Your Love God

I don't need the things of this world,
They are as temporary as a blink,
And I don't care what they think,
I'm in love with you,
Everything you do,
Your love God is the only one that can satisfy,
It is endless like the sky you created,
Its is something I can't deny,
For only you can make me full,
And make me see the truth.
You encourage me when no one else will,
My heart is yours still,
The world's current is strong but I won't be shaken,
And I want to be taken to where you are,
So don't be very far, be close and don't change,
Because you are the fortress I can go to,
You and only you are the army that fights for me,
You are on my side when the world is against me.
My hope is you, my trust is you,
You made me, me.
I'm so unworthy because you are so perfect,
I love you.

It Was Epicdary...

The day was sunny and the clouds were nowhere to be seen, I remember I looked up towards the sky and felt the cool breeze embraced my skin like a lover. I then heard my friend Caleb come from my peripheral vision and says: “You want to go exploring?” I then turn happy but disrupted from the paradise that I felt before, I nodded as we took off into the forest that was on his property at his house. I remember we had a fort we made out of wood and we made a machine gun turret out of a stick and a cable dish. We pretended that we were superheroes as we ended our base to fight the invisible bad guys. The trees around us seemed like they just continued forever into space and the bad guys kept on coming in infinite hordes. Then suddenly we saw something that caught our attention, the ground was moving! We saw it and were captivated by this bizarre sight, we had to tell someone. So in excitement we ran into Caleb’s home yelling “THE GROUND IS MOVING OUTSIDE!!” Mari, Caleb’s mom answered by saying “What are you talking about?” So we decided to show her to convince her what we were saying was true. But as we came to the location she had a kind of different reaction than what we expected. “They’re an army of ants.” She said laughing at us then walking back towards the house. We looked at each other for a second then the light bulb come on above our heads and the truth became so evident. And the truth obviously was that the ants were the problem and we needed to exterminate them, there must have been a bizzillion of them and they were eating two rabbits. We decided we must try to save the rabbits or at least get them back for killing the rabbits so we got some fireworks inside the house and lit them up and watched as the ants suffered from intense firecracker burns. They flew in all directions in burning little fireballs from the sky as we laughed so hard it felt like the firecrackers were in our stomachs. We figured that wasn’t enough for our entertainment so we lit them on fire with WD-40 and a lighter, mind you we were only 11 years old but to this day we remember the slaughtering of the bizzillion ants like it was yesterday. And not one ant survived that day, we got them all, and it was epicdary.

Blood on the Carpet

I look at my house from a distance and the the sun is peeking over the roof, it looks haunted and is definitely a "fix-er-uper"; even the gray paint on the exterior is barely even there. When I walk into my house, the door creaks like a congested frog. Even the hinges have a dents on their brass surfaces, the knob is rusty and worn. Blood has stained the carpet like a family has been brutally slaughtered by something, crimson as far as the eye can see. Hand prints of red are spontaneously orchestrated on the plain white walls. The screams of blood fill my ears, did I do this? There are guts, organs, and other body parts piled in front of the fire place and a portion of it is keeping the fire going and the smell is horrid. Gazing into the fire I feel the heat not only from the flame but from my emotions, the fury builds more than my sadness. But I don't dare go into the shadows, for the unspeakable will happen I know this because it is after all my house. I open the torn curtains as they fell to the floor then blew the dust off pictures that I could never forget. A tear falls from my eye and when it collides with the ground it sounds like a window breaking. It was getting harder and harder to breath and my heart raced like a stampede of horses within my chest. I pass out face down into the bloody carpet. Lifting my weak head from the ground was a difficult when I finally recovered from my temporary haze. I felt light-headed as my arms tried hard to keep me from falling until I could successfully stand to my feet. I turn towards the window, it was nighttime. A dark feeling crept inside like a parasite trying to control its host, its victim. It was a leech on my soul and the fear caved me into a corner; I sit down against the wall arms wrapped around my ankles and head buried in between my knees. I look up for a moment and the lights flicker like from a horror film, except I can't change the channel. Reality was tightening its grip and I was being suffocated by it, I knew it was to late to run. I bury my head again between my knees and take a deep breath not knowing if it was my last. I hear obscure sounds and calls screeching beyond the crevasse between my kneecaps, it echoed in my ear and my mind couldn't help but wonder what it was coming from. As my heart was screaming "Get the hell out of here!", but somewhere inside I knew it was no use; surviving was a figure of my imagination. Then in the midst of the chaos I fall asleep, and I never wake up.

