A Wounding

Time
there is too much time
we're left in our own minds
frostbitten, alone
we become numb
and all the cries of those near to us
are muted

Dog eared pages
that we go back to
to make us feel human
have lost their power
colors
we once painted on ourselves
have begun to melt
and fall apart

we hurt the ones we love
with gnarled, frozen fingers
we deadening reach out to them
and as they take hold
our appendages snap off

time
there's too much time
we're drowning in introspection
we've looked so hard inwardly
that we have become blinded
to the outside world

the apathy
the numbness
all the inhuman adjectives that describe us
stand tall and firm
We are a solid wall.

vaguely, we feel the wind quicken
hazily, we see something
nearing us
in fear we cry out
as the blade cuts into our hearts
and we feel it all
our wall crumbles

confusing, terrifying, paralyzing
lost in these new found senses
our eyes, are forced open
forced to look out side
our limbs, they are painfully regrown
tender to the touch,
tender and hungry

time,
oh how it flies
sometimes it takes a wounding
to make us alive.
~brittany (11-30-09)

((...if sean doesnt give me back the second copy, he is going to be slaughtered! ha wrote it in econ class lol so boring!...))

Out My Window

there is a light shone
in the forest
like a beating-breathing flame
i stare out of my window
and i wish i was there
and you were near
will i be carried away?

In the forest
you are the creature
haunting me in the day
and being my comfort in the night
you are everywhere
how could it be?
will i be weighed down
or be carried away?

Out of my window
the wind and snow beat hard down
and i stare
paralyzed
longing to greet more than your shadow
i long to dance
with you over there and here
and everywhere

and as the snow falls
i see the flame blow out
and i find myself running
i am running
overthere
to where you are

this december is so cold
the snow has soaked me to the bone
and my heart fails
as i fall to my knees
You're frozen
laying in the snow
i need to get you back


You were the song of my heart
wafting in and out of my window
you were the flame
that gave me life


i beat at your chest
my tears, icy cold, staining my face
and your eyes are blank
staring up at me

and in my dreams
you haunt me there
your screams

the terror of my heart
i miss you
miss your warmth
i want you to come home

staring out of my window
i say my prayers through
a broken heart
and with the last word
i look
and i see a flame out there

there was a light shone
out of my window
and i ran, way out there
and for forever
we got carried away
~brittany
11/03/09


((...makes me think about christmas time. had a story in my head of a girl staring out her window and seeing a flame of a fire in the woods surrounding her house in the snow and is mesmerized by it and finds out about a boy who lives out there. he like works odd jobs for her father's company and she cant stop thinking about him: what was his story? was he warm out there? does he have enough to eat? and she leaves out food and like blankets on her porch at night and in the morning they're gone and she gets sick or hurt or something and he gets blamed and her parentsfire him and stuff and that night she wakes from a night mare and sees a bad snowstorm going on outside and sees that his flame, the one she stares at everynight that lull her to sleep is blown out, but she knows he is out there. and she impulsively almost crazed, she runs out there to him and finds him dying in the snow. she realizes how much of a conection she has with him and cant have him die. does he end up living? does she live? is there a happy ever after or something darker? i dunno, my mind hasnt revealed the end to me yet...))

The Monster

I felt you animate me
after countless days and nights,
as the seasons changed,
i felt you create me

with frenzied, gnarled fingers
you stitched me together
you selected my organs
every single one...
you kept me preserved-
kept me as fresh as a dead man could be
oh passionate fool

surgically cutting limbs off dead unknown people
the nameless to create this monster
i am nameless all the same
your eyes, they shined
by the flourescent light looming overhead
your body, grew sickeningly pale
unhealthily, you sought to create me

at your passion's utter
irrevocable climax
the earth in all its wretched glory,
froze
as life, in some mangled form,
surged into me
and i opened my eyes for the first time to

watch your face turn to horror
as you struck me down
as you fled from me

dazed, alone, i was
stumbling in the darkness
groping in the lab, searching for home
i couldnt stand
i couldnt speak
i moaned, i hungered, i felt ripped to pieces
why, oh creator, did you flee from me?
what sin was i?

....
~brittany

((..because of reading Frankenstein in ap literature and comp. and watching the silly movie where every one is doing their sister :P...))

