Lifestyle/Personal

I sit in the puddle of my tears with a pair of scissors in my right hand. With that pair of scissors, I clip the tips of my yellow petals. It pains my legs, and I’ve never seen petals grow back. I was not pruning, I was self harming and did not realize it— Until I took it upon myself to write this down. Here’s the thing, my yellow skirt hangs above my knees. My other skirts hang above my ankles. My yellow skirt reminds me of a dandelion. This dandy lion has yellow hair and is

Mysteries surround my life. Of the ones that occured in my early childhood, it is sufficient for me to know that trauma in the early life produces troubled kids. That is no secret, and there is no shame in that. We live in a sinful world. The sooner we come to that realization, the happier we will be on this side of eternity. I'm now realizing-- 2 weeks after my 28th birthday-- the true import of life. I've suffered enough headaches for a lifetime, but it was begging the Lor

Isn’t it strange the imagination – to create a storyline with one who is not there, and with occasions that may never exist? They call it “loving the idea of someone“ – that in contrast to the reality. But I challenge such a notion, that love stories are borne of a back-burner, slowly churning into an untouched field. Yet frankly also, we often know nothing of what truly benefits us – thence we create what our minds would rather absorb. Humans crave love, and that almost with

The scent of use is nauseating. Out of the body or inside the flesh, we bear the rottenness of sin. Repeated action of vile character places an awful woe, and completes the absence of desire toward agonizing inward pain. Tremble here, and buckle into nothingness, as we fall to the ground, seized. There is no life here, and the breath has escaped. I'd die immediately and sink to my knees in prayer, inaudibly wailing within shivering lips and shattered teeth. The pain is felt a

I told my husband I want a ring. Oh, but "Adventists wear not jewelry," "a marriage relationship is not covenanted by the presence of a signet". Oh, but listen, contradictor, I want but one pearl of great price. He consented that I sold my belongings to give to the poor, for the land wherewith the pearl is hid costs a life. Where are the jewels and the gems that cost a life? On the hunt for treasure, we are pirates who travel by sea and by land. I say pirates for the loss of

The candlelight of Christ's righteousness cleanseth they of filthy garments, as doth the fuller's soap. Our hearts burn when sliced thinly through. We labor on, bearing the weight of every step, bleeding at the teeth. Heartache is sharp; we are wrung and hung between heaven and earth, that the garments be blanched. Herein is life, and we scrape our knees upon the Comforter. Heedlessly we pray with stains invisible to the naked eye. I speak of the Passover Lamb. With great des