A little girl from next door walks into the house probably curious of what was causing the uproar, maybe she even heard the tear hit the floor. But for whatever reason she entered my house, she must know you don't get out in one piece. She slowly turned the knob and called out for me as she witnessed my disgusting remains against the wall. My corpse was still in the same position almost as if it was never touched. Flies infested my eyes and my whole jawbone was exposed, ribcage was jabbed into the wall above my head and it was still containing my insides. Blood dripped slowly from the bones and some of them were broken in unimaginable angles and directions. But my heart was no where to be found.

No One Like You

Eyes open wide to what will happen next then the next second their closed,
Yet your always there lingering and plucking on my heart strings,
The chords that you are playing are new and they are refreshing to my ear,
In my heart there is not fear, as long as you are here,
I'll hold you tight whisper sweet nothings into your ear, year after year,
For there is no one like you,
No one gets me like you do,
Steals this heart from the very start,
And sets it on fire with every move you make,
I can't and won't fake what I feel inside,
Your kisses melt this heart of stone,
All I want is to make you my own,
I know your hugs can mend each broken bone,
And know I'll be there when you need me.
Just pick up that phone, and I'll stitch you back together.
Make everything all better.
Be a band aid on the wound,
Be the one who fills you up when your empty.
I don't got much but I got love, and words,
I can be the shoulder you need to cry on,
Your hiding place, Just tell me everything on your heart,
Don't hold back,
Because you know you're not just a fish in the sea,
You mean everything to me.

The Gate

I am in my backyard on a rock pathway located in the center, weeds are all that grew on both sides of me. The foul stench coming from beyond, it smelled like a odd combination of smoke and perfume. I inhale the poison and exhale with a cough; and the moment was ruined as people start beating against my gate. I couldn't see them well because a fog had veiled them into dark figures but I make my way to the rusty old gate. A raven flies by and perches on the top of the gate, I swear a grin slowly grew across its bloody beak. I continue closer to the riot that made its way to my gate as the noise grew even louder. The walk to the gate seemed forever until finally I placed my hand on a worn metal bar and called out to the mysterious people, "What is the problem?!" then the noise stopped into silence, I look around and the figures get swallowed up the deep fog. Then suddenly I hear a slightly whisper in my ear, "You are." the voice was hoarse from a lady almost sounding familiar. Did I know her? I thought to myself. The words seemed to echo infinitely in the silence then run off somewhere unknown. "You are... you sick freak." The ladies thin pale hand lands on my should and I jump in hesitation in a one eighty. Her face had wrinkles on every part of her face, I looked into her eyes but the pupils were gone. Was she blind? The skin seemed to just wrap her bones, that even malnutrition seemed like a poor choice of words to describe. "You look at me disgusted but the truth is your even more hideous than anything the mind could fathom." I argued "You don't even know me and--" She interrupted "That's what you think. Recognize my voice?" I opened my mouth as she disintegrated into a vapor with a chuckling. The name was on the tip of my tongue and on the front of my mind but the words seemed to slip out of my hand like a wet bar of soap. Trying again and again to grasp them but the words fell from my mouth like the rain, the angels in heaven were crying. Their tears made a big puddle in front of me as the rain slowly melted away my skin, and what I saw was the real me... The lady was right I'm one sick freak. Instead of hands I see claws piercing through my fingernails, and my eyes are burning a crazed bloodshot red. My skin has formed into rows of scales that are molting from my back and face. Fangs uproot my teeth as they fall into the puddle with a waterfall of blood behind it. I scream from the pain and that scream turns into a fierce high-pitched call, it sounds like a demon possessed child screaming in agony from exposure to light. I look so gross I couldn't even recognize myself; this has to be a nightmare... Trying to wake myself in vain... But its not a nightmare. I lean closer to the puddle, it's real and it's staring me in the face, I'm staring myself in the face.