Bear

with
vicious teeth
to crack my skull
you smile at me
with
guttural roars
that paralyze
you speak to me

oh great Bear
you enter into my cave
and you tear me apart

with
sleepy eyes
as the winter nears
you look at me,
and see right through me
am i so transparent?
with
a stomach full
of bitter and tart fruit
to last you through the winter,
you pull me into your arms-
could i ever be cold in them?

oh great Bear
how i fear your majesty
you fill me with a symphony
of sounds to lull me asleep

a sleep that takes everything out of me
am i so vulnerable in your arms?

with
violent hands
you lift me up
and i pray to God you wont let me fall
with
silent eyes
you stare at me
how i wish you'd speak

oh great Bear
i never want to lose this shelter
i never want to lose you
i'm terrified that when winter comes,
you'll leave me alone in the snow
take me on this path with you
into the cave, keep me in your arms
keep me warm

Oh great Bear
my realized weakness is killing me
oh great Bear
My Bear,
please dont hurt me.

~brittany

weirdo
11-4-09

Midas Touch

i wish it could be easy
to wake up and not have to fight
i wish it could be easy
to differentiate the dark and the light
i wish i could sit up
and take a stand
i wish i could fall down
and drown in a sea of land

too many thoughts are passing through this head of mine
and im searching, im looking for
any sign of the Divine

i wish it could be easy
to love one another
i wish it could be easy
to call someone like you sister or brother
i wish i could choke upon these
faulty wishes that i hold
i wish that i could turn around
and turn all your sorrows in to sun-kissed gold.

~brittany from 09-08-09

I'll write you a poem

I'll write you a poem
because you have my heart so
I imagine myself as an old woman
sitting on a porch with the cold winter wind
caressing my face, gently tugging me
I'll write you a poem
imagining myself free
to run, to run, to run
with the wind
and escape.

I'll write you a poem
about your soul
about your glamour
and reflect all of you in it
I wonder vaguely who exactly you are
I can imagine...
monoliths of white marble
wings of silken black
and prehaps a glint of your beauty
and a glory in your soul
of God
of nature
of all things

I'll write you a poem
and this one won't drain me
I'll write you a poem
and feel each verse breathe new life into me
As i sit in a rocking chair,
wrinkled and flushed with cold
a knowing smile on my face,
feeling a freedom in the fleeting embrace
of wind and your form.
~brittany

(i was being random.)

legend

the shadows move here
the walls are like liquid
I dont feel safe here
the air is full of acid
my bones are veneralmy heart is aging
there is so much more to fear here
my tribal thoughts need caging

I hear the whispers
of the men of old
I stumble upon many mine fields
that only their ghosts have ever been so bold
to have escaped to

And I’ll,
I’ll escape
I’ll run mindlessly through the feild
the feild where the bombs lay
with my arms wide and open
my heart unafraid

The shadows move here
the walls are like liquid
there’s no safety here
my tounge can taste the acid
but on some wild spinal rush
i’ll escape like those ghosts
and i’ll explode in to legend.
~brittany 9-10-09

also on my tumblr

December

I dreamed that i was gifted
tht there was nothing to fear
just strum this music
and as no one could hear,
i continued on

I dreamed that i was lonely
that i wasnt all the way through
just kept searching
and as i found you,
i continued on

I dreamed that i was writing
that these words were formed by my blood
and i was swept away
as i became lost in a flood,
i continued on

I dreamed that we collided
that we were found because of Him
and you saw my hands
as i tore you limb by limb,
i was stalled

i found myself waking
you caught me here
i was so afraid
and you covered your ears
God brought us to our knees,
bent in prayer

I dreamed that i was stading
in the midst of the snow
with all of my bones broken
no longer a mask to show,
and you woke me

In the december weather
you asked for my heart, to mend my bones
i gave into God
as i found you all alone,
i couldnt walk away

I saw you beside me
dark eyes in thought
we sat in the snow bank
our whispered words, the snow caught
and together, guided by God
we drifted into being
more and more like Him.

~brittany

The Fish

((its kinda silly, the fish, is entirely random enjoy:) ...))

The Fish
can swim freely
into the unending sea
of circular rites
of mystic miracles

The fish can run
can soar out of the murky blue
onto the depths of the land
and in the sand
gasp for breath

Oh What Love

Tumbling,
I, too, can throw my self
out of all reality
and gasps for breaths
that i've forefit in the race
I've gone too far ahead
that to turn back is pain

And yet, i know i must
my ears hurt too,
my veins show too
my tumor expands as i try to turn back
back to real life
back to the air

will you come with me
will you help me fight this hooked line
or will i end, belly up
in a silent sea of land?

