LavenderMystt

Bad report; dark thoughts; trying to figure out   what this means to me. Why do I have any doubt? This world has no sting. Let this anthem ring, "I am the healed of the Lord!" You took those stripes for me! By Your stripes I was healed! Through Your Word this is revealed!

A young girl waits, her boy to meet Upon their hill, on rough hewn seat. Nearby a tree, their names carved there To show their love and mutual care. Her troubled look becomes a frown, A head that droops in looking down Upon the grass where they did lay so often on a Summer's day. How sweet the name of love did sound When shared between them, newly found. Their days were filled with surging joy, A pretty girl, a handsome boy. The hill was their own special place, Where she once kissed his smiling face. He'd picked a flower upon that hill, And offered it with earnest will. Each day for weeks she had stood there, As Winter strip

I went from insanity to sanity, and then back to insanity... and now all I have is experience at being sane, while really being insane. Or is it all just in my mind? It's funny how one night of adventure can change the way you think. So much hits you at once that every emotion you've ever felt rushes through you and you feel like your heart's stopped. You look around and it seems like everyone is frozen in a moment of time and it's just you and your thoughts. Then, somehow, your confused mind hits play on the keyboard of life and everything goes on... as if it never happened.

To learn how to live fully in this moment in this very now to learn to know someone's heart and soul so similar to mine to grow into life and this pure love grow roots and wings to let my inner being feel good and sing in this beautiful rhytm of this glowing feeling and something beautiful growing inside me becoming even more real

Like brothers everywhere he kept the stain close by perhaps to remind him revenge is a dish best not served. He could not remember how or when he got it. Maybe it was that first winter of the bones - the cold was so mean it broke the horses hooves out on the river and he'd held his brother under the thin ice just to feel his weight turn the water blue. Perhaps it was the spring they both fell in love with Rachel. She wore too few clothes and her smile, slung low in the pocket below her hips, always dared them to try and pull her blouse up or steal cigarettes for her to dangle between her lips. His mother swore it