What's Behind the Door

Climbing down the staircase of my house to the basement door at the bottom. Once I reached the door my hands were sweaty with suspense not because I was fearful of the dark. It was WHAT was lurking in the dark, the thought left me shaking in my shoes. Creatures of all shapes and sizes spawned from my imagination as I entered the thick darkness. I reached for the knob and grasped it hesitantly, the doorknob was a dented and bronze. Then I hear a ambiance coming from the creaky wood door, which sounded like a shrieking call of the demon wrapped in the dark. A light in the distance flickered overhead but only for a second. I saw it and it was hunched on all fours it's ugliness was suffocating. I take another step forward to embrace what I have set out to do. I feel like I'm going to be ambushed at any moment, I feel its breath on my neck wherever I turn. And I hear the pounding of my heart in my ears; its beating like a sub woofer blasting to a hip hop song. Now my hands are now shaking like a crazed psychopath ready for the kill, anticipating a kill. I look back towards the door but its no where to be seen, lost within a darkness. Remember when you were a kid and you had that first taste of fear? It gripped you into a dismal state of loneliness trying to face a creature without a face, or maybe it does... but the only thing we know is it is far from human. Then a snake felt like it was slithering up my spine and tickling with me with it vial tongue. Taranchula seemed to cover my vision then the light flashed in another heart beat. The light stinged my eyes because I've been here for a while, light seemed to be in my imagination now. "This must be a nightmare" I thought to myself but its not I knew it somehow. Another creak was let off when my foot collided with the ground. The snake wrapped around my legs and the taranchulas crawled into my ears, and as I screamed I couldn't hear myself. Then suddenly a dagger plunged through my stomach and shishcabobed my organs. And the pain brought me to my knees as the snake clamped onto my leg with it's fangs ripping off my calve muscle. Then to my back I collapsed still alive when the light turns on, the figure was the past. I threw up in its horrid face as it ripped my heart out and took a bite like a apple.

Outside & Inside

Outside

Have you ever had that feeling where everything seems like a dream? It’s a dream that for some reason you can’t wake up from, the sky is a perfect picture; so perfect it looks fake. He going down this trail alone as birds dogfight but not destroying the peace, a lake is to his right and the trees wave to the winds. He looks back on his life wishing he could change some things but knowing wishes aren’t in reality. Regrets cloud his mind wanting to take it all back to get back to where he used to be but he continues down the trail. A tear drips from his eye but he wipes it and straightens up because the world doesn’t have time for tears and pain. The tear is flung to a tulip and is weighed down by that single tear, then suddenly it downpours. The overcast covers the sun and the man is comforted by the cold shower and the harsh bitter winds. His determination gives out and he rests on a rock underneath an evergreen tree as puddles flood around him. Lightning crashes the sky which overpowers his ears from all the words from the past. He looks to the sky again from a crumb of mercy then the sun peers through, clearing almost the exact state of earlier. The man lifts himself up in amazement to see that the sun has always been in the same spot. You know remember when you were a kid and you were so careless? That’s how this man felt so careless nothing was on his mind, they seemed to disappear with the clouds.

Inside

You know the feeling of drinking hot cocoa by the fire during the Winter season? The girl carried this conversation with the boy across the table like the hot cocoa and felt as close to him as the fire. The comfort radiated from one to the other as they smile about whatever came to mind and there were no worries just laughter. There were gray clouds out but they both didn't notice, it always felt like summertime when the other was near. Eyes connecting and dance in the space between them, hearts leaning forward and closer every second. Awkwardness was no where to be seen and the memories were panning out one by one. Sound familiar? We all know that feeling just two hearts sharing the same ventricle, the secrets weren’t even kept themselves. The veins intertwined into many knots but when you pull away it’s when it hurts the most; the more secrets shared, the more time spent together, the more you care, the more it hurts. But sometimes it make you stronger, it tightens the knots. It was a wonderful sensation I will never forget, always cherish, but may never get to experience again.