~brittany

The Believer and The Wicked

The Believer and The Wicked--prologue.

Her body was so elegantly laid in the mud when i had come across her.
In the twilight, her skin glowed in the ethereal brilliance. I marveled at her. Her face was pointed away from me and her body was contorted in a manner reminding me of a broken porcelain figurine.

So graceful, so fragile, so arrogant.

Almost determined to have her body twisted in such a manner, as if to tempt the demons of the world to taste, to touch, and to ultimately fail. She seemed just too out of reach for the whispers of supernatural forces to overtake.

Yet someone had. Overtaken her that is.

Her body was defectionless, graffitied only by the red. Red welts, red gashes, red blood spattered all around her, and even red stains on her parted lips. But even this red seemed to add to her beauty. Her glazed eyes stared out into the dark forest as if peering into another world.

Like a fallen monument to saving grace, like a disfigured testament to glory, she laid there. Her life so violently stolen from her.

She had a small daisy tattooed on her ankle. Like the whisper of some lost memory of her youth. A mark that would never leave her. Just like this memory that would mark my mind forever.

And I saw her, long before the men came and put yellow tape all around the sacred area. I saw her and I dream about her and I can still picture her now, clear as that night I had unknowingly come upon her. And I still marvel at her beauty, her radiance, her glorious form whose life was so artfully and prematurely and brutally taken from her.

~brittany

sudden

will i collapse with this flag in my hand?
with a head full of snow?
and will i be
apart of this world
or could it be
that this future i have in store
will mean so much more?

and here am i
stagnant and dust
will you be proud of me?
i have carried my gun, lifted it high,
lost all my breath
should i have taken it slow?

and oh my God,
what do you see
please help me.
the memories are too cold,
my hands shake too hard


will i make it past the day,
make it past tomorrow,
will i get to see this future i am to follow?

i have to cut this off
my head hurts to be held this high
barely above the ground
withered and hungry
will you find me?

i stand
arms raised high
eyes focused on
this look of love
that you have, carried in
this sudden collapse
of heart and head and soul

and oh my God,
what do you see
please help me
because i can see this world
as i carry this gun

and its hard not to repeat
the action of lifting it to my head
and failing you again,

and oh my God
can you see,
do you know...

will i collapse with this flag in my hand,
cleansed with your blood
white as snow
in the sudden surrender,
as you look upon me,
this past, present and future
and create me still.

~brittany

In Final Moments-Snape to Harry

heavy eyes can't be held up any longer,
certain strangers, one would love to hate
just got more familiar
can words spoken
to her
ever be taken back?

you see me
laying down in this run down shack
before a master i stabbed in the back
I've fallen to the floor
due to rules
and unloyal loyalty
playing sides until the lines were blurred
fingers crossed behind my back as i say
"i promise"

my blood's mingling on the floor
with silver memories
of the past
and of my love
and of my unbreakable vow to him

peering through a veiled mass
under siege,
this whole spectrum reveals itself to you

my love of her,
who loved another
the begging to keep her alive
in vain, i went to the solace

he told me I'd have to do the impossible
and cause the death of himself
all to help you,
oho my vision fades me now

eyes closing, sorting through,
my choices-fully man fully alive
fully redeemed-by those eyes

now, unto death
i peer into those eyes
the eyes that scream of my past

i hope you understand
in a dying man's last moments,
understand, i beg of you

~brittany

((...written a long time ago when i first read through the Deathly Hallows. i love snape. he is absolutely amazing. What a man to have sacrificed so much.))

Of anakin and vader

Nothing makes sense anymore
the taste of my burning flesh plagues me
and oh how i loved her
why does everyone i love die?
why does the Force plague me so?
...lust of power
ate me alive...
...fear if failure
led me wrong...
I am consumed by my convictions,
by my conflictions

But i am not evil
that is not my song,
I am the chosen one
that the Jedi led wrong.

Oh my heart,
oh mother
oh lover
oh my soul...

oh my heart
son can you save me now?
repair this brokeness in me
this pulsing, throbbing, painful victim's heart
encased in the body of a villian

I am evil
seduced to the dark side
agression, brutality,
...is their any humanity left?
they've all turned against me
and

nothing makes sense anymore
I am the man behind the mask
the Villian trying to save his humanity

and oh how love led me wrong,
will it be the thing to redeem me?
~brittany ((dedicated to star wars episodes 1 through 6 ily anakin.))

testing out new format...

