity prevented that,
Life is more than a handsome face.
Who cares if your friends approve,
Of who you’ve chosen to embrace.

“I made my choice out of love,
And your father was right for me.
He was never popular,
But he was all that I could see.”

“And to him I am precious,
I’m the cornerstone of his life.
We faced it all together,
Through both the good times and the strife.”

Forty one years together,
And her parents were still in love.
They had the storybook life,
The kind she had always dreamed of.

A life not far out of reach,
For one who looks in the right place.
For you’ll only find conceit,
Behind the most beautiful face.

There are too many choices,
Places to see and things to do.
A world at their fingertips,
The vain can’t settle just for you.

Love is not about the face,
Because faces always grow old.
It isn’t about money,
Because love can’t be bought or sold.

Then she finally understood,
Where love’s journey would have to start.
You can’t see it with your eyes,
You must seek it within the heart.

Only then can someone know,
If they’ve found their husband or wife.
True love is the foundation,
Where you build your beautiful life.

by Mark Spencer

With all the sorrow in the world,
And the horrors that persist.
The fact that God ignores it all,
Tells me God must not exist.

I see planes flown into buildings,
Bombs set off on crowded trains,
I see children raped and murdered,
Never finding their remains.

There are crooked politicians
Who conspire to take control,
There are priests who serve the body
And care nothing for the soul.

There are people who are starving,
Others suffer on our streets.
The environment is dying,
And the cycle just repeats.

So I climbed the highest building
And screamed at God above.
I said, why won’t you do something
If you are a God of love?

Then the skies began to darken,
Bolts of lightning crashing down,
As I looked I saw an Angel
With a scepter and a crown.

He bade me to cease my groaning,
My complaints had all been heard.
The Lord, he said, had charged him with
Delivering me His word.

The Angel continued speaking,
And His voice seemed so serene,
As he shared with me the reason
Why God doesn’t intervene.

He said, the evils in this world,
Result from our own free will.
It is we who make the choices
In hating enough to kill.

But if God were to intervene,
That would take away your choice.
No more free will to make mistakes,
No more questions, no more voice.

The only will you would follow,
Would be your Father’s above.
You’d have no choice in what you do,
Or the people that you love.

Like fish in an aquarium
With no chance to go beyond.
For they do not know their choices,
And they’ve never seen the pond.

Is this what you are longing for?
Shall He make it so for you?
Do you want God to make your choice?
What would you like Him to do?

I pondered what the Angel said,
And I finally understood.
There is a price for our free will,
For knowing evil and good.

It’s our responsibility,
Our range of choices are broad.
But when we choose the darker path,
We need to stop blaming God!

He’d never make that choice for us,
Evil is ours to fulfill.
And the consequences therein
Are the result of free will.

Then I heard a crash of thunder
As the skies began to clear.
And when the Angel disappeared,
His last words rang in my ear.

“You can choose what you believe in,
Pretend not to hear my voice.
You’ll find proof of God’s existence
In the fact you have that choice.”