((i read this one written like this basic format and have tested it outt what do you think?))

P
(some lost
some stolen in the stomach of a whale,
because of my racism-
against myself-
whom shall i go to now)
ieces

W
(always, always
dont you see this now?
The weight of these heavy words,
as i sit here, as i shudder")
aiting

R
(only He can do this
and do it fully,
to Him i hold these shards up to
and being patient-as He
molds them back together..
You're holding me together)
epairs
-Brittany 3/28/09 on the way up to TN during sprang break

((...what do you think of this formatt and of course the poem itself love..?))

On Waiting

(( to be honest, i suck at commenting blogs, but i think you all are great and thank you for the comments, you are amazing. p.s. i have given up trying man its just too tedious. he renunciado a buscar a alguien. es demasiado difícil. and i know I'm too young to give up. i guess I'm at the point where i could fall and why put myself at that risk?))

Opaque red dots decorate my vision
(buts its okay, i don't want to see, anyway)
my wrist hurts to the point that i cant use it
(But it's okay, it only ever gave me pressure anyway)
My eyes are burning, my cold heart ceases beating
(but its okay, i don't cry and my heart has been useless anyway)

i give monotonous excuses
my mind has been a waste
(but it's okay, it's not like i need it anyway)

I stare off the edge of my bed and wonder
will my future fall apart?
And i stand in a cage inside of my head and wonder,
is there a cure for my disease?

(but it's okay,
I'll suck it up,
hold my breath
it's not like I'm living
anyway)

God has given me life and i have only given Him grief
(but it's okay, I'm still waiting on Him, anyway)
my hand is blackened and charred from this disease
(but it's okay, i've learned I cant hold to my dreams, anyway)
Im on top of a stage and all i hear are screams
(but it's okay, i've gotten used to the shaking anyway)

My life's a constant excuse
can you help me through one trying day?
(but it's okay if you say no, i didn't think you would, anyway)

I stare off the edge of my desk and wonder,
will my future fall apart?
And i pull at the bars of my cage and wonder,
when did it get so hard?

(but it's okay,
the Doctor said
He's working on my cure,
anyway)

My feet ache from always dancing to the beat
(but it's okay, they're coming soon to relieve me, anyway)
the poet has died, this night that i am born
(but it's okay, he's given me his blessing to continue on, anyway)
The musician has drownned, thinking i was alright
(but it's okay, he has always believed me, anyway)

I've spent all of my life forming an excuse,
just, God, get me out of here!
(but it's okay-no it's never felt okay in any way)

I stare at my vitals on the machine and wonder,
will my future fall apart?
And the Doctor comes in, He's shaking His head, and i wonder
why have i been waiting so long for more bad news?

(but it's not okay ,
i have been waiting since i have been awoken
since my fall of me,
im not who i was
in any way)

my vision clears, i see neon lights
(but it's okay, heaven's just in an hour or two, anyway)
a pen's shoved into my hand, my wrist crumbles in the pressure
(but it's okay, it has always been like this, anyway)
My eyes are focused, my heart is removed
(but it's okay, i dont cry and my heart has been useless, anyway)

My unforgiveable manner has it's excuse,
this machine has read me through,
(but it's okay, I know my future never had a chance, anyway)

-brittany (03-07-09)

(umm i wrote this at the time with a different intention behind it but after all these events that have unfolded, it still matters to me, but for this new decision i have made.)

Soldier Suicides

i am a soldier
and i am a martyr
i am a killer
and i am a human
i am a lover
and i am imperfect

I am a soldier
defending my country
I stand on the front line-
i point my gun at my enemy
I never surrender, I-
I never surrender.
Because

I am a killer
sweating down to my core
I stand with my gun poised,
laughing at they run
I never surrender
and i am a human
losing more of me everyday
i shoot the gun unmercilessly at my enemy
I never surrender, I-
I never surrender.
Because

I am a lover
missing your sweet lips
I stand with longing rushing through me
i hold to the promises i made to my mother
I point the gun
I never surrender
and i am imperfect
hypocrisy ringing through me
as i shoot to kill my enemy
I never surrender, I-
i never surrender.
because

I am a soldier
and i am the martyr,
i am a killer
and i am a human,
i am a lover
and i am imperfect

my mind plays tricks on me
my longings and fears taunt me,
they tell me i am a coward
that I'll never admit
I am my enemy.

~Brittany

*sighes*

"Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression. The chasm is never completely bridged. We all have the conviction, perhaps illusory, that we have much more to say than appears on the paper." ~ Isaac Bashevis Singer

mehhahah

this will be short i hope, its pretty late and i wanna catch some zz's welll enough into the night so that i stop feeling tired every single day. every single day it's hard. hard to continue. i watch my world slowly slip away, losing my sanity and this game and i cant help but hope for some way to wake up. and i pray. to be honest im not sure if i have prayed for me to snap out of this waking dream life yet. im not sure if i want reality to hit me just yet. it sucks and i dont want to deal, but also i dont wanna fall apart completely, at least not so late in the game. some would say it's early but i've gotta tell you, i have been around for almow 17 years and i havent seen much change. and im fearful to think that i have hit my peak, but who knows? do you see me? i sit off to the side, a part, but only just so. do you see me? quiet, lost in thought, not wanting to speak yet feeling so alien if i dont. human contact is so tedious. and yet so neccessary. i cant stand it. give me a hope, i pray and i get amazed by God. but its this world that i want no part of. i want to travel the world, as if i were a lost deity, watching, observing, and never really being a part of. and yet yet so in love with these people.

do i need to be compassonate? yes. pity is for the weak. who knows.
all of history is based on class struggles. woo hoo go marx.
and im dying. inside and out. let's throw a party and act like teenage girls and throw strangers dirty looks.

let's.
let's

...
let's not and say that we did live. for real. once, long ago...


~brittany

Dear Brittany

(2/13/2009)

Everyday has been endless,
and to be honest, i feel breathless
but my mind's saying
that im all the more stronger
from the loss

And to the person you know i miss:
i hate hating her
and to the person you know i see every week:
i hate knowing he's right.
I have no excuses,
I dont even try to fight
anymore.

Everyday has been soulless
and to be honest, i feel weaker
i am a robot with rusted hinges
and an out of date program

My senses are playing tricks on me,
drudging up familiar scents
when at most they're the death of me.

And to you,
im sick of seeing you
im sick of thinking
sick of waiting to be me again
I have no excuses,
i dont even fight it
anymore.

everyday has been endless
and to be honest i still feel lifeless
and i hate my hands
which can perfectly describe how i feel
and leave me empty

She said:
"If this is love,
than i want no part of it."
and it took me a while to realize
that she was me

Endless, endless
why do my days feel so Godless?
endless, endless
When Christ is in me?

And will you help me recognize
that they arent endless?
one day will we see,
that we are alive,
one day
will we feel alive?

will Christ be the life of me?
because God knows im dead right now.

~brittany

(( wrote it during the Ventures movie night...)

Deaprted one (gone)

((...this is gonna be about jonathan and its kinda long. i wrote it sunday during discipleship when my head was hurting. yeah...))

Gone, gone
and i barely knew you
gone, gone
and i can't feel you
Oh Departed One,
mine eyes arent alive
without you they hurt
I feel blinded

Gone, gone
and i know i loved you
gone, gone
and i can't save you
Oh Divine
I cant see you
Oh Divine
I cant hear you
oh beyond,
I cant smell yoiu
Oh Departed one

Gone, gone
and i miss you
Gone, gone
and i cant taste you
oh beyond,
where are you now?
oh above
I miss you

gone, gone
and i wish i had you
gone, gone
and i cant feel you
Oh Departed One
i cant find you
oh Divine
I cant hear you
oh beyond,
I cant see you
oh Departed one

oh beloved,
My God, He has you
Oh adored,
you're up there with Him
Oh Divine
please help me through this
Oh Departed One

Gone, gone
and i barely knew you
Gone, gone
and i cant feel you
Oh Departed one
how am i alive,
without you?
oh Departed one

and i'm stronger
(oh love)
how i miss you
(oh Departed one)
but i'll see you
(oh Divine)
up there with Him

cause you're..
Gone, gone
and i barely knew you
gone, gone
and i cant feel you
oh above
how i miss you
Oh Departed One

~brittany.

((so im listening to a song that brings up bad memories right now.
but it kinda relates to jonathan and stuff, idk i love this song. its "dreamer"by progress in color.
what do you think?..or the poema))

((needs title)) pt.1 cycle

In a stir, I open my eyes
the light's too bright,
i swipe at the blinds

my mind's a-buzz
the moies is too loud
I feel strange and alone
what did i fall into now?

Oh good God above,
where am i at?
Oh God who's this at my side?

and last night, oh fright
the cycle
i can't remember, i clench a fist close to my side
is this what another great mistake feels like
all alone, dirty-
no excuse, no surety

1,2 oh what did i do?
3,4 I run out the door
5,6 there's a pain that sticks
7,8 this cycle's my fate
at 9 and 10 will i do it again?

and drink and fall and dine and die
with this guily and regret in every breath i take

they speak known words and voices
but no one's the same
the dance in and out
but we know the senses arent too tame

Where, oh where am i?
all alone, the same cycle goes on

i take a sip, this'll just be one
I chug a drug, one more wont hurt too much
there's the familiar sting in the back of my throat
the room's a swirl
with a laugh, a nervous giggle, it begins
a suggestion, the cycle
and what did i do?
I feel again, just waiting for a clarity i never had

(in") 1,2 what am i willing to do
(to) 3,4 pick my self off the floor
(because) 5,6 this high is more for the pain than the kicks
(at) 7,8 when will i get it straight?
and in the end of 9 and 10
who'll find me?
who'll stop me from begining again?

and i cry, and i groan
i sit myself up
the nights are full of frights,
and somethings i cant remember

stale alcohol and a dirty kiss
will death be enough?

so now i stare
at the bottle
do i dare?
who would care,
who would know
If today's the last regret i face?

~brittany


(( i wrote this to the tune of "me vs. maradonna vs. elvis" by brand new in my head, and got the 1,2 part from the song the gist os the tune. its a great song. pt.2 is gonna be looking up not like my other sad one, just havent written it yet. need an over all title please.

what did choo think so far?))

Limb torn Off

I could have fought harder
if i knew you were soon to go
I could have held you near to me
if i knew you'd have your heart broken
in ways i could never protect you from
I can
stop the speculation
and use thses hands of mine to clasp in prayer
as the world crumbles around me

Unsteadily, i move my fingers over
the scars put against your flesh
the remnants of your continuing struggles
Softly, i press my lips against
the wooden cross
and force my tears away
Standing, i now meet your eyes
the body may fail
but the soul hangs on

I could have fought harder
to get to know you more
I could have hale you near to me
to make sense of this pain,
that i feel in my chest because of yours
I can
scream and pray
and force the tears away
as your life slips slowly away from me

shakily, I whisper your name
are you still with me?
are you still a part of me?
quietly, i feel my heart leap
as your tired eyes open
as you whisper my name
laughing, i try to quell my hysteria
yes, you're still here
but for how much longer?

I could have fought harder
Oh God, guide me now
I could have held you near to me
Oh God what is it that i can ask for
so that this pain can go?
I can
pray for you, oh great young love,
pray for the time we never had
pray for those others in pain because of your hurt

Suddenly, i wake and reach for you
you frail hand clasps mine
reassuringly, I whisper your name
it has become my sole prayer
to Jesus, for you
afraid, i stay here still
I love you, i love you
they love you, they need you
God loves you, He has you in his hands

I could have fought harder
but that would have made no difference
I could have held you near to me
but, my love, He holds you in hands
that never let go, can never let go
I can
all i can do
is pray for you

and like a limb torn off,
like my heart wrenched out,
mangled and beaten upon the pavement,
I know you're still slipping away
and all we can do is hope,
and pray
and pray
and pray

and until then, i'll stay,
i'll whisper your name,
oh dear love, i will pray.

~brittany

((what do you think?))

been a while hasnt it?

(( so its been forever...wells i got nothing extra special planned, do a dance? nah im kinda drained thinking of ways to create a government type deal for my harry potter clubg...here's something of mine i found a while ago....it say's "Isaiah 52:3" randomly at the top...hmm why is that?))

Isaiah 52:3 (New International Version)
3 For this is what the LORD says:
"You were sold for nothing,
and without money you will be redeemed."

((here it iss))

Oh, she has skin as white as snow, lips as blue as the sea, and eyes darkened and wounded. She crawls upon painted glass, in pain her teeth gnash, there are scars upon her pearly back from a lash of perfect symmetry, within the world's hideous calling. What is she now? Bruised, broken, lost among in a veiled mask, her eyes are blinded with the dirtness of the world. the sea stings as it rises against her. Salt water lullabies steal her from the womb and she claws her way back. Searching for, she doesnt know what, searching for a Savior to dull the sting, searching for some unknown name to escape her lips and cause the world and the pain to leave her.




((seems like something i'd write right? haha right write hahaha..i dunno about it i imagined it in my head. dude i type slow. what choo think?))